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The usual disclaimer applies to the last couple of chapters too 'cause I forgot ... oopsie! Please don't sue me.

Please read the bold at the end of this chapter, it could well influence the story!

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Chapter 6

A blurred shape loomed over him and Misaki recoiled before realizing that it hadn't moved.

'Usagi?'

He didn't stir. Maybe he wasn't looking at him. It was round. Like a head. A fat head.

'Usagi, have you put on weight? How long have I been out?'

Then he blinked. And found himself face to face with tawny fuzz … Nurse tawny fuzz.

Complete with white coat and stethoscope, Suzuki looked prepped and ready for surgery … Misaki rubbed his eyes, hoping he was hallucinating. Nope. Suzuki was still there. Needle in paw … exactly where a stuffed bear had acquired said needle was obvious. However where Usagi had acquired said needle was not so obvious … and scary. He eyed it nervously. Where that had been … some things it was better not to know.

Misaki turned his head to look at the door, and winced as pain shot through his head. It was only a matter of time before Usagi discovered him. And if the get up on Suzuki was anything to go by … Suzuki looked at him dolefully, Misaki took pity on the bear and patted his paw

'I know' he said sympathetically 'I'm scared too.'

The clock above the door ticked slowly. Each Usagi less second made him more worried about what the man was planning. Suzuki sat there unhelpfully, neither hindrance nor help; but he might prove himself useful as a shield.

It was thirty seconds to ten. Whether morning or evening he couldn't tell; and it felt too dangerous to leave the warmth of the bed and check.

Ten seconds

Nine seconds

Eight seconds

Maybe Usagi had forgotten about him, he thought gleefully

Three

Two

One

BANG! The door flew open

'Misaki!' Cried and insanely happy voice in an unusually high pitch that made his ears ring

'You're awake!'

'You're weird' Misaki retorted

'He's delusional!' he called to the bear, and then he turned back to Misaki 'Don't you worry about a thing. Dr Usagi will take care of you!'

'I'm worried.' Misaki took the opportunity of Usagi standing in the doorway preening, to give him the once over. 'Long white lab coat, surgical mask that did nothing to hide the uncharacteristic beam on his face due to the fact that it was dangling from his neck, and ... Misaki's eyes widened … Gloves! Long, latex, surgical gloves!

Exactly where Usagi was planning on putting his fingers was beyond him … he hoped.

Usagi strolled over to the bed and slapped a cold towel onto his forehead.

'You're feverish' he explained.

Misaki sighed. He could tell that his recuperation would depend on how quickly Usagi tired of playing doctors. And that actual recovery would occur after that time.

Meanwhile Usagi picked up Suzuki and inspected the stethoscope.

Then his face grew mutinous and he slapped … literally slapped the bear hard across his fuzzy face.

'I asked for the deluxe model not the standard!' he yelled at the stuffed toy

'You stupid … BEAR!'

Great. So not only was Usagi playing doctors, he was playing an unstable one.

The stethoscope incident seemed to dampen his scarily happy mood, slightly.

He grabbed the standard stethoscope and threw poor Suzuki across the room, muttering about not being able to trust a brain made of stuffing and that that was the last time he would 'do favours' for the incompetent ball of fluff.

Then he turned to Misaki and smiled broadly

'Just ignore my little staff problem Chickie. None of your concern.'

Did Usagi honestly just call him … Chickie? Now Misaki was cowering into the bedpost, just as he had cowered from …

'Usagi?' his voice was very small

'I mean, honestly if I pay him for … hmm?'

'Usagi?' he repeated, he wasn't looking for a response, just the sound of that nickname gave him comfort, and he needed some comfort right now. Because it had suddenly hit him. He remembered why he was in this bed. Why Usagi was playing doctor. How he had gotten his injuries. And why he had been out there in the first place.

Crazy Usagi forgotten, tears welled up in Misaki's huge, emerald eyes. He went to wipe them away with his sleeve, but Usagi had undressed him and he didn't have one; but Usagi was there, sliding his arms around Misaki as he sobbed into his shoulder, he rocked the boy slightly. Silently. One hand twined in his hair and held him gently to the older mans' collarbone.

'I … I … I rem…remember' he choked out through his sobs.

Usagi closed his eyes tightly for a moment, hating himself all the more for being the cause of this; then he opened them again, revealing his violet irises, the hand in Misaki's hair moved to cup his cheek and the one on his back went to push him away from his shoulder, then that hand cupped Misaki's other cheek. Usagi stared deeply into the moss green, tear filled eyes.

'I'm sorry Misaki.' He said solemnly 'I should never have said those things to you. They were untrue and unkind and I wish so badly that I had never said them.'

Then he tipped the younger boys' chin upwards and their lips touched. It was soft, kind and so sweet.

Misaki had a flash of déjà vu

'You stopped.'

Misaki gave a watery smile at the memory. Their first kiss.

Usagi stroked Misaki's cheek softly

'So what happened?'

Misaki flinched and he braved a glance to his stomach. It was barely recognisable; yellow, green and blue splotches of bruising covered his skin, and there were angry red welts with bits of surgical tape patched over the worst parts where the skin had broken. It looked like Usagi had had to pinch the skin together to apply the tape. He gingerly poked one of the scars and hissed in air through his teeth. Ouch.

'Misaki' Misaki looked up into the indigo eyes that were currently filled with kindness; his resolve wavered, then cracked, and finally collapsed.

'There were three of them' he whispered 'I was waiting for you by the wall and one of them grabbed me … They pulled me back into that alley and … and …Usagi … I thought I was gonna die!'

Usagi didn't want the boy to know how scared he was. And yes. He was scared. He was terrified. He didn't think he could cope with anything like this again; and he couldn't think of why it happened. All he could think of was his homosexuality, but you couldn't tell by looking. Ok, Misaki was adorable, but he had denied his sexuality so vehemently that Usagi had almost believed him. Almost.

Instead of trying to puzzle it out, he kissed Misaki again, just glad that his love was alive; he poured his relief into that kiss, along with his fear, and his love.

And when he pulled away, Misaki looked at him with those expressive eyes, and understood.

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