A/N: It's been some time! I'm really sorry! :((

In a dusty old shop something lay. Something that no one knew was there. A hidden clue that seemed to be forgotten. No one knew it was there. Not the owner and not the owner of the shop itself. That was because it shouldn't have been there. Fallen from its place, a cord that had fallen from the sheath of a sword. A sword that could be highly dangerous in the hands of a demon. That black cord laying underneath a table had its own story. It should have been tied to the sheath of a death scythe in the form of a sword, a sword owned by a demon.

"Undertaker."

Weary, he opened his eyes. He felt tired, like he could just fall asleep again.

"Undertaker."

Why wouldn't they just leave him? He didn't want to get up…not just yet.

"Undertaker, we know you're awake."

Who said he was awake? He certainly didn't feel like he was awake. He could see nothing but darkness, but his ears rung with various sounds. A ringing noise that never stopped, people walking around, people calling to him. He even heard every breath they took! It simply hurt and he closed his eyes with a groan. He had a terrible headache and every sound felt like a thunderstorm raging in his head.

"Please, Undertaker." The words ended with a tired sigh. A sigh he knew. He gathered everything he got and opened his eyes once more. Everything was red. Slightly panicking, Undertaker looked around seeing that it was only one person who was clad in a red coat and had long red hair, red shoes, red glasses, probably red underwear. Why all in red? Undertaker grunted at the red sight and tried to sit up. "Easy." The redhead warned. Undertaker wanted to nod but his head hurt too much.

"What have you done?" Undertaker asked confusing Grell to no end. William was in the room as well and scowled down at the retired reaper.

"What do you mean, darling?" Grell asked as he helped his lover in a sitting position, quickly pushing the pillows behind the other's back. William walked closer and inspected Undertaker's uncoordinated gaze.

"Can't move my hand." Undertaker said looking down at said hand. It felt so heavy. William's scowl turned into a confused frown and reached out to take the elder's hand in his own. He stopped himself from doing so and decided it was best to get a doctor instead of making things perhaps worse.

"I'll be right back." William said already on his way to the door. "Don't touch his hand. And you," He pointed towards Undertaker. "Don't move it." William said. Undertaker just raised an eyebrow. Like he could move it anyway. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the red reaper.
Right. His light, his beautiful light. As confused as he was, Undertaker could never forget Grell.
A moment later, William returned with doctor Elkins.

"Ah, Undertaker old friend. You gave your red lady quite a scare when you passed out without warning." The doctor said. He had tried to calm the young reaper down and it worked after a good few hours. Elkins had been summoned after one of the nurses gave up on convincing Grell that there was nothing wrong. Undertaker looked apologetically towards the red reaper and smiled sheepishly as if he could have done anything about it to stop it when he blacked out.

"That was unintentionally." Undertaker excused but Grell understood. "Now, is this 'ol head o' mine going sane or what is this." He asked as he tried to life his hand, but all he managed was moving his shoulder.

"Don't you mean insane?" Grell tried to correct but he only received an amused smile from the Undertaker. People had always referred to him as an insane old man, why not accept the truth? He was insane after all.

"I don't think so, that would take much more." Doctor Elkins said knowing what Undertaker was hunting down with his choice of vocabulary. The brown haired doctor came closer and took the elder's hand for inspection. His touch was gentle and careful. "I see." Elkins said thoughtfully. "Try to move your fingers for me." He said as he kept his gaze to the pale hand. The ancient concentrated and tried his hardest best to move at least one finger. Without much luck.

"It's not working." Undertaker sighed as he released the tension he'd build up in his arm. The doctor nodded and flexed Undertaker's fingers.

"His hand was working fine when I gave him a glass of water last time." Grell said concerned. What if it was paralyzed because of him? Perhaps he shouldn't have given the glass right after regaining the mobility of his body back. Grell should have known better. He should have been more careful but he was too concerned with the oxygen mask at the time. He was glad at least that was gone now. The sight of his lover laying like that was making it hard for him to fall into the arms of *Morpheus.

"Yes but it could be a temporary thing. An aftershock from the trauma his head sustained." Doctor Elkins explained. "I wouldn't worry over it too much." He said trying to reassure everyone that it was normal in this case. It wasn't like Elkins had ever had a case like this before though. "Undertaker, I do need to talk to you about something however." The doctor said as he regarded his patient. "Would you mind leaving the room for a little while? I suggest you go and eat something before we're forced to get another bed in here." Elkins said as he looked at Grell. Grell hesitated and was about to protest when he saw William staring at him with the slightest expression of warning. He knew that look.

"Alright Undie, I'll see you in a few moment." Grell said not really wanting to leave the elder's side. As William and Grell went to grab something to eat, doctor Elkins was left alone with the Undertaker.

"Is there anything you recall from the accident?" The doctor asked. He and the silver haired reaper had been friends for years and Elkins was concerned for him. He had enemies from almost every realm. The heavens seemed to be the quietest of them all for a change. It were the angels who usually cause more trouble with their purifications.

"I do not. Though, I think I remember seeing someone." Undertaker said as he really thought about it. Elkins raised an eyebrow at that. So it wasn't an accident? The doctor nodded and rested one arm over his other, bring up his hand to cup his chin in thought.

"Do you know who?" The doctor asked. Undertaker grinned lightly as he lifted his gaze and swept away the bangs from his eyes with his one working hand.

"Couldn't even begin to guess. Everything was even more blurred after I suddenly felt a pain shoot up my head. I also don't wear glasses." Undertaker said as he sighed, the smile falling from his lips. "How long will this last?" Undertaker asked the doctor looking sadly at his right hand.

"Only time can tell." Doctor Elkins said with a sigh of his own. "I'm really sorry, Undertaker." He apologized. Life had its cruel ways of making people suffer. Even Death himself couldn't escape life's tricks.

TO BE CONTINUED

*Morpheus: He's the god of dreams and people from maaaany centuries ago often referred to him. Some still do, by the by ;)