A/N: Sorry this took so long. A lot of stuff happening to me, but I finally graduated! Yay~ And I also went to my orientation at college which was awesome. I met a lot of cool people, and I'm stoked for the fall. Still need some partying to do, but maybe I'll be finishing this baby up over the summer ;)

The edit is not as good as I want it to be, but hopefully it's better. Any mistakes pointed out or comments would be nice if I need to fix anything :x Next chapter will be up in a few days as I still need to wrap it up, but I wanted to post this baby up as soon as possible. Sorry for the wait guys!

A/N: It's official. I'm an asshole. Promise. I promise no more changes! This is official. Plus, I'm tired and I wanna move on. It just takes a while when I took a break from this story for a while.

A compilation of all my revisions lol.

... Not lol.

I'm sorry. :C

~Never Have I Ever~

Chapter Three - Waking

"So Law took care of you while you were in the hospital?" Luffy asked.

"Yeah, but we never said anything to each other," Kidd lied.

Penguin gave a suspicious grumble as he cleared his throat, and Kidd knew that the man knew he wasn't telling the truth. If anyone else who worked at the hospital heard him say that nothing had happened, then they would completely know he was lying on the spot.

"Liar," Shachi called him up on it. "Tell the truth,"

"Nothing happened!" he growled.

Nobody needed to know what the heck happened there.

* back to the hospital after Kidd wakes up in the hospital

"Do I know you?" Kidd grabbed the dark haired man's hand as he finished digging a needle into his arm.

He looked at the double paired earrings hanging off his ears, the most noticeable characteristic that was setting any familiarity in his brain, but his memories were still too murky. Kidd was half scared that he might've lost some memory from the crash, and he was determined to know who this guy was.

The man paused looking at him and the circles under his eyes seemed to deepen in fatigue.

"No. I've never met you before," he curled his fingers around Kidd's and peeled his hand off.

Kidd didn't believe him though and looked at the dark haired intern wanting him to say something else. Something along the lines of yes, I do know you.

* current time

"I woke up and stayed at the hospital for a few weeks. I was mostly asleep so I barely even got to see him."

Even though he was speaking half lies, it was nice to hear Kidd's voice. (Though Law would never admit it. He was supposed to be angry right now.) Law leaned his back against the wall, the only physical thing separating him from the others in the living room.

He listened behind his door as Kidd was telling the story of how they first met in the hospital and he was making it sound as if he had no interest at all in talking to him. No interest at all? He rolled his eyes. Please, Kidd was all over him the moment he first woke up from his drug induced sleep after his motorcycle accident. How he remembered the story went a little different than just seeing Kidd trashed and then letting him go a few weeks after with a simple goodbye.

* back to the past

Sexual harassment isn't fair.

The nurses ran gossip like wildfire, and their incessant talking burned scandal throughout the hospital infecting every worker like a virus. Everyone was talking about Law and of the redheaded motorcyclist that was giving his behind a good look once over each moment Law's back was turned. The damn idiot didn't even take measure to keep his peeking on a down low, and the gossip was the only thing everyone seemed to be talking about for the past few days.

While Law was walking down the hall, one of the female interns actually stopped him to ask a question. The girl was actually one of the meeker ones, her arms holding close to her chest from shyness as she stumbled over the words that she wanted to say.

"Do you think... do you think you can teach me how to get a guy to stare at me like that?"

Law's eyes widened as his colleague looked up at him with a blush.

"See, there's a guy that I like and if-"

"Koala," he interrupted her. He held up a hand as he didn't want to hear anymore. "Anatomically, you are fine." he assured her. "You have a good, fit figure and you don't need a man to judge you like that,"

Because I'm about to inflict so much pain to the man who has, Law grimaced in his head.

"And whatever you think is going on, isn't. If this person you are interested in needs to be lured in by your body, then he isn't worth it."

She bit her bottom lip eyeing Law with big eyes. She was expecting a little more help than that, but there was no way he was going to help her in something like this. Koala opened her mouth to protest, but he saw it coming and started to walk past her.

"I wish I could help you more, but I need to be somewhere," he apologized as she truly was a nice girl.

She turned to watch him leave, and Law quickened his steps to leave.

It's been a few days since that epic rock, paper, scissors game had ended and decided his fate….

Shachi looked down at his accursed right hand. Why did he have to play scissors?! He didn't even like scissors! They hurt his fingers whenever he used them!

He continued saying idiotic reasons in his head, but he just hated himself for losing to Penguin. Penguin and his stupid rocks…. Why did he have to insist on playing a game when they could've just told Law together? That way, they could've shared the pain if they were going to get beaten up as their punishment.

He and Penguin talked it out though. Before he had to tell Law about the bad news, Penguin was going to check out the tattoo parlor again just to see if they still had Law's hat. No need to jump the gun there.

Shachi tried to get himself together as he dressed in the hospital's locker room, but worry seeped into his bones as couldn't keep secrets very well, especially not from Law. He couldn't help but feel guilty, but thankfully, their busy schedules made it so he hadn't bumped into Law yet and blurt it all out. Because of Law's late shifts, he hadn't been home so it was no problem, but he was at the hospital now. Shachi didn't know how he'd feel if Law was to come talk to him at this very moment. He'd just feel too nervous pretending that nothing had happened.

But today was Wednesday, the day of the week when all three of their shifts came at the same time. Much to his luck, he was definitely going to see Law this time. Just thinking about it sent a drowning feeling down his chest as he changed in the locker room. What would he say when he saw his friend?

As he pulled his scrub shirt on, the doors to the locker room opened and the very person filling his mind came in.

"Law," he blinked his rotten luck that he had to see the dark haired man right at the beginning as soon as he entered the hospital.

It hadn't even been ten minutes since he entered, and look, there his friend was - capless and showing his full head of short, raven strands on his scalp. Law already looked irritated as he entered, the rims of his eyes dark from the late night shift. He was just coming for a change of clothes as being in the same pair of uniform for two days straight got quite uncomfortable.

"Hey," Law greeted back lazily.

He walked to his own locker next to Shachi's and began to change.

Shachi shifted his eyes watching the lean man carefully through his peripherals as he got to thinking. It was weird being beside him as he was so unprepared for this. Couldn't they have ran into each other during lunch? Everyone was a lot happier when they're eating. The redhead went through the motions of getting into his uniform pants as he scrambled ways in his noggin with how to word his confession. Law, I think we lost your hat at the tattoo parlor. What tattoo parlor? The one where you got your tattoo when we were both drunk and wasted…..

God, that sounded so horrible, even in his head. He scratched his hair frustrated.

"Shachi,"

The redhead irked his head up and found Law waiting for him. His friend was fully changed, and much to Shachi's realization, so was he. He looked at Law dumbly not knowing that they had already finished dressing.

"Dr. Hawkins is going to lead us a bit for today so we better hurry," Law started walking to the door already.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry about that," he apologized for dazing.

He scooped up his hat hanging from inside the hook of his locker and followed behind. They left the lockers and went down to the second floor where Dr. Hawkins was waiting with a few other interns. Shachi and Law quietly molded into the crowd that congregated around the lanky blonde and listened as he gave directions as soon as he saw that everyone was here.

They followed the blonde around like a herd of lamb most of the morning until it neared the afternoon. A few people were assigned to go on rounds and follow others or go on their own to check on patients, but the doctor turned to the two of them and told them to follow him.

"I need to talk to one of your patients," he pointed to Law. "There might be something wrong with his brain."

"Which one?" Law asked as they started walking. He had a lot of patients in the red zone.

"The one that got into the motorcycle accident. His tests came out okay, but I have a feeling that there might be something wrong. Something that we've missed,"

Shachi noticed that Law's face suddenly got darker at the mention of the motorcyclist and wondered why. His friend confirmed that the patient was fine, but the blonde was insistent on checking out a theory.

Shachi had actually never seen the patient before, but he heard a few rumors that his injury was really bad and that they were surprised that he was recovering so well that it was to the extreme. The thing that amazed him the most was that he heard the patient was already awake after a few hours when they expected him to wake the next day. The redhead quietly listened to Dr. Hawkins and his friend talk as they walked to the discussed patient's room deciding to wait and find out for himself about this mystery patient.

"Mr. Eustass," Dr. Hawkins announced their arrival as they got there.

Shachi looked to see the person sitting up on the bed, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. Nerve signals sent down his feet to step back, but Law was behind him and the man pushed him to go into the room. He did his best not to stumble as he was made to fill in and stand awkwardly around the bed.

With his built physique and cautious expression, the redheaded man on the hospital bed looked more intimidating with the small scars and injuries he sported. It looked like he killed a man, and got bloody from a fight. The golden red of his eyes shot at Shachi, and he got caught staring right back.

What the hell was up with his luck? Did he have none at all?

He folded his hands behind his back to stop his shaking as he knew he couldn't control them and arched his back straight.

Eustass freaking Kidd. The name of the man he wrote the check to for three hundred dollars was right there less than two feet away from him.

"Mom, no, I said I'm fine," Kidd whined.

Whatever he seemed to say never made it to the other side of the line and his mother kept on fussing ignoring him completely. He placed his face into his hand silently frustrated as he held Killer's phone a good distance beside his ear to save his eardrums from the yelling. All the while, his blonde haired friend sat beside him by the bed with a chair the nurses placed in the room for him. It was a little embarrassing having to use Killer's phone as his was completely trashed from the crash, but it was even more embarrassing having his friend sit there as his mother scolded him. Killer was used to it though, he knew how Kidd's mother could get.

"You don't have to come. I'll be fine. The doctor said I could be out in a few days - no - I can walk - yes." he was sporting lies after another to save her from worry. "No, you don't have to come. A plane ticket to Grand Line would be too expensive.

Mom -

No, he doesn't have to come either. Neither does Dad! - Isn't he in Australia?

Mom - I'm fine."

Kidd had to keep his sentences short as his mother kept interrupting him. He let it go since he knew she was just worried about him, but flying all the way from South Blue was too far. He kept insisting that she stay and that he'll be fine. It was just a few broken bones. He also (not so secretly) had enough of her scolding him about the motorcycle, and how stupid he was for getting himself one. He didn't need her to come over and do it personally so he could hear her 24/7.

"I love you, too." He ended their conversation as soon as she was done steaming, glad that they were done.

He handed the phone back to Killer, and the man slipped it back into his pocket.

"So, I'm guessing we're expecting your mom to come soon?" the blonde asked.

Kidd shook his head as even he didn't know. Sometimes, his mom says one thing but does another even when he insists on her not doing it. She was a bundle of sometime not so awesome surprises, but she cared.

He looked at Killer and studied the scars that ran across his friends face that he got from the crash, his crutches leaning against the wall beside him, and Kidd couldn't help but think that they both got so fucked up from their accidents.

"I checked your bike by the way," Killer spoke up. He tilted his head so that his hair covered most of his face. It was out of habit, not to hide the honestly handsome face he had now marred by a not so happy event of his life. "It's gone. None of it could be saved, and it's in the junkyard the same as mine."

"Fuck," Kidd cursed his favorite word in his vocabulary.

He had a hard time fishing for quality parts for that bike. With all the upgrades he'd been giving it, it was worth quite an amount of money, and he just replaced the tires too.

"I can scavenge some parts similar to the ones you had, but most of the parts we collected were quite rare already. I'll try going back to the shop we originally found them from as soon as possible, but I doubt they'll have any. We'll most likely have to look somewhere else."

Kidd nodded a quiet wave of thanks, but furrowed one of his brows. He was thankful for all of this information, but there was one thing he still didn't get.

"Hey, how come you're visiting again today? I saw you here yesterday. Shouldn't you be at home?"

Not that he minded, but Killer had been coming every day for the past half week and borderline a little excessive. Plus, Killer was just recently released from the hospital himself and should be getting some rest. Although, his friend was never really one to leave him alone and worried about him like his own mom. Maybe it came from living with the older man for so long in another city while his family stayed in South Blue, but Killer was like a good brother. He has been ever since they were little.

"Actually, your doctor asked me to come."

"My doctor?"

Kidd scrunched his face as he didn't hear about that.

There was a knock at his door, and the two looked to see who it was. Tall, blonde, and tattooed eyebrows, Kidd's doctor came walking in with a broody face and typical white doctor's coat. Following closely behind was the intern that had been taking care of him all this time along with another intern with red hair and a green cap with a red visor. All three men came in with a darkened expression, both of them looking like they came from a gangster movie.

"Eustass Kidd," the blonde looked to him then to the long haired man sitting down. "And you are Mr. Katona, I presume."

Killer nodded in confirmation.

"I called you here because you were listed as his first emergency contact," Dr. Hawkins continued. "We already discussed matters the first time when Mr. Eustass got admitted, but we'd like to ask a few follow up questions and we need your cooperation."

Kidd looked at his doctor wondering what the hell he was talking about. He had a broken leg, broken arm, dislocated shoulder, all of it was already confirmed the past few days - minor injuries.

"What do you want to ask?" Killer turned to Hawkins as he came closer.

The tall man came forward to sit at the edge of Kidd's bed next to his broken leg and held his pen ready to write on his clipboard of papers.

"We had to wait until you were awake to do this," he turned to Kidd, "but we just want to make sure everything is fine. We already did a scan on your brain, and there doesn't seem to be anything damaged, but we're just checking for how well it's working now. You checked out fine for cognitive control and other basic functions, but Mr. Eustass, what was the last thing that you remember before you got into your accident? Of course, we called you in here to confirm this, Mr. Katona." he switched his attention back to Killer. "I understand that you weren't with Mr. Eustass for the days before his accident as you were admitted here, but you told us that a few friends of yours have already told you what they had witnessed when they were with him?"

"Yes, that's right." Killer nodded again.

"Hmn," Dr. Hawkins was glad they only had to deal with one person for reference. It was less work for him.

Listening to all this talk, Kidd felt like they planned this all behind his back. All the while the two blondes were talking, the two interns were standing around his bed making him feel crowded and he wanted to push them away.

"So, Mr. Eustass," Dr. Hawkins made him pay his attention to him. "A quick question for your memory. What was the last thing that you remember?"

Kidd drew his brows together to think. He reached far back to last week trying to recollect everything he went through and that had happened.

"I remember working at the shop with Heat and Wire. I came back because they needed help and I had no school because of Winter break. The night before I got into the accident, it was only me and Heat because Wire's sister came over and he had to deal with her staying at his house. After that," Kidd paused as he stared at his legs under the bedsheets. He blinked a few times and swallowed thickly. "After that… I… I went home."

A look of confusion twisted his pale face as he strained to think. He parted his lips thinking that if he spoke, memories would come naturally out, but none came.

"I went home…." Kidd raked his hand through his mess of hair that hadn't been combed the whole time he'd been in the hospital.

"I went home, and then I was at the freeway."

Kidd noticed Killer flinch at his big jump, worry creasing his scarred face, but he continued anyway.

"I was driving, and all of a sudden I see this truck coming at me, then I blacked out."

Fuck. Kidd gripped the blanket on top of him gritting his teeth. He knew he was in trouble. He couldn't remember shit after he checked in at work at night before the accident. The others in the room seemed to know that too as he noticed his doctor stiffen. The man looked at him with a line of blank expression, but he could tell the man was gravely calculating his condition already.

"When you went home." Dr. Hawkins continued slowly, "you slept. What did you do when you woke up before you went into the freeway."

Kidd looked at him with a frown not knowing how to answer. The blonde stood still into his silence, his dark eyes turning cold.

"Do you know why you went into the freeway?"

"I went to visit Killer in the hospital," he answered. At least he knew that.

His doctor let out a little noise as he wrote in his clipboard. Probably something about how his brain wasn't working right, and Kidd got the urge to grab the stupid thing from the man's hands and break it in half against his thigh. Fuck! Kidd cursed loudly in his brain as he buried his face into his palm. Why couldn't he remember?!

Dr. Hawkins dotted a final note and stood up finished with asking questions.

"I think we'll do another CT scan of your brain to check again, but other than that, you'll be fine."

No, he wasn't freaking fine, Kidd didn't want to hear it.

"May the fates be with you, child."

What fates?

"Thank you, Mr. Katona," Hawkins turned to Killer even though he didn't say anything. Kidd not being able to answer was confirmation enough. He made a quick look at Kidd, but since he wasn't lifting his head, the man deemed him not stable enough to talk to. Instead, he continued his finishing words to Killer whom he already had his full attention to inform him of what they planned to do. "We'll be back when we can take Mr. Eustass to run another scan."

Another freaking scan, Kidd didn't want it. Like hell, he would let them do it.

"I might recommend having him see a therapist about this…." the doctor's voice trailed off as Kidd blocked him out.

Nothing was wrong with him! He was fine. He opened his eyes through the gaps between his fingers and saw Killer reach out to shake hands with his doctor.

"Thank you,"

No. Not thank you. Fuck this. He watched helplessly as his doctor start to leave along with the two men he came in with. His eyes jumped from face to face until he hit the one with the tattoos drawn at his elbows. The man's face… He caught a glimpse as the intern twisted his head sideways, and Kidd ran his eyes down the familiar person. He caught a glimpse of the skin between the end of the man's shirt and the start of his pants, a peek of the black tattoo showing.

That tattoo…

"Wait," Kidd reached out wanting the intern to stop walking away.

He knew that tattoo.

He made to grab at the man's shirt, but his hand hit something before he could close his fingers into a clench.

Slap.

It was a loud noise in the quiet room.

It almost felt like it echoed commanding silence.

Kidd's hand froze, surprised at what he had just done, his limb still held in a hold that cupped the intern's butt cheek. Everyone went still, and all their eyes slowly looked down at Kidd's attached hand to the raven's behind. Kidd himself gawked at his own body, awed at what the heck it had mindlessly made itself do. He just slapped a dude's butt.

He didn't want to do it, but he slowly tilted his head back to look up at the man he just hit and the very victim was turned around looking down at his extended arm. His dark eyes were opened wide caught in pure bewilderedness. His shocked face, Kidd tried to flounder his mouth to counter it, but he couldn't come up with anything. His hand was left there perfectly curved to accommodate the man's bottom, and the raven shot his eyes at him.

Take it off, or leave it? Kidd's brows wiggled as he didn't even know what expression to make.

"Have I... met you before?" the question trickled drippingly slow out of his tongue. He didn't know what else to do so he went straight to asking.

The man gaped at him, his features contorting angrily tight, and Kidd saw his next hit coming at him a mile away. This time, it felt more painful than the truck smacking against his face.

Shachi's jaw hung open as he looked at the scene horrified. A pale anger was boiling inside of Law as the redheaded patient kept his hand right at his friend's butt, and the raven hit him square on the face. The redhead flew back into his pillows with a crushing sound. Shachi flinched feeling the hurt, but he quickly went over just in case he had to pull Law back.

The dark haired man had more self control than that to hit twice though, and Dr. Hawkins only let it go with an amused smile that was barely visible. It was charging the patient with sexual harassment or letting his intern fight back a little bit. It balanced out.

The senior hospital worker didn't really care even when the patient's friend reached over to fuss over the redhead. They were already at a hospital, any facial injuries they could fix right here, Hawkins offered. He'd do the facial injuries free of charge for compensation, secretly just because he thought it was fun to see someone get hurt every once in a while.

Hawkins and Law nonchalantly left with a huff, and Shachi hurried to get out of the room following behind.

Law walked out of the building. Anywhere else, he could go. He just wanted to get out of there. It was his lunch break anyway so it wasn't a big of a deal to just go. He made sure to tell Dr. Hawkins he was going on break when he saw him. He exited the hospital and his legs took him to the quietest place in the whole building - the garden at the back.

He walked through the stone pathways that tracked around the whole garden taking a cup of coffee with him for lunch, and made his way towards the farthest end where hardly any visitors passed by. Artful islands of flowers and trees passed him by along with a few wheelchair patients strolling through until Law finally made it to his favorite bench under a huge Linden tree. A line of blue roses circled around the tree creating a small seclusion making the tiny spot more private and that much more likeable and charming.

Law sat down at the wooden seat appreciating the shade. A red sparrow danced around the ground and flew away near his feet, and he watched it as it disappeared into the light blue sky. His chin stayed tilted upwards as he waited for that red spot to disappear into the clouds, and he didn't move even when it was gone. Time was let pass as he calmed himself down.

That redhead was a jerk.

Law took a sip of his coffee and savored the black taste. His phone started ringing and he checked his pockets to answer, but the number was read unknown. He sat it down beside him on the bench and let it ring too lazy to bother answering it.

Kidd woke up with a groan next morning with his jaw hurting, the bony knuckles that jabbed him left the merciless indentation along his jawline in the form of a bulging, purple bruise. With a continued schedule, he went through another CT scan for his brain later in the day, but nothing showed. His doctor just concluded that he had lost some memory, and that he had to answer several questions to see how much he had lost. So far, it was only up to that night before the incident and before the crash. Everything else was fine. Nothing was considered at a major loss, and that they weren't sure if Kidd's ability to remember things will be effected. A few tests enabled the doctor and therapists to say though that his short and long term memory should be fine for the most part, and it shouldn't be too bad.

Kidd didn't really say anything as he just wanted to get out of there. He wasn't fine about his ability to retain memories being affected somehow, how he could possibly not remember things, and felt quite annoyed and angry really, so he just ignored most of what his doctor said wanting to get out of this white room as fast as possible. Hospitals creeped him out the way they operated on people like objects, and memories of his uncle still haunted his opinions about these places. That opinion would never change.

When he was younger, he knew his uncle as an acute lover of motorcycles as he was the one who introduced them to Kidd in the first place. He thought Killer and Kidd how to build one, but he died from a crash riding his bike in the streets with Kidd seated behind him when he was twelve. Kidd looked up at the ceiling noticing how pristine the above tiles were as he could remember clearly being brought in the hospital in a rolling bed next to his uncle.

Oxygen mask, blood all over his body and dripping from the bed, eyes closed, and skin as translucent as a ghost, the feeling of staring at his dead uncle's body could never be erased from his brain no matter how hard he's hit it. He knew his uncle was dead before they separated the two of them for surgery.

The grotesque memory faded back into the storage of his mind as he shoved it back not wanting to think about that right now.

Did living through an accident like his uncle's be considered any better if his brain does turn out to be damaged….?

Kidd spat a big fat curse word to that. He wasn't damaged.

Kidd turned in his bed to look at the intern who was currently fixing his I.V. as they brought him back to his room after the series of tests. He laid back in the bed he'd been in the whole time, and watched the dark haired man whom he accidentally groped the day before.

"Kidd, I think you need to apologize," he could imagine Killer telling him that for what he did yesterday, but he had a hunch that maybe the blonde had already done that for him.

Apologize - he didn't do anything wr…. Okay, maybe it was bad, but it wasn't something he needed to apologize for. It was an honest mistake.

The man who stood beside his bed noticed he was staring and cast a glance at him.

"Hey," Kidd spoke since he was already looking.

The man looked away uninterested. "This is a hospital. I'd appreciate it if you can control yourself in my workplace."

"I'm not gonna touch your ass. That wasn't on purpose by the way, and I wasn't kidding about seeing you before. I think I know you from somewhere."

The man continued to ignore him.

"You don't know me, and I've never seen you before in my life."

For a moment, the teen closed his eyes trying to remember.

"What's your name?" he asked. Maybe if he knew, he'd know exactly where the intern's face came from.

"No."

The man's answer came out short and simple. Kidd looked at him quizzically.

"What?"

"I don't need to tell you my name. That's not part of my job."

"You know, I could just ask the nurses for who you are," the teen wondered why he was making this so hard.

The raven's arms continued moving, but not once did he turn to face him.

"Go ahead," the man acted like he didn't care. "They know who I am, but I won't tell you my name."

"Why not?"

Finally, did the hospital worker look to raise a brow at him.

"Because I'm sure that I've never met you before. I would remember seeing a person like you. Your appearance isn't very plain, Mr. Eustass."

Kidd didn't know if that was a compliment or not, but he had a gut feeling that the man just didn't like him. The man checked around to make sure that he was all set and made himself to leave ending their conversation, but Kidd didn't want him to leave yet.

"Then what can I do to make you tell me?" he blurted out before the intern turned away.

The man paused to look back at him wondering why he was pushing for this piece of information, especially when it was so easy to get. He could just ask Dr. Hawkins or any hospital staff and they could tell him his identity. It was just a name, but Kidd didn't want to know that way. Not when the man himself could tell him.

The man tilted his head with a curious, but tired breath as he leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. He eyed Kidd trying to guess what his game was, but this was no game.

"When you can walk again, I'll think about it," his analytical grey irises fell down to the teen's injured leg set in a cast.

He was obviously thinking that it would take a few weeks before he could walk on it again. It wasn't really just his broken right leg, he also had a sprained ankle with his left one making it impossible to get onto his two feet, much less stand. If Kidd needed to go somewhere, they dragged him around in a wheelchair. To the intern's calculations, they were letting Kidd out by the end of the week, and they'd never see each other again despite being incapable of getting around. He could recuperate at home, he didn't need to walk. Of course, he could always come back to the hospital and ask for the intern again once he healed, but this was the man's roundabout way of saying drop it. Give it the hell up, I'm not telling you. The intern looked at him expectantly waiting for his answer whether he was going to take on the challenge or not.

"Fine," Kidd took it. "Wait there."

The man's arms loosened around themselves as Kidd threw the blankets off his bottom half.

"What are you doing?" the man hissed alarmed. "Lay back down, you're going to further worsen your injury."

"Stay there," Kidd growled when the man tried to come over.

The man stopped his legs and stayed where he was. Kidd looked at his feet as he twisted them from the bed and hung them over the edge of the bed. He planted a firm hand at the cabinet besides his bed and carefully dipped his legs to touch the floor. It hurt like a son of a bitch to get his feet flat on the ground, and he could feel the intern glue his eyes at him waiting for him to collapse and fall. Kidd grunted over the pain and stood, his injuries getting nothing over him as he arched himself straight. With great concentration to dull his nerves screaming at him to sit the hell down, he looked straight at the raven haired man in front of him who stared back, his tattooed body tensed in incredulous worry.

The man actually thought he could do it. Kidd was actually going to walk with a few days recovery time, his legs seemingly made out of supernatural steel. They both stood there still, but the magical effect dissipated when his right leg cracked from too much pressure and he wobbled to the side unbalanced.

"Fuck," Kidd muttered under his breath as he clawed for the cabinet.

The raven's expression lost all its suspense with a hidden relief. He started to stalk over, and Kidd tried to push himself back up.

"I said I could do it!" he stubbornly tried to force his knees to support themselves.

A firm hand wrapped around his arm and pushed him back to the bed.

"Sit. back. down."

It was a chilling command. The teen looked up to meet a pair of irrefutable grey eyes that warned him that if he tried to stand again, there would be another limb broken.

Kidd didn't argue as he let the pair of thin hands take care of him as he obeyed and settled himself back on the bed. The tired face of the intern leaned in close to him as he readjusted all the needles that he ripped off back into their place. The well defined features of the lean man which were easy to see at this distance was eerily familiar, but there was something missing.

The long, dextrous fingers inserted the needles back under his skin expertly after years of experience, maybe too precisely for just an intern, and tucked him back under the sheets nicely - tightly. Almost too tightly signifying that if he tried this stupid stunt again, he'd handcuff Kidd back to bed. The man shot the teen a look to see if he understood that, and Kidd didn't peep a single sound.

"Comfortable?"

Kidd stitched his lips together not wanting to answer.

"Good."

The teen looked above as the intern didn't even let him sit up. His body lay horizontal across the bed, the blanket up to his neck like a cocoon. He couldn't even move his arms under there as the blanket trapped him immobile.

"I'll be back to check on you in a few hours, and I do hope that I'll still find you in your bed."

That was a death threat looming over the teen's head.

"See you soon."

The intern's body pulled away from his, and Kidd tried to angle his head to see the intern go. The neck, the only part of his body that he could move, craned to get a view. He could see part of the man's upper body as he exited out the door, and closed it.

Hopefully, someone would come before the angry intern and undo the blanket soon.

Throughout the rest of the day, Law went through his daily routine. Kidd would be fine. Why did he even want his name anyway? A face was a lot easier to remember than a name. If he hadn't recognized him by now, then there was no way knowing his name would help.

It was by lunch break in the cafeteria that a nurse came up to him as he sat alone by the windows with a cup of black tea.

"Um, Law," a slim, blue haired girl with a ponytail tied high at the back came by his table.

She was also at break and held a tray of her own food of soup, a few other sides, and a drink.

"One of your patients was wrapped under his blanket like a burrito, and I think he might've hurt himself," she pouted confused.

Law took a quiet sip of his tea. So it was Vivi that found Kidd and saved him.

"You might need to look over him extra carefully before he does something dangerous to himself," she whispered. "But I'll keep an extra eye out too. I gave him an extra blanket just in case he was cold, but I'll just try to pass by his room a few more times for you."

"Thank you, Vivi," he thanked her.

"No problem," she smiled. "I'll see you later."

The nurse waved goodbye as she made her merry way to her friends over to another table, and Law continued to sip his delicious tea.

Names don't come cheap.