Hey guys I know I haven't updated in forever but seriously I had troubles lately making things up and I actually got so stressed I thought I would just give up but damn, I couldn't do that. Either way, sorry sorry and sooorryyy.

I want to tell you though that I'm taking a 2-3 weeks long break so yeah, no updates T.T Sowwyyy But I want to calm down and do nothing at all so yeah...

Hope you enjoy this! :)

Asano's P.O.V.

I woke up in a white room - white ceiling, white walls and bed. Although I had almost no recollection of what happened, it wasn't hard to figure out where I was. The hospital.

Sitting up, I squeezed my eyes and then looked around again in hope to see someone familiar. But I was alone. I just sat there for a good while, trying to remember how I ended up in this place. I felt no pain or injuries whatsoever so theoretically I had no reason to have spent the night in here.

I recalled writing essays and doing homework in there dorms. I recalled the uneasiness I felt and then-

I went to Karma.

And I found him in a pool of blood.

"Shit!" I jumped out of the bed and headed out to the abandoned corridors. After a while of frantically searching for a doctor or a nurse, I found one.

"Excuse me!" I called out as I ran towards one black haired man, probably a doctor, who walked out of another room.

Once that man spotted me, he stopped and already wanted to say something but was immediately cut off by me: "Do you know where Akabane Karma is? He was admitted yesterday in the evening, about ten or eleven p.m. Is he alright? What ha-"

But before I could spurt out any more questions, the doctor put a reassuring hand on my shoulder: "Calm down, please. Let's sit down and then we can talk, alright?"

I didn't like that voice. It was too calm. Too gentle. As if it wanted to say something bad but didn't know how. Despite the omnious feeling, I just nodded and together, we sat on one of the benches nearby.

I didn't dare utter a single word right now. I was suddenly too scared to hear anything - I didn't know why. Maybe the tranquility of these corridors and the white - the pure and yet eerie white - prevented me from doing so. Maybe I felt that any sound could break this frail peace here and I feared that if that happened, the same would happen to the redhead.

That frail life would break.

And I was scared of that.

"I know who you are talking about. Akabane Karma-kun, was it?" The doctor finally spoke up, his eyes not leaving my figure. I only nodded. "Are you good friends?"

Something in me jumped. The man in white said 'are'. Not 'were'. So Karma must have survived, right? Right?! Then why was the adult's face twisted in that... that sorrowful, guilty way. And why was it so hard for me to answer? Did I fear what would come next?

"He's an idiot." out of nowhere, I choked out "He is a mischievous and lively devil, the exact type of person I hate."

Honestly I didn't know where this was going. I just felt like saying it outloud: "He likes to pull pranks, make fun of me. Sometimes I feel like throwing knives at him or smeering those smug grins off his face with a hedgehog. He annoys me to no end-" I couldn't believe I was admitting this. "And yet, it feels like the day isn't complete without him."

That should have been enough of an answer. Maybe enough to make the doctor break his news gentlier than he initially intended. Because I just coudldn't shake off that horrible feeling. And I couldn't but admit that it was very likely. I did saw my rival almost bleed to death yesterday. I did saw the pale complexion, the weakening heartbeat, the horror in the paramedics' faces. I wished it wasn't true. But almost everything - from my memories to the conversation now - indicated one thing.

Karma was dead.

"Asano Gakushuu-kun, right?" the man suddenly interrupted my negative flow of thoughts.

It took me a while to proccess what he said: "Yes."

"Both you and your friend were taken here at exactly 22:24, you because of a panic attack and the other boy because of his..." the last words were lost. But wanted him to finish it. I hoped he would say 'suicide attempt' because that would mean it was only an attempt. And attempts are bound to be unsuccessfull.

But he gulped the end, making that hope of mine blurry and uncertain, not knowing how much of anxiety it caused me.

"I still remember the time, the sight and my feelings as if it happaned just a while ago. To be honest, despite the fact that... slitted wrists are fairly common these days, this was my first time dealing with the case."

I rather stayed quiet, waiting for what would come next. But at the same time, I wanted to scream at the doctor to stop beating around the bush and tell me outright. Is he dead? Is he alive?!

"He was in a critical state and the probability of him pulling through was slim. The operation took-"

"Where is he," I asked, no longer wanting to hear the explanation. I had no patience for this. I had no time. I just needed to know it, despite the fear, despite the foreboding, I just had to find out. "Is he alive?"

The man's face was hard to read. It didn't look depressing nor cheerful, instead conflicted. I was prepared for the worst. I knew it would happen, I saw what Karma looked like. He was a mess. A bloody mess. So it was only understandable that he wouldn't be able to... pull through. It was understandable. But the feeling of choking and tears starting to build up - those I didn't understand.

"For now," the doctor finally let out.

What did he say again?

"He's alive?" my voice was raw, but somewhat full of relief. Of course I would be relieved. Damn, I was amazed I didn't let the tears fall by now.

After recieving a slight nod and a gentle smile, I couldn't help but thanks the heavens for saving that moron. Or the hell. Or maybe both heaven and hell. Or maybe they didn't want to deal with Karma's shit so he sent him back here?

"But," the man suddenly stated, his brows furrowing a bit. "I can't promise he will be tomorrow or the next day or any other day."

What?

"He lost too much of blood. It was a miracle he survived but to actually wake up, that's a different matter."

I frowned at that: "If that's the case, why didn't you carry out blood transfusion?"

The black haired male seemed surprised by my question. He probably didn't expect me to know anything about this but I have already read enough of books to understand: "If that were possible, I would have done that without hesitation."

"The problem is?"

"The problem is that we have no donor of the same blood type. That boy has a rare one, very rare - AB. And as if that weren't enough, his Rh factor is negative. The probability of Japanese or any other Asian having Rh- is 0,01%. It's hard to find that blood type." he explained, his fists clenched. It was strange to see a stranger get so worked up about somone they don't know but hey, docs were docs. They must have cared too much about everyone to become doctors. "And even though usually we could use A-, B- or 0-, this time it would become too much of a hazard."

"Take my blood," I shot out immediately without thinking, staring at the man.

But he dumbfounded: "I know you want to save your friend but you probably don't understand. In order to transfuse blood, it must be completly compati-"

"My blood type is AB-. Completly same. Now take my blood and use it." I hissed, this time so fiercely the man shut up and actually thought about it.

Of course I understood the system. Compatibility was the most important thing since wrong blood could result in death. But when I heard about Akabane's, I found the hope. Truly, it was a coincidence that only the two of us had such rare type, but at the moment, being amazed by that discovery was the last thing I had time to do.

"We need to get permission from your parents. You are still a minor after all." the doctor declared, his face delighed as well.

"Give me five minutes, please" I said and ran back to my room and searched for my phone. But I didn't have it. I just remembered slamming it before giving Karma first aid. Shit.

"If you are looking for this," out of blue, a familiar deep voice appeared behind me and made me jerk my head back. "then here you are."

The chairman threw my phone into air and I caught it without any problem. More importantly-

"What are you doing here?" I gaped, not expecting his visit at all. My father was a busy man after all. And he usually wouldn't bother to even call. But I guess that after that 'Koro-sensei' and Class E affair, he significantly changed to better.

The man shrugged: "Checking on my son, obviously." and then he put jokes aside. "And making sure the other student is alright."

"About that, father, I-!" wanting to ask about the blood-donation thing, I started but got immediately cut off.

"I heard it. Go ahead, if you believe you want to do it." my father consented, a small approving smile forming.

"Thank you," I whispered and then ran off to the doctor who was waiting outside.

Apparently I was allowed to donate only 450 ml of blood at the moment. If I wanted to give more, I would have to wait 3 or 4 more months but for now, it would have to suffice. But as long as it would assure the redhead was going to wake up again, I wouldn't mind giving a whole liter. Sure, it would make me pretty languid, but it wasn't dangerous.

And if the doctors didn't agree?

I would make them.

Okay, did I make you scared with that 'Karma is dead' statement? I hope so, I tried to make it dramatic O.O XD Either way, Asano is being so sweet right now and I know it's so OOC but stiiiill~~~~

By the way, I don't do medicine, I don't understand this stuff and I studied it so hard just to write these things it hurt my head. So yeah, if there's anything wrong, please forgive me T.T

See you in 2/3 weeks then! :)