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This chapter turned out differently from what I had originally in mind but it has to do. Oh, and I'll try to update more quickly ;) Also, I'm already busy writing chapter 3 :)

Third person

The night was as dark as one's mind could be. He was surrounded by the darkness of his mind, a place he had been forced to create. It was a safe place, but it was also one that had been abandoned some time ago. His light had brightened that place. Grell. He sighed inwardly, not being able to physically do it for some reason. He missed him. He felt lonely and locked up. Locked away from everything and everyone or in other words, trapped. Suddenly, he heard someone call.

"Undertaker." It was said in a serious tone. He thought that perhaps, it wasn't him they were talking to. Perhaps they were talking about him. He looked around but he only saw blackness. He couldn't even say if he was standing, sitting or lying down. He tried to recall what brought him to this place. Thinking about what happened only made his head hurt, he tried to reach up with his hand but it wouldn't move. The fact that it didn't comply with his commands frightened him. He was truly panicking now.

"…can't hear you." Another voice said. It was the tail of a sentence and he knew they were talking about him. He tried to listen and remember the voices' owner.

Grell had been calling for Undertaker ever since they entered through the portal but he never received any sign that the mortician was still awake.

"Please hold on, dear." Grell said through his tears. He was scared. Scared for his lover's life. But also for his own. If the Undertaker were to give in to whatever was pulling him down, he didn't think he could live another day.

"I don't think he can hear you." William said as he looked at Undertaker. If one would carefully look, they'd see the concern William's eyes held. But The only one around to see it was Grell who didn't even bother to look at him as he kept talking to the unconscious reaper. "Grell, he can't hear you!" William shouted. It was loud enough to startle the red Shinigami. He looked up at him with shock. "Just get him to the infirmary." William said resisting the urge to push his glasses up further on his nose. The portal had brought them outside the library and they were lucky that the infirmary wasn't too far from there. Though it would take too long to drag the Undertaker to their destination so William suggested that Grell should go and run off to find a doctor, or at least a stretcher. With some protest William managed to get Grell going. They had laid the elder reaper down on the ground. Only then did they also notice the blood coating his silver hair. That was the main reason why Grell finally agreed to go. William winced at the wound as he inspected it carefully. He looked up to where Grell had run off to and stared for another few moments, not realizing that the mortician in front of him had opened his eyes. Yellow-green eyes glowed in the morning light of the reaper realm, silently struggling to focus. Undertaker tried to move his head in the direction where he saw a dark blur and to his surprise he could move his head. Not without pain though. A weak grunt passed his lips when he felt a sting in his skull. Why did it hurt so much?
William heard the sound and looked back at the mortician. He kneeled down and laid a hand on the other man's chest.

"Undertaker? Can you hear me?" He asked the question Grell had asked over and over again not too long ago. Nodding was out of the question for Undertaker so instead he tried to say something. His mouth was dry and all he could manage was another unintelligent sound. "I'll take that as a yes." William said, a small smile crossing his face briefly. "Try to lay still, don't move your head too much." He said. His hand was still resting on the older reaper's chest.
If he could, Undertaker would have rolled his eyes at that. But his headache was making it hard for him when he moved his eyes too much. He was having trouble breathing and laying on his back made it only worse. He wanted to change his position, but how? He groaned in irritation as his body didn't listen to him. He drew William's attention back to him immediately. The younger reaper was staring out in the direction he thought he heard someone, hoping it was Grell with help, but the mortician had caught his attention again. "Don't move." William repeated. As if he really could. Undertaker was getting frustrated but also dizzy. Not that reapers needed to breathe, but the sensation felt too weird if he just decided to stop. It would also serve in making William more worried. What were they doing there anyway? His answer literally arrived.

"William." Someone greeted in an out of breath tone. Undertaker tried to see who but he couldn't manage to lift his head. "Mr. Sutcliff told me what he thought had happened." The same voice said. It came closer to the mortician until he stood in his line of vision. "He also said, he didn't respond to anything." The man looming over Undertaker was a tall dark brown haired doctor, one Undertaker knew as an old friend. Undertaker blinked, silently wondering where his rose was. William removed his hand from his chest and stood up to talk to the doctor.

"Doctor Elkins." William greeted back. "He's responding better now, previously he didn't seem to be hearing us." He explained. Doctor Elkins nodded and turned to Undertaker once more. He kneeled down and carefully lay his hand on the elder's chest, just like William had done moments ago.

"I'm going to move your head a little to the side to inspect the wound, alright?" The doctor informed him. Undertaker frowned just barely. Was that the cause to his pounding head? Where was Grell. He wondered again. Doctor Elkins proceeded to carefully move Undertaker's head, sweeping at the silver hair so he could see better what was going on underneath the mass of hair. He frowned slightly at what he saw. Blood was coming freely and if he looked carefully he saw something that he didn't quite like. He let his hand hover over the wound and debated with himself whether he should feel around the injury or wait until someone brought the stretcher they were waiting for so he could inspect it better at the infirmary. Even with a risk of hurting the older man further, the doctor knew he shouldn't be waiting too long with a head injury like that. He slowly placed his hand on the mortician's head, his fingers feeling around the wound. Undertaker tensed up the slightest bit, he felt everything and it hurt. Unable to make much sound or move away. He could only groan in protest and close his eyes tightly. "I'm sorry old friend, I'm truly sorry." The doctor apologized. His suspicions were confirmed and he sighed sadly.

"Doctor Elkins!" Someone called out. The doctor looked around to see a few nurses carrying a stretcher with Grell in tow. Grell dashed back to Undertaker seeing his eyes squeezed shut.

"What's wrong?" He asked more to his lover then to the doctor who answered.

"I examined his head. His skull seems to be fractured, it's a wonder he's still awake." The doctor said while he looked down at the still form who had opened his eyes when he heard Grell's voice. Grell stared down at him and tried to give a reassuring smile, but all he managed to give the old reaper was a sad broken grin. Undertaker wanted to hold Grell in his arms so badly when he saw the smile.

"please move away, Sutcliff. Doctor Elkins will take it from here." William said coolly. Of course, William T. Spears, the one and only reaper who'd manage not to flinch if one were to hit him straight in the groin. Not that anyone ever tried, mind you. Doctor Elkins nodded sadly at Grell as if trying to make up for William's rudeness. The doctor had heard that the Legendary Reaper was hitched with Grell Sutcliff and he wished them both the best of luck. Rumors like that spread quickly in the library. Even though Elkins almost never went to the library, he still had to pass it to get to the infirmary.

The few nurses managed somehow to get the Undertaker on the stretcher and soon they were carrying him with haste. Moments later Undertaker was beginning to get dizzy again. He closed his eyes to still the raging storm that went on in his head. He felt like crying from the pain. He'd been ordered not to lay down on the back of his head, they had also placed him on his side on the stretcher to keep the pressure off of the injury. How had he ended up like that? He kept wondering the same things over and over again.

Suddenly, everything went still. There was no movement and no sound. There was no feeling. Except, it was as if he was floating. Floating through space and time. He tried to open his eyes again to see what was going on but he couldn't.

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: In the third chapter, Doctor Elkins will be explaining more about Undertaker's condition.