Isadora Yokwan: Ahhh I'm sorry! You're the second person to tell me that about Nowaki calling him Hiroki. My repeated mistake probably stems from the fact that I do not proof read what I write. I will start reading over after I write something, and hopefully I will not make such a mistake again. Thank you for the beautiful review by the way. It really made me extremely happy. Yes, it was my first time writing anything of that nature. I put more effort into things that I struggle with, so that's probably why it was better than other things that I've written.

ImagineI: Thanks for the spelling correction and lovely review. :)

Oh, and yeah… so in chapter one I said that I might make this an mpreg. I think I want to do it officially, which is why I wrote this chapter and the last one; it would prepare for the "reasonable" (haha if such a thing even exists) explanation of how it is possible for a male to get pregnant.

So basically, is that bad and too weird? I know that it completely turns a lot of people off. I am leaning towards making it one, but I don't know if that would ruin everything. Is anyone totally against it?

Chapter Seven

Nowaki called everybody he could think of: Hiro-san's boss, The Kang Institute, the CEO of education, Miyagi, etc. Every person he talked to told him the same thing: "I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to disclose any information." Miyagi, though, was the only person who ignored the rules.

"First," Miyagi began, "you can't tell anyone that I'm telling you this. Okay?"

Nowaki nodded gravely, even though he knew that it wouldn't be communicated over the phone. "I promise."

"Good. I'm putting my job on the line by talking to you. I just feel that you should know everything that everyone else knows. It's not a lot though… They didn't tell us much of anything."

"Please," Nowaki pleaded, "whatever you know— anything at all—is great. I just really need to know if he's okay."

Miyagi chose his next words carefully. "Yeah, he is okay. That's what the doctors are saying at least. They wouldn't tell us what exactly happened to him." He hesitated. "But something weird happened to him. Some men in suits, hazmat suits I believe they are called, came running out of the building after they heard the commotion. They stared at everything for a minute, but then they started to yell at each other viciously. They were saying something about a window. I don't know… I couldn't really understand their words."

Nowaki didn't know what to say. He did, however, know that he needed to see his Hiro-san.

"I'm coming. I can get a plane by tonight. I need to go now. Thanks for telling me all of this. I really do appreciate it." He struggled to say this. Inside, waves of anxiety were crashing against his head and heart, making it difficult for him to maintain his composure.

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Nowaki's plane landed at nine o'clock that night. Immediately, he rushed to the hospital where Hiroki was being held.

He managed to walk through the sliding doors of the hospital. Because he spent so much time in medical buildings, Nowaki knew that front desk ladies and security guards did not take kindly to any form of running. Every cell of his being was screaming at him to get to his Hiro-san as fast as possible, but he didn't want to antagonize anyone.

"Excuse me," he said politely to a young woman wearing too much makeup behind a desk. "I am here to visit Hiroki Kamijo. Would you tell me what room he is in?"

She was obviously bored from too many hours sitting down directing people to where to go. Upon seeing this tall and handsome man, she couldn't help but play a little.

Starting at his knees, she deliberately looked him up and down before turning to her computer. As she looked up the name, she started a conversation. "So, what's a man like you doing in this kind of place?" She plucked a note card out of a drawer and began to write some numbers on it.

"I'm actually here to visit my—"

"Well," she interrupted, "if you ever need some company, come visit me here." She leaned down to rest her chin in the palm of her hand. From this angle, Nowaki could clearly see ample cleavage pushing out of her shirt. "I'm sure I could find some way to entertain you." She smile with, what Nowaki was sure, a feeble attempt at seduction.

He reached out to take the note card she held out to him. Unfortunatly, her hand held onto the card. He tugged it out before saying, "Thanks, but… no thanks. I really have to go now."

Before she could say anything more, his long legs carried him out of the room towards the elevator. Once inside, he looked at the note card. Disgusting, he thought, acting so unprofessional in the workplace. In the middle of the card was a phone number in big loopy writing. Up in the corner, much smaller, was Hiroki's room number.

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Nowaki knocked softly on door 309B. When there was no answer, he softly opened the door a crack. Upon peering inside, he saw his Hiro-san on a bed, eyes closed and unmoving.

He stepped inside, careful not to make any loud movements. Nowaki confirmed that he was asleep by the shallow breathing that pushed his chest up and down.

What was odd was the fact that nothing looked wrong with him. There was only one small tube— probably for feeding or painkillers— connected to him, and all limbs were intact. His skin was still smooth and unmarred, just slightly paler than usual.

Nowaki went over and sat on a stool next to the bed. He leaned over to push Hiroki's bangs back. It was weird. If nothing was wrong, then why was Hiroki in the hospital? After being purposely kept in the dark about Hiroki's condition, Nowaki expected that something much more serious was wrong. However, in his medical experience, he also knew that some of the most dangerous cases appeared to be mild and innocuous on first glance.

He bent forward to rest his forehead against Hiroki's temple. He had been so worried; nobody would tell him anything, so he'd assumed the worst. After a sigh of relief, he gently pressed his lips down to hiss Hiroki.

Upon this movement, the smaller man opened his eyes. They stared at each other. Neither person moved until Hiroki's mouth broke out into a huge grin.

"Nowaki," he whispered, the pleasure evident in his voice, "What are you doing here?" His words were slightly slurred, as if he was still half asleep or high on drugs.

"Silly Hiro-san, I'm visiting you."

Nowaki rested his hand on Hiroki's chest. The older man naturally looks young with his small stature, but as he pursed his lips into a goofy pout and shook his head, he looked ten years younger.

"Nowaki, Nowaki, Nowaki!" He looked up with pleading eyes.

"Yes, Hiro-san?"

Once again, Hiroki's face broke out into a huge smile. He clapped before squealing, "I love you, Nowaki!"

The raven-haired man raised his eyebrows. He stood up to read the label on the bag that fed the small tube leading into Hiroki's arm. Yes, just as he thought: Alfentanil. Nowaki regularly administered Alfentanil to his patients. It was used more as a sedative than to alleviate pain, and in so it often caused the user to become irrational and loopy. This appeared to be the case with Hiroki. His mouth was gaping open and the corners of his lips were turned up. His eyes, usually so blunt and concentrated, were unfocused and distracted.

"I love you too, Hiro-san," he said, patting the man's head.

He responded by wiggling around on the bed and giggling. Yes, he giggled. Nowaki never thought he'd see the day when the professor lost his inhibitions.

"How are you feeling?"

"Mmmmm…. I'm good…." Hiroki's words were slurred. "I'm a lot better now that you're here."

"Me too. I'm also better now that I'm with you." He took Hiroki's hand and began to massage his thumb. "Do you know why you're here?"

"Nope, nope, nope." His head shook back and forth. "A lot of people came though to see me. They examined me and did a lot of tests."

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes. "Can you keep a secret?" he whispered.

Nowaki nodded solemnly.

"I don't think the people know what is wrong with me."

"Why is that, Hiro-san?" He used his talking-to-a-baby voice that he did at the hospital when he was trying to get a child to do something.

"I don't know. But it's true." Hiroki defiantly crossed his arms over his chest.

Nowaki nodded his head in agreement. Hiroki was too drugged up to be of any help; it was best to just play along with whatever he said.

Suddenly, the door opened and in walked Miyagi.

"Oh, you're here," Miyagi said. He walked to the other side of the bed and sat down. "I just got back from meeting with the lead doctor. They think they know what's wrong with him."

So, I know that this probably got a little boring. Sorry. :(

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