[So this was finished like two days ago, but for some reason, I couldn't get on the internet on my computer, but everythins is fine now. This is a little bit longer than most of my chapters, but I hope it's good. Thank you for the reviews! Dang...already in the 60s! I never thought I would be this lucky! Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!]

He was coming to. He could hear distant waves crashing against the shoreline, insects humming in the trees, the cold breath of the night against his sweaty skin.

It was so dark, it took him several long minutes for his eyes to adjust. He groaned as he moved his feet, causing a shot of pain to erupt in his lower back. He dug his fingernails into soft sand.

Where were they? He thought they were headed to Kairi's house. Sora craned his neck to see Riku collapsed in the sand next to him. His face was chalky white, his eyes closed, his lips trembling.

"Riku!" Sora crawled painfully to where he was laying and noticed his hand was over his stab wound. Fresh blood was still seeping past his fingers.

This time, Sora really did retch. He tasted bile on his tongue as he realized that Riku had taken them as far as he could have. He removed his shirt the best he could with one arm and removed Riku's hand from his abdomen.

Holding his breath and biting his tongue, he pulled the shirt around Riku's waist, and using his teeth and good arm, tightened it into a know. He glanced nervously at his makeshift bandage. He didn't know how long it could last, but anything was better than letting Riku bleed to death.

As his eyes finally became used to the dark, he found that they were still a long ways from Kairi's house. They had to get help. Sora trembled in fear. If he could sit in fetal position and just stay there until morning, he would. But he had to find help for Riku.

Riku's words flashed through his head. 'The crazy things we do for love.' He never agreed more with Riku. What he was about to do was crazy.

Broken bones were nothing compared to hemorrhage. He grabbed the back of Riku's shirt collar and pulled him with one arm a few inches. Then he released his shirt and dragged his body through the sand a foot or so before taking Riku's shirt again and pulling him along.

He made little distance since the entire lower half of his body was useless along with his right arm. And Riku was heavy, something Sora didn't find surprising because his mass was entirely muscle.

Not twenty minutes into his futile effort, Sora collapsed in the sand, his sides heaving and hot tears rolling down his cheeks. He mentally cursed himself. There was no way he could drag the both of them all the way to Kairi's house. They had to be a good ten-mile trek away from where she lived.

His body was shaking as he lowered his head in defeat. There was no way he could find the both of them help in time. Riku would bleed to death. He laid his head next to Riku's crying.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, kissing his pale forehead. Checking to make sure the wound was still bandaged tightly, and with the assurance that blood had not yet soaked the shirt, Sora set out on his own across the cold sand, dragging his broken body.

Determination to keep Riku alive was what kept him going. He gritted his teeth through the pain as his back constantly sent searing pains through him, ignored the cramping in his tired arm and chest and how ragged his breathing was becoming.

He lost track of time but the dark never lessened, so he knew it was far from morning.

He took several small breaks, trying to rest his aching muscles and calm his back.

His effort seemed futile. He felt as if he were getting nowhere, but Riku's pale face and blood kept resurfacing from his mind and he pushed his limits even further.

He did not know when he finally saw the lights on the porch that indicated Kairi's house. He didn't remember knocking feebly on the door, sure that no one could hear him.

But he remembered Kairi and her mother, gasping with fright at his state, trying to lift him to his feet and stopping when he cried out in pain.

He remembered telling them that Riku was hurt somewhere between his and her house, that he was slowly bleeding to death…slowly dying.

Then he could remember no more. For the final time that long night, his vision faded and he fell into an unknown abyss, where everything was a distant throb again.

Bright white lights blinded him. He felt no pain at all, just a distant throbbing and numbing sensation.

His eyes flickered ever so slowly, but the white lights hurt his eyes so he shut them again.

He felt a soft hand caress his cheek. He forced his eyes open again, squinting.

He tried to move, but his arms and legs were weighed down heavily and he was trapped beneath layers of sheets.

As his eyes adjusted, he noticed the hand sweeping away from his face. He followed it, watching as the pale arm conformed to large muscular shoulders.

He found anxious aquamarine eyes, wide and near tears.

"R-Riku?" he whimpered.

A thin smile cracked Riku's lips. His eyes softened, blinking back the tears.

"Sora, how are you feeling?" he asked, stroking Sora's cheeks again.

"Wh-What happened?" he stammered.

Riku's eyes hardened again and he grinded his teeth together. "What part?" he asked tersely.

"How did we...where are we?" he asked in a weak voice.

"Kairi's mom took us to a hospital," he began.

Sora raised an eyebrow wearily. "There's no hospitals on Destiny Island," he interrupted.

"Sshhh," Riku placed a long finger to his lips, "let me finish. They had to take us to another island. It took a good three hours just to get there, but they had to."

"So…they-they found you!" he gasped.

Riku nodded gratefully. "You shouldn't have done it, Sora. You broke your back."

Sora's eyes widened with fear.

"Well…kind of," Riku said quickly, catching Sora's eyes. "It was some bone in your lower back…that's why you couldn't walk," he explained. "And when you fell, you broke your arm."

Sora tried to lift his arm and found it too heavy. He strained his neck and found that a thick white cast covered his right arm from shoulder to fingers. He sniffed softly.

"I'm not…paralyzed am I, Riku?" he asked, his voice quivering.

"No, no!" Riku exclaimed, running his fingers through his hair soothingly. "You're going to be fine. You're going to have a brace that you will have to wear around your waist for a while, but you're okay," he promised.

Sora took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"What…about…your…"

"I'm fine, Sora, can't you tell? If I wasn't I wouldn't be here right now," he teased, kissing his eyelids softly.

"But there was so much-"

"It wasn't that deep, Sora," he assured him. Sora shook his head in disbelief.

Sighing, Riku pulled away and lifted his shirt, revealing a thick bandage wrapped around his midriff. "Fine. I'll admit, they had to stitch it together, but I'm all right!"

He sat back down, his left hand softly fondling his fingers, his right hand cupping his chin.

He felt tears reach his hand; Sora was crying again.

"What's wrong?"

"I almost…killed you," he stuttered. "You w-were right t-the entire time. H-he lied just l-like you said he w-would. You d-don't deserve m-me."

"What? No, Sora," he argued, looking sternly into his watering eyes.

"I almost killed you. Sora, when I found you laying there…I-I thought you were dead. I've never been so scared in my life. I shouldn't have ever left you," he admitted.

Sora hiccupped. "You were right about my d-dad," he said softly. "I'm s-sorry."

Riku shook his head. "I shouldn't have said those things to you, Sora. It was my fault."

He tried to pet Sora's hair when Sora flicked his hand away with his good arm. He looked at him, deeply confused.

"We're not getting anywhere with this, both of us taking the blame," he said.

Riku chuckled, leaning down to kiss Sora.

"Let's just call it a draw."

He kissed Sora's lips more softly than he ever had, touching his face with gentle fingers, afraid that the fragile boy would break apart right beneath him. He left Sora's lips tingling as he pulled away.

"We have to tell Kairi, you know? We owe her our lives."

Sora nodded slowly. Riku smiled, brushing his tears from his cheeks. A nurse came into the room, and for the first time, Sora heard a heart monitor beeping and felt the wires and thin tubes connected through his veins and nose. He sighed uncomfortably.

"You're awake now," she commented with a gentle voice. Sora nodded as Riku stroked his hair.

"You boys gave everyone quite a fright here. A two-hour trip, did they say it was?"

"Three," Riku piped in.

The older woman shook her head sadly. "You two are lucky. Destiny must have been on your sides."

Sora caught Riku's eyes. They were twinkling in amusement.

"Well then, Sora," she started, looking at his profile on a clipboard. "You need to take two of these, and one each of these," she said, holding four different pills in her palm. "They will knock you right out, let you get some sleep."

Riku took the pills from her, thanking her as she left. He reached next to the elevated bed and brought up a half-empty water bottle.

"Here, go ahead and take them."

"I don't want to go back to sleep," Sora said softly.

Riku caressed his neck lovingly. "I promise I will be here when you wake up."

Hesitantly, Sora took the pills from him. He took three separate gulps, washing the medicine down with water, and instantly, they started to have an effect on him.

Sleep overcame him and he desperately tried to fight it. Riku spoke to him until he was sure he was asleep, his words swirling together in his head.

"I promise I will be here when you wake up…I promise I will be here when you wake up…I promise…

[So, that was it. I hope you guys liked it. Please review for me!]