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Everything was black. There was no sign of anything. No sound, no smell, all signs of life had vanished into the darkness.

...

But...Soon, the black around him rippled and faintly he thought he heard voices. Straining his ears to listen to them he found that the center of the black grew very bright.

"Still unconscious!" Switching hands and shinning the small light into the other eye, the paramedic checked the teen's vision.

The white soon faded into color, and Gokudera was able to see a few things, although most of it was a blur. Where the hell was he? Was he dead? No, he couldn't be. Although he was quite a delinquent, he had gone to church everyday when he was little and had payed very close attention.

The white grew a bit larger and the color's more defined. He silently chuckled to himself. He never thought he would actually get into Heaven, if this is what it was, he had actually thought that Hell itself would reject him from it's pits of doom. So, he couldn't be in either.

Pushing himself, the Italian tried to un-blur the moving object's around him. He finally focused on one thing, which turned out to be a man in white clothes. His mouth was moving fast and a vein had popped in his forehead. He took a quick glance at the pair of eyes on him and waved another person over.

Something suddenly surged in his right shoulder, plunging deep into his muscles and veins. He felt it, but couldn't find the voice to yelp out in pain. The colors of the man he had been looking at faded and starting turning darker. The corner of his vision grew black and started spreading into the world.

'No….' He didn't want to leave. 'I wanna wake up….no!'

The blackness spread completely in one eye and only a small spot of white was left in the other, but soon it was covered.

'I don't wanna die…'

Gokudera woke with a small gasp and a jump.

He blinked a few times as his consciousness was slowly given back to him. He realized after a while he was staring at a ceiling. A small brown fan, which made a soft thump each time it turned, was placed in the center of a white room, which was decorated with a small black table and a few chairs to go with it.

Cocking his head to the left, Gokudera examined that side of the room. He was instantly greeted with the sight of several machines, including an IV, all of which he was connected to.

"Gokudera?"

Half open emerald eyes looked up towards the door and saw Tsuna, who had been waiting there in the room for him. He weakly opened his mouth to speak but his words only came out in a whisper. Tsuna hadn't heard him so he quickly grabbed his chair and placed it closer to the bed, smiling at him the whole time.

"I-I'm so glad you're awake!" He held the silver haired teen's hand, "Ive been worried sick! I'm so glad you're alright!" Gokudera smiled back at his beloved boss and gripped his hand tighter as he tried to sit up.

Tsuna hesitantly opened his mouth to stop his friend from moving too much but Gokudera had already made it all the way so he shut it, and waited for him to speak.

"Juudaime, what day is it?"

"Its the 15th, Goudera-kun." It been a little over a week since that dreadful night. The bomber's eyes widened at this shocking news. He had been out that long? "Even though you've been unconscious for so long, I'm still so happy that you actually woke up. I thought you might have gone into a coma or something."

Gokudera could see that his boss didn't want him to freak out and worry so he took a deep breath of thick, gross, hospital air and nodded. "Thank you, Juudaime. I'm happy to see you too."

"I wasn't sure if you wanted this to be a big deal or anything, so I've only told Reborn about this," He paused to gently squeeze his hand, "Yamamoto and I have come here every day for the past nine days."

It took a second, but when Gokudera realized Yamamoto actually wasn't in the petit room, he let out a soft 'ah' and looked around.

"Where is he now?"

Tsuna quickly replied, "He's finally home getting some rest. At first he wouldn't leave your side and wouldn't even come to school. Finally reborn convinced him to go home," More like threated he might add, "and rest up for when you woke up."

'That idiot. He shouldn't worry about me that much.' Gokudera thought to himself. Tsuna noticed his friend's eyes become distant for a moment as he thought to himself. His eyes were cast down and his gaze was on the floor below, giving him such a tranquil look.

"Juudaime…." Emerald locked eyes with his long time friend and hero, "I'm really sorry for worrying you. I was very stupid for being out that long, and I'm so sorry that you had to stay here this long just to wait for someone as pathetic as me!" He quickly bowed his head in shame and embarrassment away from the brunette.

It didn't so much that fact that Gokudera had said he was sorry for worrying him that made him mad, but that fact that he had said he was pathetic and not worthy to care about. As much as Tsuna liked Gokudera, he wished he had some self respect. But in times like these; such comments weren't necessary.

Tsuna sat up straight in his chair and let go of his hand roughly. Gokudera's head snapped up at the sudden loss of warmth and looked at Tsuna.

"How can you say that?" His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the silver haired, "Gokudera-kun, you mean so much to me, and saying that your not worth it...that...that's bullshit!" Gokudera jumped at the harsh words.

"Haven't we already talked about this before? You are worth it! You are forever apart of this family, and you'll be worth it till the day we all die!" The smaller teen was shaking by now, his emotions piled up from the last few days spilling out all over the place, "And what about Yamamoto? What would happen if you left, or worse, died? He would be crushed! His whole world is wrapped in love and stuck upon you! Stop being so damn stubborn and selfish!"

"..."

Tsuna paused in his lecture and got a good look at the Italian. His eyes were wide and his cracked lips were slightly open. Tsuna realized that he had just cut his friend down pretty badly and sighed, looking down.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I just-"

"Juudaime-" He tried to cut in.

"…I've- We've been so worried about you, I just got scared and stressed-"

"Juudaime, I-" Frustration started to build up.

"…and I took it out on you. Your not selfish at all, if anyone its me who's selfish, I should be so grateful that your even alive right now, I-"

"TSUNA!" Tsuna's head shot up. Tsuna? Gokudera never called him Tsuna before. It had always been 'Juudaime' or 'Boss' or-

Tsuna silently gasped and froze when he saw the bomber. Gokudera's eyes were slightly red and clouded, soft eyes watered up and threatening to spill over. He had never seen the other cry before; he didn't even know that Italian could really express that much emotion.

The sight of him looking so weak and scared scared Tsuna himself and just the thought of it gave him goose bumps. But he didn't speak. Instead he stared at his friend, allowing him a chance to speak. He whispered lightly, voice cracking as he went.

"I'm sick," A shaky breath was took, "I'm really sick."

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