"Bastard! Why weren't you there!" Hiro punched Yuki in the chin, causing him to fall to the ground. Touma and Mika grabbed the red head and held he back, who kicked and punched to get free, before calming down.

"Eiri, are you okay?" Touma asked, not letting go of Hiro, fearing he'd attack Yuki again.

Hands on the ground, Yuki wiped his mouth and started to realign jaw before turning his back to the guy who punched him. He didn't say anything, Yuki just stared at him intensely.

Hands held behind his back, Hiro calmly asked, "Hey asshole! Why weren't you there? You're supposed to be his lover. That means you're supposed to care for him and if he gets hit by a car, you fucking go see him when he's in the bloody hospital."

Yuki stood up but didn't say anything he turned around and walked away. Hiro continued, almost shouted, "Did you know he's in a coma? The doctors say his condition is worsening. He actually could die you know?" Yuki stopped walking, but he didn't turn around.

Hiro broke free of Touma and Mika's grasp, but he didn't rush toward Yuki. He just stood rubbing the spots that had been held tightly. "You just don't give a fuck do you? Someone good like Shuichi deserves someone who loves him just as much. But unfortunately, he loves YOU. Someone who can't be there for him, other than a shag every once and a while."

He walked out, rubbing his wrists. Hiro slammed the door on his way out. Touma and Mika had their eyes on the door and turned back to Eiri. Good thing he had his back to them or they would see him cry.

"It is now one in the afternoon, over twelve hours since we started covering the terrible tragedy of the traffic accident involving Shuichi Shindou. The official statement released from the hospital is that Mr. Shindou, lead singer of Bad Luck, is in a coma. Hundreds of fans and well-wishers gathered here at West Ceder Hospital.

"As you can see at this part of the hospital's entrance, they have erected a memorial in honor of Mr. Shindou. There are flowers, stuffed animals, pictures, cards and other assorted items. There are thousands of candles lit and fans have been singing songs by Bad Luck all night. They have just started singing Glaring Dream. Rumors have been circulating that Mr. Shindou's condition is worsening. There is a fear that he may not make to tomorrow.

"Many people close to Mr. Shindou have visited including his bandmate, Hiroshi Nakano, guitarist of Bad Luck, left West Ceder only an hour ago, visibly upset. Lead singer of band Nittle Grasper, Ryuichi Sakuma has also been to see Mr. Shindou and he too was depressed. He had this to say,

'My friend Shuichi's sick!' before running off.

"There is no word on how Shuichi Shindou's lover, Eiri Yuki is taking this news. And there still hasn't been a sighting of Mr. Yuki."

Yuki was sitting in the parking lot of the hospital farthest away from the cameras and admirers. He was listening to the report on the car radio as he watched the hundreds of people with candles singing Glaring Dream. He wore a cool, expressionless face. But not for the reason you think.

He looked like a mummified version of himself; he was pale, his skin was almost translucent. His cheeks were sallow and you could almost count the bones underneath his skin. The doctor's said he had lost a lot of blood; he'd also lost some weight because of the extensive surgery. His eyes were so dark, he looked like a raccoon.

Eiri thought he looked like he had died in that accident.

"Goddamn it." He left the room, but then reentered. He stood at the edge of Shuichi's bed, placing his hands on the baseboard. There were no sounds, save the beeps from the heart monitor and drips from the IV.

"Hey."

There was no movement from Shuichi. Eiri walked away from the bed to the window. He lit a cigarette, even though he knew he wasn't allowed to. "You know you've got the whole country crying over you. Half the world too." He smiled at that, a broken one.

Eiri paced around the room, taking drags of his cigarette. "They're out there singing that terrible song you wrote." He stopped, maybe because he realized he was talking to himself. Somehow, maybe it was in his mind, the beeping from the monitors was slowing down.

"What the fuck am I doing here?" He threw his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. He turned toward the window, hands behind his head. "I'm sick of your shit!" he shouted.

Eiri turned around and looked at Shuichi for the first time. In a shaky voice, he said, "That's not true. I'm not sick of you. Sometimes I'd like to wring your neck, but I could never do it."

He sat next to Shuichi's bed with a pink rabbit with a red bow on it, and Eiri held his hand. It was dry. "The last time we talk- fought, you said that you needed me. That's not true. You don't need me, because- I need you, more than you'll ever need me. You make me so much better than I ever thought I ever could be. For too long I was in this, I don't know, this void. I built this wall, and every year it just bigger and stronger and harder to tear down.

"Then, you just fell out of the sky and came into my world of bitterness and anger with gullibility and innocence and just turned it all upside down and introduced so much chaos into everything. It was just this complete shock of madness. Almost too much, but, if you leave my world, it will always be closed off. And I'm always going be angry and closed off from everything and going to end up hating it all. And I'll be fucked if I go back to that."

The beeps echoed in his head and mocked him, then the rhythm changed. Shuichi's finger moved. Eiri jumped up as if he'd been tasered.

"HELP!" He shouted as he opened the door. "SOMEBODY HELP!"

An army of nurses and a doctor came running into the room, one of them pulled Eiri away from Shuichi, he fought her but then stopped, he'd just get in the way of them.

The beeps weren't in rhythm anymore, they were erratic, so were the doctors. "What's going on?" Eiri shouted frantically.

"Sir, you're going to have to come with us," two nurses said as they ushered him out of the room.

"No, I can't-" he said in a high voice.

"Sir please," the nurse said in a calm voice.

Eiri broke down crying as the two nurses led him out of Shuichi's room while a dozen people shouted over his body.

"Paddles!" he heard one woman shout.

"Clear!"

Eiri's knees gave out and he fell to the ground, crying. There was a hoard of paparazzi by the nurse's station, but they were being held back by security guards. But that didn't stop them from shouting at him.

"Eiri Yuki! What's going on?"

"Mr. Yuki, how do you feel about what's going on?"

"Do you think Mr. Shindou will make it?"

Click! A gun was being cocked. "Everybody out!" a voice thundered throughout the floor. "Don't make me use this! Now GET OUT!"

Out they ran.

K put his gun back in his holster. He shook his head. "Vultures, every last one of them."

He turned to Yuki, then looked away. "I've yet to see a problem in this world that can't be solved with a gun."

Eiri, without moving, said very angry voice, "This isn't one of them."

K didn't say anything.

There was the sound of a door opening, the door to Shuichi's room. Eiri looked up, a doctor stood there with a bleak face. He covered his mouth with his hand. K ran over to him and helped the writer to his feet, giving him some dignity. Eiri took in a breath and prepared for the worst. . .

AN- Thanks for your awesome reviews and amazing support guys! If I could, I would reach through the computer and give you all a really big hug! Let's all do that together now. Come on, virtual group hug on three. One . . . Two . . . Three! There, all done, you can get back to your knitting now. Oh, before I beg and pander for reviews, I do want to say that I do take requests (as odd as that sounds). So if you have any, let me know. I wrote this story for my sister. Love Ya Pey. Thanks for finally reading a story of mine. (The only way I could get her to read any of mine was to write about something she likes so . . . TTFN. (It's not really goodbye ;)