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To anyone who have similar stories to this, I am very sorry, I haven't had time to sift through all the Junjou Romantica stories.
Chapter 3
6:45 pm
Misaki's eyes flickered open. He saw a white ceiling he did not recognize and he felt like he'd been hit by a Mack Truck. "Where…" he trailed off. His head was pounding too badly for speech.
"Oh, you're awake," said a voice to his right. Very slowly, Misaki turned to face the voice. It was a tall, young man, with dark hair, and a cute smile. He looked familiar, but he couldn't quite remember where from.
He tried speaking again and managed to get out, "Where am I?"
"You're in the hospital, it seems you were in a bit of an accident."
"What happened?"
"You were hit by a car." Misaki's eyes widened with shock. The doctor continued, calmly, "You sustained a broken femur, a fractured wrist and a minor concussion, as well as some minor cuts and bruises. My name is Nowaki Kusama and I am going to be your doctor for a while."
Misaki, suddenly remembered where he'd seen this man before. "Flower Shop Guy."
"Eh?" Nowaki looked at him, startled.
"You work in the flower shop three blocks from where I live. I bought roses there, one time."
Nowaki laughed. "Ah, yes. I do work in a flower shop part time, to pay off medical school."
"So how did I get here?" Misaki asked, changing the subject.
"Hiro-san, ah, I mean Kamijou Sensei escorted you here in an ambulance."
"The demon professor?"
The doctor laughed. "Why do you call him that?"
"Because when he's ticked off, he takes out on us poor students. Staplers, pens, erasers, you name it and it's been thrown."
Nowaki laughed again. "Well it seems like your memory is intact. Just to be on the safe side though, please tell me who your family members are and where you live."
"I have a brother named Takahiro, my parents died when I was eight, and I currently live with my lo—with my brother's high school friend in a massive apartment five minutes away from M University."
Suddenly, a small beeping sounded in the room. Nowaki looked down at his beeper. "Oh, I'm being paged. Is there anything you need at this time?"
"Er," Misaki struggled to think of anything. "Uh, can you tell me what time it is."
Nowaki glanced down at his watch. "It is ten minutes to eight."
"WHAT?!"
…
Backtracking to 6:00 pm
Usagi had searched all though local areas for s econd time, before he had an idea. Maybe one of his professors knew where he was. Yes, that might work. Usagi, half, no, all the way crazy with worry was willing to try anything.
He would have just called Hiroki,and asked after Misaki, but he'd called Misaki so many times, that he'd killed his battery, and, of course, the charger was back at the apartment.
Arriving at the school, Usagi stalked through the building and up to Hiroki's office. He knocked and pushed open the door. "Hiroki, do you—" he stopped dead at the sight of Hiroki's boss and a boy in a high school uniform frenching.
Both of them shot apart, the boy turning defensive while Miyagi looked panicked. "Usami-san, what are you doing here."
"Uhh, looking for Hiroki."
"Well, he's not here."
"I figured that, do you know where he is?"
"Uhh, yeah, he's at the hospital."
Usagi's eyes widened. "Is he alright?" He asked, momentarily distracted.
"He's fine, one of our students was involved in a hit and run accident this morning, he escorted the kid there. He would have come back earlier, but no one can get a hold of Takahashi's emergency contact."
Usagi froze. "Did you just say 'Takahashi,' as in Takahashi Misaki?"
"Yes, do you know—" he didn't even finish the sentence before Usagi was out the door and down the hall.
6:45 pm
Hiroki was BORED. He'd been sitting in this room for hours with only a short lunch break with Nowaki. He was still waiting for someone who knew Misaki to come and look after him.
Excitement came in the form of Usami Akihiko throwing open the double doors and running inside looking panicked, upset and pissed off all at once.
"Akihiko? What the hell are you doing here?"
"Hiroki, where's Misaki?"
"Jeez, calm down. Who is Misaki?"
"Takahashi Misaki! Where is he?"
"How do you know Takahashi?"
"He's my lover, now where is he?" Usagi's face was starting to lean heavily towards pissed off, more than the other two emotions. Hiroki would have paled if he hadn't been flushing furiously over the fact that the man he used to be in love with was sleeping with one of his students.
Finally, Hiroki managed, "He's in room 217, stable, but still unconscious, last I heard. I—" yet again Usagi dashed off without waiting for the other person to finish speaking.
Hiroki grimaced and pulled out his phone to warn Nowaki, as he followed after Akihiko.
…
(Meanwhile, upstairs)
"Is something wrong?" Nowaki asked, confused at Misaki's horrified face. He could recognize people who were startled by how long they'd been asleep, but this was different, this was an I'm so screwed look.
"N-no, everything's fine."
"Okay." Clearly the boy did not want to talk about why he was upset, so he let it go. His beeper suddenly rang again. He was needed at the Nurses' station. "Well, I'll be back in a while to check on you." With that, he turned and left.
Misaki dove for the bedside phone as soon as his doctor was out the door.
…
"What is it, I was with a patient." Nowaki asked the nurse at the main desk.
"Reception says there is a man in the waiting room yelling for said patient," she replied.
"That must be his emergency contact. I'll head downstairs and talk to him." He turned and headed to the elevator. As he reached the doors, his phone buzzed. He flipped it open. It was a message from Hiroki. Incoming. Akihiko is here. Nowaki stared at his phone. Akihiko? As in Usami Akihiko? At that moment, the elevator doors opened, revealing none other than Usami-san, followed by a thoroughly irritated looking Hiro-san.
He started at the sight of Nowaki. "What are you—no, never mind, I don't care. Where is Misaki?"
Nowaki took in Usami-san's fevered eyes and panicked expression. This face screamed terror. He was terrified for Takahashi-kun. Why was he so—? Then he remembered Takahashi's panicked expression. Were these two supposed to meet up or something?
He decided to ask. "Usami-san, what is your relationship to Takahashi-san?"
"He's mine," Usami-san snapped.
Nowaki raised an eyebrow, while Hiro-san flushed. Nowaki remembered Hiro-san's love for his childhood friend, and hated it. He could have blocked Usami-san from seeing the boy, but now was not the time to be petty. If Usami wanted to his loverand couldn't, he would probably just beat the crap out of anything that stood between them. But first…
Nowaki pressed a hand onto Usami's shoulder. "Usami-san, you must calm yourself. Takahashi-kun is awake and seems to retain his memory for the most part. He does not remember the crash, but he remembers me and Hiro-san, so I am sure everything is fine mentally. On the other hand, he has suffered from a broken Femur and fractured wrist. He also suffered a concussion, so your overexcited state might damage his recovery. So if you want to see him, you must relax."
Usagi forced himself to take a deep, soothing breath. It would have worked too, except that he heard Misaki yell, "Dammit Usagi-san! Answer your phone." Usagi took off in the direction of the voice. Nowaki and Hiroki trailed helplessly after.
…
Usagi dashed down the hall, looking at room numbers. What was it that Hiroki said? Ah yes, 217, he realized as he spotted it. He threw himself through the open doorway and saw Misaki, to his happiness, and horror.
Misaki had one leg in a cast, propped up, and his wrist tied to a splint. That hand held the receiver of a phone while the other was poised over the number key pad. He looked up at Usagi in surprise. "Oh, there you are. Well this saves me the trouble of trying to find you. Speaking of which, is your cell phone dead or something, 'cause I couldn't…get…through." His voice faded on the last words as Usagi advanced on the bed. When Usagi came to a halt, directly above Misaki's head, Misaki asked, "Usagi-san, are you alright?"
Usagi stared at Misaki for a couple of seconds before he burst out laughing. Misaki went from concerned to furious in a split second. "Eh? Stop it, what are you laughing at me for?"
He sobered a bit. "I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing because I'm relieved. I thought you'd run off, or one of those bastards you call my family had kidnapped you." He touched Misaki's face gently, trying to avoid the bruises on his face. Then he frowned. "I've just realized, this, all this, is my fault."
"Huh? How'd you come up with that?"
"If I hadn't gone to some pointless meeting instead of giving you a ride like I should have, you would be fine." He started getting upset. "I can't believe I let Aikawa drag me to that stupid meeting. If—"
Misaki interrupted his self tirade. "Calm down, I'm the one who just stood there in the middle of the street like an idiot, instead of getting out of the way."
"But you wouldn't have even been in a situation like this if I hadn't—"
"I said enough!" Misaki snapped, getting angry. "It's not your fault so stop talking about it."
Usagi looked down into the steely gaze of his lover. His face changed from self loathing to lusty in an instant. "You're so cute." He whispered leaning down to press a gentle kiss on Misaki's lips. Misaki rolled his eyes, but didn't protest. Usagi deepened the kiss a little, gently holding Misaki's head as he pressed his lips down harder.
"Uhh, this is a public place. Do you think you guy could stop for a minute so we can talk?"
Misaki froze, recognizing Doctor Kusama's voice. Usagi completely ignored him. If anything, he was kissing Misaki even harder. After a moment, Misaki's headache, which had conveniently vanished with Usagi-san's arrival, returned. Misaki let out a small gasp of pain and Usagi released him instantly.
"Are you okay?"
"Just a headache."
"Sorry."
"Not your fault."
Usagi-san smiled slightly. "You're such a bad liar," he said, leaning down to kiss him again. He heard Nowaki cough to get their attention and ignored him once again. As his tongue slipped into Misaki's mouth, he made a silent promise that he'd make this up to Misaki somehow. Although, he was fairly sure that the ideas he had for making this up to him were things that he would not like at all.
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