Axel rushed into the hospital, Demyx trailing in his wake. "Where is Roxas Hikari?" He said to the secretary, panting a little from running.

"On the third floor, room 813," she said, a little startled. Axle mumbled out a quick thank you before rushing to the elevator, waiting impatiently for Demyx.

"Why are we here, again?" Demyx asked, looking slightly wary. Demyx hated hospitals.

Axel didn't answer him, but stared off into space. He had only known Roxas a day, and yet he felt such a connection to him. He felt genuinely worried that the blonde had tried to kill himself again. He shouldn't have left him alone after saving him; he should have kept a close watch on him. Why was he so stupid?

"Axel?" Demyx was staring at him, concerned. "Who exactly is Roxas?"

Axel started. He had forgotten for a moment that Demyx was there. "Uh…after we separated yesterday, I was on my way home and I saw a boy throw himself into the river. Without thinking, I dove in and saved him, then took him back to my place. Then I took him home, again without thinking, and apparently he made another suicide attempt."

Demyx frowned. "You seem awfully worried about someone you've only known a day."

Axel shook his head slowly. "The boy is suicidal, Demyx, of course I'm worried. I can't help it." The elevator opened and they both stepped out. Demyx decided to go to the waiting lounge since he didn't know Roxas. Axel would have protested, but he just wanted to make sure Roxas was okay, so he just let him go.

"…I can't believe you would pull this crap!"

Axel stopped. That voice was coming from 813…Roxas' room? He peeked in and saw Roxas lying in a hospital bed, pale but very much alive. There was a man in the room and he seemed to be yelling at him.

"I can't believe you would even consider something like that!" The man continued, "And in our house, too! Do you know how long it's going to take to get the stains out of your brother's room?!"

Axel's eyes widened. What? Surely he had heard wrong…?

"Do you know how much it's going to cost for this damn hospital bill?! The ambulance and the cost of the room, you're lucky we even decided to do that!"

Roxas' face was hard and emotionless, but Axel could see the sparkle of tears just under the surface, even from the doorway. "You've been nothing but a bother ever since you were born! It should have been you who died!"

Roxas gulped. "Dad…"

"Don't you dare call me that! You are not my son! My son is dead, because of you!! Don't ever bother coming back to that house again, or I swear I will be the one who kills you!" With that, the man turned on his heel and strode out of the room, walking right past Axel as if he wasn't there. Axel just stood there for a moment until he heard the sound of sobbing. He looked into Roxas' room and saw the blonde lying in a fetal position, his head buried in the pillow, his body shaking almost violently.

Without thinking, Axel strode into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He gathered Roxas up and pulled him into a tight embrace, not even allowing the blonde to see who it was holding him.

Roxas, it seemed, didn't care, only buried his face in Axel's chest and sobbed loudly. Axel could feel his shirt become very wet but he didn't care. He began to stroke Roxas' hair soothingly, even though he knew nothing he did would ever help.

It wasn't long before Roxas had cried himself to sleep in Axel's arms. Axel didn't want him to catch a cold from the wet shirt, so he laid Roxas back on the pillows, switching the top and bottom ones so that the dry one was on top. He pulled the blankets up to the blonde's chin and left the room to find Demyx.

"Finally," said Demyx, leaping up, "Can we go now? This place gives me the shivers."

Axel rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. "You can leave if you want, Dem. I'm going to stay here. I think that, right now, I'm all he has."

Demyx frowned at him. "Why? What happened?"

Axel shook his head. "I don't think it would be right for me to tell you. Suffice it to say that it was really bad."

Demyx sighed. "Fine, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Hopefully. Although, I might have made things much more complicated by saving his life."

Demyx gave him a quick hug. "See ya, man." He flicked his wrist and left the waiting room, only too glad to be getting out of there.

Axel left and went back to room 813 again. Roxas was still sleeping, but a look of pain crossed his features. He was probably having a nightmare. Axel brushed some hair from his face, wishing he could do something, anything, to help the small boy. But there was nothing he could do. Well, actually, maybe there was something, small as it may be.

When Roxas woke up the next morning, his first thought was i Where am I/i When he realized he was in the hospital, the memories of what his father had said to him came flooding back. He had told him not to come back home…but where else was he supposed to go? He felt tears well up in his eyes and cause him to choke. He was forced to sit up in bed to avoid suffocating. i Not that it matters/i Roxas thought bitterly. He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that when he saw movement off to his left, it caused him to jump. He looked over and saw Axel slumped in the chair by the bed, obviously asleep.

Roxas was confused. Why was he here? He had only met the redhead a few days ago, why did he even care about him? Vaguely, he remembered sobbing and a warm person pulling him into an embrace. Had that been Axel?

Slowly, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded over to the chair. He stared at the redhead for a moment before shaking his shoulder, rousing him.

"Huh?" Axel mumbled, his eyes heavy with sleep. "Wuzgoinon?" He saw Roxas standing in front of him and he smiled sleepily. "Morning."

Roxas crossed his arms and stared at him. "Why are you here, Axel?"

"The hospital called me," said Axel, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. "I, uh…kinda walked in on your conversation with your father."

Roxas' breath caught in his throat. "Y-you did?" He had seen that? Why? Why did anyone have to see something like that? Why did anyone have to know?

Axel stared at him, concerned. "I'm…I'm really sorry, I just-"

"No you're not."

"Huh?" Axel was startled by the emptiness in Roxas' voice. "What do you mean?"

"You're not sorry. Not at all." He laughed bitterly, a horrible sound. "There's nobody who's sorry for me. I'm nobody. I'm a worthless…nothing…" He sat on the ground, starting to laugh hysterically. Axel could do nothing but watch in horror as the blonde had his mental breakdown.

He tried to lay an arm on his shoulder comfortingly, but Roxas only batted it away. He tried to get up and give him some privacy, but Roxas had somehow latched onto his leg and he couldn't move. At least, not until the blonde had sobbed himself to sleep. It took some time, but eventually he slumped, still holding onto Axel's leg like it was the only thing in the world. Gently, Axel picked him up and carried him back to his hospital bed. He brushed the hair from the blonde's sweat and tear streaked face. It looked kind of dirty like that, but it was…cute, in a way. On impulse, he kissed Roxas' cheek and went back to his seat next to the bed.

AN: Room 813, anyone notice that? Just wondering.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters except for the secretary and Roxas' father. Unfortunately, I do not want to own them but I have to take what I can get. Heck, I don't even really own the room 813 thing, I borrowed it from deviantart. Hope nobody minds...