A/N: Herp derp. :B

Daylight mooN
Chapter One: Awakening

The first thing he noticed when he came to was the horrible headache. Next he became aware of the rest of his body aching madly and the nausea; oh, the nausea.

His eyes weren't even fully opened before he leaned over the bed and threw up the contents of his stomach, which wasn't much. Green acid hit the floor and splattered, followed by more and a coughing fit that rattled his body.

"Roxas? Roxas! Nurse!" A voice caught his ears; a familiar voice. Footsteps came in and hands pressed his shoulders back to the bed and said...somethinghe didn't understand because of everything else in the room had blurred together in an incoherent mess.

The nurses were at his bedside, cleaning the mess. His vision continued to clear until the figures at the end of the bed came into focus. One of them flailed her arms and wrapped them around him and was screaming about something, but it couldn't get passed the horrible ringing in his ears.

The sudden sharp pain that shot through from his spine to a sore spot on his neck made him shriek and clutch the spot. The arms disappeared suddenly and he felt the familiar prick of a needle into his arm, making him writhe on the bed from both stinging sensations. He felt the nurses hold him down long enough for the pain to subside and his screaming to stop.

Roxas blinked his vision back into focus and recognized the figures that had backed into the corner of the room, all three pairs of eyes wide and staring at him.

He sat up after the nurses had gone to finish cleaning the floor and looked at them dazedly.

"W...what?"

One blond figure, his brother, walked up to his bedside and took his hand. "You okay, buddy?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, Tidus," He began, his free hand wandering to the gauze on the left side of his neck, "My neck hurts like a mother fucker, but I'm okay."

"Roxas, watch your mouth!" The brunet to his right said, and he would recognize that voice anywhere. Olette came closer to the bed and shook her finger at him. "There are ladies present."

He didn't say anything; he tried to keep his eyes off of her swollen belly as another blond figure, Hayner, walked up behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. He muttered something along the lines of "You need anything? Water, or something?" Roxas only looked down in disgust and tried not to glare.

"Still feel sick?" Tidus asked.

Roxas didn't lift his head. "Yeah...I-I mean no, not really." He looked up at his brother and smiled, "I'm okay. Really."

"Those hickeys on your neck say otherwise." Hayner said, face unreadable. Roxas stroked the gauze again with his fingers, and stood up shakily from the bed, with Tidus's help and walked down to the bathroom and looked at the mirror. Holy fuck, did he look horrible; and pale.

He looked in the mirror, staring at the gauze on his neck. He ripped it off and gaped at the four holes on his neck. His breath hitched when his fingers ghosted across, sending a shocking pain through his body.

"Dude, what chick bit you like that?"

Roxas leapt back from his brother's sudden entrance to the bathroom. Tidus held the collar of the hospital gown and tilted his head up forcefully, earning a small pained groan from the younger boy. Tidus examined them closely and laughed.

"Someone thought they were a vampire three nights ago? Geez, raves get weirder and weirder every - "

"...Threenights?" Roxas regained control of his head and stared at his brother wide-eyed.

"What, you think I didn't know you snuck out to go to that fucking party I told you not to go to? That was three days ago."

Roxas blinked, and tried to put the gauze back onto his wound. "I have notbeen in here for three damned days."

One of the nurses suddenly barged in and took Roxas back to the bed and laid him down, but not without somewhat of a fight from the blond. Another nurse came in and Olette, Hayner and Tidus were escorted out of the room and told visiting hours were over. Roxas tried to get up and out of the bed, but he was restrained. None of the nurses would answer any of his questions or release him from the bed as he was carted down the hall.

(-+-)

The scanner was huge. Roxas laid down uneasily on the white board as he was slowly taken into the white machine. Doctors stood all over the room, watching him closely as the machine swallowed him and closed after he was inside.

Roxas sighed, trying to relax, like the nurses said. The walls were white, and what looked like the machine's needles and lights were white. It took a moment before it began whirring and moving above his head. The horse-saddle on his chest made it hard to breathe and the strap around his head made it all the more uncomfortable.

What the fuck was all this for?

Small flashes in the corners of his eyes made Roxas jump slightly. When the flashes began to change color and move in patterns before his eyes, something inside of him panicked. He whimpered quietly when a beam above his eyes charged into a bright red color.

"What the f-!"

Pain shot through his frame as a laser hit the hickeys-from-hell on his neck and he screamed in agony. He thrashed around violently, desperately trying to get free, his arms and legs hitting the sides of the machine. He jerked up after he had gotten his head free of the band and watched the red lasers begin burning holes into the white board where his neck had been.

The latch on the machine suddenly flew open and the board started moving as he exited the machine. The nurses pulled him off the board and back onto his bed. Roxas thrashed around and started to scream when they pulled out the restraints ad strapped him down to the bed and shot him up with that green fluid. By the time the actual doctor decided to show up, the nurses were finishing bandaging his hands. He was a tall man, with brown hair, round glasses, and a tie. Roxas hated him already.

"You stupid son of a bitch, what the fuck was that for!" Roxas shouted at the taller man, trying to free his hands of the restraints to get up. His eyes fixed themselves into a glare as he watched the man walk into the room a few more steps.

The doctor sighed and took off his glasses, "Roxas, I am-"

"I don't care who the fuck you are, I want to know why you're making thesefuckers worse!" He pointed to the tender side of his neck. "Why are you keeping me here against my will, and why won't anyone answer me?"

"We're...testing."

Roxas raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "For?"

After a few moments without an answer, Roxas's glare deepened, "For what?"

"In due time, son, when we get a better understand of what's wrong with you. When we know, you'll know." The doctor stood at the foot of the bed and rubbed anxiously at the bridge of his nose. He whispered something to one of the nurses and began to leave the room when he turned around.

"Oh, and Roxas, too much of this injection can kill you; try to cooperate and you'll be able to return home." And with that, the doctor was gone.

Roxas huffed as one of the nurses came closer to him with a needle with pink fluid, and lifted the sleeve of his gown slightly, dabbing a part of his skin with a cotton ball.

"This is a sedative; it'll help you sleep." She whispered.

Roxas didn't speak. He felt the pressure of the needle tear through his skin, making him cringe in the sudden pain and toss his head in agony. His body relaxed after the needle had retracted, but his neck began to throb as the nurses exited the room and turned out the lights. Roxas sighed, feeling the effects of the restraints on his aching bones and bruising skin.

"The tests prove negative. We'll have to keep him for a few more weeks."

"Keep the antidote up to stock; keep the sedatives in his room and with all the nurses at all times."

"Yes, sir."

And then, everything went dark.

A/N: Excuse the shortness. Chapters will get longer. I pinky swear.