Disclaimer: I don't own KHR, much to my disappointment.

"Where is room 34?" An urgent voice asked through his panting.

"Down the hall to the right, sir." The nearest nurse replied.

He took off after that without another word, his orange sneakers squeaking as he ran. The hospital was small and way too quiet, but Tsuna didn't notice, he had been running for quite a while now and his heart was pounding in his ears. The short brunette soon saw someone he recognized and ran towards him. "Yamamoto!"

Cold brown eyes filled with confusion slowly looked up at his long time friend. "Tsuna..."

"I-I just got your message! What…what happened to Gokudera?" Tsuna tried to calm his panting down and stared at the baseball player.

Yamamoto looked back at the shut door and took a shaky breath. He best not tell Tsuna the horrible details and go right to the point. "Hayato's must have gotten something, because he coughed up some blood last night." He paused and locked eyes with Tsuna, "I haven't heard much from the nurses, but I do know that they called Dr. Shamal to come here. They wouldn't tell me anything."

Tsuna looked at Yamamoto with shock. He slowly nodded, silently telling the other that he understood. Yamamoto took a seat on one of the empty chairs in the hallway and placed his head in his hands. He gently tugged on his black hair trying to collect his thoughts, allowing Tsuna to get a real look at him.

Although Yamamoto's head was bent over, Tsuna had seen his face. Emotionless. It was as if someone had drawn an attenuated line across his face. The corner of his white polo had red smudges on it, which Tsuna guessed was blood. His pants were also very dirty, covered in mud stains and grass marks.

It turned out, that as soon as the ambulance took Gokudera to this hospital, Yamamoto had followed it at a full on sprint, not even waiting for a car or a cab or something to drive him there. It was an estimated twenty-five miles that he ran, not stopping once despite the rain, or any obstacle that got in his way. He had gotten there very late at night, pale and practically screaming and demanding where his lover was.

Tsuna took a step forward. "Yamamoto...don't worry about him," He bent down to his level and made eye contact with the baseball player, "You know Gokudera better then anyone. He's going to be fine. He wouldn't give up that easily to some silly cold."

A timid smile etched its way onto Tsuna's face as he tried to be brave and hide his fear for his friend. It was slowly mirrored by Yamamoto, as he stood up to his full height and grinned at the brunette. "Your absolutely right, I should have known that myself. Thanks Tsuna."

Yamamoto smiled on the outside, but inside he was overwhelmed with fear.

Blowing into his hands for warmth, the Italian doctor gazed outside the small window of the jet, dazed into space thinking about his younger family friend. Soft white clouds brushed up against the side of the jet, as if it were blanketing it up to keep it warm from the cold air whipping by. The sky, however, was a warm orange color, showing that it was soon time for the people of Japan to head home and get a well-earned night's sleep.

Taking a sip from him vodka, Shamal groaned and rubbed his face. He knew this day would come, but had dreaded and prayed that it wouldn't for years. He had warned the boy about it, hell he had even talked to his sister, trying to get him to understand the truth and accept it. But he wouldn't listen. Hayato had always been very stubborn, and he was such a tsundere.

The plane had been quiet for some time now, the only noises coming from the air conditioning or the 'tap tap' the doctor's foot made on the soft carpet underneath his shiny black shoes. With an irritable sigh, Shamal folded up the newspaper and took off his glasses. He had enough problems on his hands right now and reading about situations happening else where in the world didn't help.

A quick flick from his wrist and Shamal drowned the rest of his drink. He ordered another one as a flight attendant passed him. He was too caught up in his thoughts to be even remotely interested in women right now, considering he loved them more then anything in this world. Going back to his mental curses and swears, Shamal spun a web around the silver haired Italian and stuck himself right in the middle of it, trying to figure a way out.

"Why didn't you listen, Hayato…"

The rest of the trip was spent thinking about that sentence while the worrisome doctor made his way to Japan, hopefully, to save a life.

[AN]: Im honestly surprised! When I found out I was the only person with this idea, I flipped out!

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