"Look sir, unless you're family, we can't give you any information," the nurse at the front desk said. She had a face that looked like she had sucked a lemon. Well, you would be angry too if you were working at 3 in the morning and having countless people try to get information from you about the celebrity for two hours nonstop. "You're just going to have to wait until you read about it in the magazines like everybody else."

"I'm not everybody else." Click.

"Why didn't you say so," the woman said with high pitched laugh that poorly masked her fear. You would be too if a scary man was suddenly holding a gun to your face. "Let me see what I can find."

The woman began typing into the computer rapidly, praying to whoever was listening that the crazy American wouldn't use his gun.

"Okay, here we go," she said after thirty or so seconds in the same high tone that easily gave away her fear. "He's still in surgery sir, I have no idea what's going on."

"Are you sure?" the blonde haired man asked as he cocked his piece.

"Look!" She sounded frantic as she turned her computer screen so that the man could see. She pointed at Shuichi's name so that he could see. "It only says, 'in surgery-progress-unknown'. If you put that thing away, I promise I will let you know the moment this changes." She started to breathe heavily.

The man with the gun thought about it for a minute. Then he smiled and put the gun in its holster, as if it were no big deal to have it. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card. "When that happens you yell my name. I'll be right over there, watching you." He pointed over at the waiting room where other people sat with magazines all looking worried.

The woman went as white as a sheet. She simply nodded and took the card. She turned it over and the only thing on it was a letter. She stumbled in her speech, "Um, it's, it's ju-just a letter. K." She looked up.

"You bet it is."

"Um, Mister K?" The nurse nervously called out. The American was at her side so fast, she yelped a little. "Uh, he's out of surgery and the head surgeon is coming out now."

"What's his name?" He pulled out his gun for good measure.

"Doctor Inurai," She said quickly. "He'll be here in just a minute."

K held his gun in her face a little longer. She looked around at the people in the room, wondering why they weren't doing anything. There was a gun in the hospital. After a few more seconds, he smiled with his eyes shut tightly. K pulled back his gun over his shoulder. "Thanks."

"Anytime," the nurse nodded.

"Hello Doctor Inurai," a stray voice said.

"Mr. Shindou has lost a lot of blood," the doctor said with a gun to his head. "Now, we were able to repair most of the damage. But…"

"But?" K asked as he cocked the trigger with his thumb.

The doctor took in a breath, afraid K would actually use the gun if he gave the wrong answer to his question. I wouldn't doubt it. "Mr. Shindou is alive, but he is in a coma and his condition is worsening. We can not wake him from it."

"I think you'll find that given the proper push, Shuichi Shindou will make a complete recovery." He cocked his gun and pointed it down the corridor.

"No!" Doctor Inurai raised his hands and put them on the gun. K raised his eyebrow; no one had ever touched his piece before.

The doctor looked scared out of his mind, but he held his ground. "I- You can not bring a- uh- gun into, into, into that room. You- I will"

K put his gun back in its holster. "Just bring me to Shuichi's room."

It was just past six in the morning but Shuichi had spent over seven hours in surgery, and he looked it. His skin was a sickly pale grayish color, except some dark blotches randomly scattered across his body; blood stains. Whoever washed them didn't do that good of a job. There was dried crusted blood around his nostrils. There were tubes and needles sticking out of his skin.

In contrast to his skin, his eyelids and under his eyes were dark, like he had been punched and they were bruised. His mouth was slightly open, and there were several small patches in his hair, small tufts had fallen out.

"Oh Shindou," K said out loud. "What have you gotten yourself into?"

The door burst open and on the other side was a friend, but he was sad. He was disheveled. His long, red hair was an uncombed rat's nest. There were dark circles under his eyes and his teeth were yellow. He was wearing the stained, rumpled clothes from last night and his shoes were untied.

"Oh Shuichi." Hiro walked closer to be bedside to his best friend for years. "What did you do, you idiot?" He didn't mean it; he was just trying not to cry.

AN- I just had to put a K scene in there. Couldn't resist. It's heating up. Hope you like it! If you do, please review! =] Until next time readers!