I'm going to say this now while I still have a chance to(sort of)redeem myself. I'M SOOO SORRY EVERYONE! Just FYI I honestly think that someone is going to come to kill me in my sleep after this chapter. Not only is this chapter going to end up in a cliff hanger, like all my other chapter's but it is going to end in a very . . . Awkward situation. So please don't kill me guys and I don't have school until April 8th so I'm going to do me some a serious damage! He-He!


It's been about two weeks and Akihito only seems to be getting worse. Asami was getting really worried and really had no idea what to do. His fever was gone after a few days in bed, but everyday for about four days around six in the morning Akihito would wake up and head straight to the bathroom and puke what ever they'd had for dinner the night before.

All Asami could do was hold Akihito's shaking shoulders and brush his hair out of his eyes and back from his sweaty forehead. Akihito hated every time he had to puke. His throat would hurt afterwords and he'd feel dizzy once he was done. Asami usually had to carry him back to bed and rock him back and forth until he fell back to sleep.

Asami just about had enough and called his doctor. Asami ended up having to take Akihito to the hospital to get him properly checked out. They toke blood and some soft tissue from his arm, but Akihito didn't complain. He was still concentrating on breathing with out puking again.

They poked and probed him for at least two hours until they finally left him alone on the bed leaning against Asami's shoulder.

"What do you thinks wrong?" Asami looked down at Akihito who looked incredibly pale and his cheeks were slightly sunken in from lack of nutrition. He wrapped his arm around Akihito's shoulder.

"I don't know. The doctor said that it shouldn't have lasted more than maybe a week because you weren't completely hooked on the drugs yet." Akihito nodded and went back to concentrating on his breathing before it got away from him. The doctor walked in and beckoned for Asami to follow him out.

"Well? What's wrong with him? His nerves aren't shot are they?" Panic that Asami didn't even know was there was starting to bubble slightly in his chest.

"No, Asami-sama, his nerves are completely fine. He can still feel everything." Asami let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"Then what is the problem?" Asami looked at him expectantly for an explanation to why his boy was sicker than a dog that ate chocolate.*

The doctor looked Asami in slight reluctance and fear. "Well, that's just it. We don't . . . exactly . . . know." The doctor cringed back slightly ready for what was to come next.

"What do you mean 'you don't know'? There is something wrong and you are telling me that you can't even figure it out?!" Asami was the exact opposite then the doctor thought he was going to be. Asami was some-what little calm and not screaming at him, but was slightly panicked.

"Don't worry, we checked to see if he had any serious illness such as Tuberculosis, Diabetes, Cancer's, or any sexually transmitted diseases but he came up negative for everything. He's just . . . sick." Asami relaxed, relieved that what ever it was it couldn't be too serious.

"Ok, well is he showing any kind of particular symptoms for an illness like the flu or something like that?" He wanted to help Akihito as much as possible but he needed to see if there is something in particular that he needed to look for.

"No, nothing like that, but now that I think about it . . . I've got an idea. I'll be right back just keep him calm and tell him that it's nothing serious." Before Asami could ask what he was up to the doctor bee-lined it down the hall way as fast as he could. Asami, slightly shaken from the way the doctor ran, went back inside to a very nervous and slightly shaking Akihito.

Asami went over to the chair he had laid his jacket and draped it over Akihito, snapping him out of his own thoughts.

"Oh, thanks. I didn't even notice that I was cold." Asami sat next to him with a slightly amused smile.

"Of course you wouldn't have. You were in your own world." Asami pulled him close and Akihito resumed resting his head on Asami's shoulder. After and few seconds, Akihito couldn't take it ant more.

"How bad is it?"

"Hmm?"

"What's wrong with me?"

"They don't know yet but the worst it could be at this point is the stomach flu. Other than that you came out negative for anything serious."

"What about sex transmitted diseases?" Akihito was obviously tense.

"All of them negative." Akihito noticeably relaxed at this. Akihito didn't want to say this before but he was kind of scared about that one because he'd been raped by at least somewhere between six to sometimes ten guys a day for a week. You never know.

The doctor came in then with . . . an ultrasound? What the heck was he going to do with that thing? Ironically when the doctor turned toward Asami and Akihito, they both had their heads cocked slightly to the right. The doctor could've sworn he saw question marks above their heads.

"And that is here because . . . ?" Asami was a little bewildered when he saw the ultrasound and Akihito just didn't even know what the heck the thing was.

"It's here because I'm going to use it to look into Akihito-san's abdominal to see if I can see anything that wouldn't show up in the blood tests."

*Light-bulbs*

The rumors were true . . . they were definitely a sight to be hold. The doctor had Akihito lay down and pull up his shirt and his pants slightly down. The lube was slightly cold and the feeling didn't sit well with his stomach but he held what little he had in his stomach as best he could. He focused on breathing again and tried to ignore the way the thing felt while he toke a look.

Watching doctor Asami saw the determination on his face then his eyes widened in shock.

"What? What is it?" Akihito snapped out of it at the slightly panicked tone in his voice.

"Well, my suspicions are confirmed. By the way, Akihito-san, did any of the guys you slept with ever give you any kind of drug or even a pill?"

"Ya, now that you mention it, one guy forced a pill down my throat once, but what does this have anything to do with me being sick? And what did you suspect?"

"This may answer everything right here."

"What is it? What does Akihito have?"

"Take a look." The doctor turned the monitor towards us and neither of us were prepared for what was to come next.

*Quick note- I'd know what it's like to have your dog eat chocolate and trust me, not fun. He lived but he had to get his stomach pumped twice. Poor Luke!*