When Drew woke up, it was to screaming and a pounding headache. He screwed his eyes shut and groaned softly. For a pleasant instant, the screaming stopped before it began again at a higher pitch and hands came up around him, checking his pulse and slapping his cheek gently, urgent whispers in his ear and clammy hand taking his temperature.

He groaned again and tried to open his eyes. After a few minutes of disorientation and swimming vision, Shu's face finally came into focus. His eyes were wide with concern, and he could see a few bruises forming on his face, a cut on his forehead and one on his cheek were bleeding. His nose had bled, though the blood had dried there and he had a split lip. His face was grimy and solemn. His mouth was moving, forming words he was not hearing.

He lifted his hand to his head and clutched it, trying to sooth the throbbing pain. He could still hear someone screaming and some people shouting and Shu was still speaking something and his vision was blurring and little black spots—

O.o

This time, when he woke up, he was a little more oriented. So that meant that he was aware of the pain searing through his entire body. He did not try opening his eyes though, because he could feel the bright light prodding at his eyelids and he could already feel his head ache.

He tried to take a deeper breath, and became acutely aware of the pain in his chest. He tried to move his hands and pain shot up to his left shoulder. He sighed mentally. Broken body, check.

He gave up trying to assess the damage and turned his focus on his surroundings. Antiseptic smell assaulted his nose. He could soft sheets under his fingertip, and if he focused hard enough, he could hear machines beeping. Those, along with the bright lights made him think of some sort of hospital. He braved opening his eyes, the lights made him groan and screw them shut again.

A chair scraped near him, the sharp noise made him wince. Soon, two hands were roaming up and down his face, chanting his name.

He opened his eyes, a crack at first and then more properly, blinked until he got used to it and then tried to focus. It was Shu again, a little more tidy. His face was no longer grimy, dried blood cleaned and cuts stitched and bandaged. His hair was pulled back and his eyes were big with concern.

Drew cracked a smile and tried to speak. No sound came out so he cleared his throat and tried again, "Hey."

Shu closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, there was some annoyance in them, "You stupid, blithering idiot!"

"I'm fine, thanks for asking." He replied dryly.

Shu seemed to deflate at that and Drew found himself in an embrace, gentle, minding all his injuries but still sort of awkward with their position. "I was so worried. You let go, why?

"I…I dunno. Lost consciousness?" He offered.

Shu shook his head, sighed a little, but gave him a smile.

Drew grinned, becoming aware that it went a small sting of pain on his cheekbone. Then he became serious again, "Where are the others? May?"

"Everyone is fine." Shu smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "May is with Ayame. They were safe."

"And Kei?" Drew prodded.

Shu bit his tongue before replying, "He…managed a deep gash on his side, losing a bit of blood and a small head injury. Not anything serious!" He added hastily.

"And…and others?" Drew's eyes widened as he remembered what happened, "Oh, your helicopter, it caught fire and it was-"

"It's fine! Alex helped, and we had another Charizard. It was fine."

"And Alex, where's Alex?"

Shu gave him a wry smile, "With boss. Talking about his new job, I'm sure."

Drew smiled at that. "And where's Kei?"

Shu bit his lip and nodded to his right. Drew turned his head and saw the blue-haired boy on the bed next to him. He was still unconscious, his head wrapped in bandages and needles in his forearms, hooking to the IV bags, a monitor beeping next to his bed.

"Will he be alright?"

"He better be." Shu said and leaned down to whisper inconspicuously, "Or else Miyuki is going to be pretty pissed off."

As Shu got up, Drew called, "Nii-chan?"

"Hmm?"

"May."

O.o

It took 15 minutes for the door to the infirmary to open again, during which time Drew was drifting in and out of consciousness. As soon as May came into view, his eyes ran up and down her body, checking for any sign of injury. Finding none, he settled back, satisfied.

"Drew!" May all but flung herself at him, cradling his head in her hands and kissing his cheeks, his forehead, and his nose.

"So I take it you missed me?" He asked cheekily and May gently slapped him.

"Jerk." May said even as she leaned in to kiss his forehead again. Drew grinned and wrapped his arm around her, hugging her tightly against himself for a moment, ignoring the protests of his ribs. He then raised his hand to press his fingertips to her cheek, other hand rising to go behind her neck and pulling her closer. May closed the remaining gap and pressed her lips to his.

May glanced at Kei when Drew pulled back and Drew followed her gaze. "What happened to him?" He whispered.

"What do you remember?" May asked.

Drew shrugged and awkwardly moved to make space on the bed, patting it for May to sit, "Not much. One of them caught fire and oh…I had let go…"

"Yeah. You fell." May said as she curled up near him, toeing off her shoes as she did, "The helicopter was going for you, on fire and all. Kei made this stunt, had Charizard spin in mid air and then you fell and Kei tried to catch and ended up falling himself and yeah, that's pretty much it."

"And how did he…ya know." Drew made a vague gesture to his side.

May rolled her eyes, "Charizard tried to catch him. Upside down in the air itself. " Drew did not have a reply to that.

O.o

It was nearly 10 hours later that Kei's hand twitched and he let out a low groan. Ayame, Shu, Chiyo, Daichi and May were gathered around Drew's bed when Kei woke up. Damon and Carlos were on a 'clean up the aftermath' mission and Miyuki had taken to spend the day in her own quarter.

Kei groaned softly and then loudly to draw their attention. Shu glanced at the other bed from where he was sitting near Drew on bed and nodded at Daichi. Daichi returned the nod and stood up, out of the infirmary in record time. He was back in 2 minutes, a doctor following him inside. Daichi took his place back on the chair as the doctor ran the basic diagnose on the patient.

Satisfied, he turned back to Drew, "You alright?"

Drew offered a half-smile, "Fine."

The doctor nodded, "Call me if you need anything. Kei will be fine. I'll send the nurse in a few." He bowed respectfully and went out again.

Kei had opened his eyes and was glaring at them blearily, "What, no one to cry over my bed?"

Chiyo snorted, "Oh, just you wait. The mourner is just coming in."

Kei eyes each of them carefully, "Where are Damon and Carlos? Miyuki?"

"Damon and Carl are on the clean up." Shu replied.

Kei hesitated before repeating, "Miyuki?"

"Just wait, honey." Ayame replied far too cheerfully, "You'll soon be wishing you didn't know. "

No sooner had she spoken the door to the infirmary slammed open ungracefully and Miyuki stormed in. Her eyes settled on Kei and she stalked over, glaring down at him with her arms folded.

Kei's eyes opened a little more and he gave her a nervous smile, "Hey there." His eyes actually popped open when a small hand met his cheek with a loud 'slap' and a painful stinging.

Silence filled the room and everyone stared at them in various degrees of shocked. Chiyo had clapped her hand over her mouth to stop the giggles while May gave a stifled gasp. Drew winced; Shu and Daichi exchanged a look. Ayame's eyes had widened to the size of dinner plates.

Kei's shocked look soon morphed into an expression of bewildered anger, "What the—urk!"

The silence turned deathly when Miyuki leaned down to kiss him.

Kei's POV

If I think about it, it wasn't much a kiss really.

There was no tenderness, for one. It was more of an angry crashing of lips and teeth. Miyuki bit my lower lip. I hissed slightly and tasted blood so I bit her lip back. Miyuki pinched my arm and I retaliated by pulling her hair roughly, using that to turn her head and force my tongue inside her mouth. She chased it out again and gave my shoulder a sharp jab and I released her, gasping for breath.

She pulled back and glared at me, swollen lips and flashing eyes. I glared at her harder, ignoring that her hand was still on my shoulder and that mine were still in her blond locks. "What?"

"Do you feel like a hero when you risk your life?" She seethed, her voice uncontrolled in the way I had rarely heard, if ever. As she said this, her hand moved down to trace the stitches on my side.

I bit my tongue, "Miyu, I…"

"It doesn't make you a hero." Miyuki declared, "It just makes you a selfish, stupid jerk."

A few seconds of painful silence passed. I struggled to keep my face stoic when I realized that Miyuki wasn't actually trying to be gentle with the stitches. I could feel the other's eyes burning on us and finally, I forced a pained grin as she applied just enough pressure to hurt, "Go on, and say it. Don't be shy. I know you love me."

I personally think the slap was unjustified. The others beg to disagree