(AN: Okay so I got review recently about how in the first chapter, in the grade 5 textbook quote, I mentioned that since there were no girls in the world anymore, there were no female chromosomes to be passed down. I know that this is biologically incorrect as the female chromosome is XX and the male is XY. However I could not think of anything else at the time and I still have not thought of anything else that would make sense so for now I'm leaving it. When I think of something that will still fit in the story, I will change it. But for now, lets just pretend. Also, all the mental things happening to Roxas right now are based off of my experiences alone. Everyone is different, though. Now, onto the angst and drama!)

Waking up was never an easy thing for me. The brightness of the sun coming through my window, Sora's or Mom's voice yelling at me to sit up, and, recently, the sting of bile rising in the throat. But none of it will compete with waking up in white, unfamiliar room, completely alone.

There was a steady beeping to right, and a faster one to my left. The inside of my elbow ached, my neck felt stiff, overall I felt like I just ran a marathon. My eyes blinked and I tried bringing my hands up to cover my eyes but found I couldn't move them. Looking down at my arms, I saw a soft padded cuff around each of my wrists, a leather strip attaching them the sides of my bed. No. Not my bed. This was definitely not my bed. It was too springing and my bed at home didn't have plastic rails, or solid white sheets. In my confusion I didnt notice that someone else had joined me in the room.

"Good morning, Mr. Strife."

The suddenness of the voice caused my head to jerk up and a large ache ran down the back of my neck.

"Whoa now, take it easy," the person in front of me said. "You were in a pretty bad accident. Do you remember what happened?" The man walked around my bed as he spoke and sat on the edge. "I'm Dr. Fair, by the way."

I nodded my head slowly. "I remember. I grabbed the wheel and..." I could feel tears welling up. "And I caused the car to crash into a tree."

Dr. Fair looked at me sympathetically and sighed. "Mr. Strife, there a few more things you should know that your parents have already been made aware of. First off, the baby is fine as far as we can see through the ultrasound but only time will tell if there was permanent damage."

I lowered my head, unable to keep in a few sobbing hiccups.

"Secondly," the doctor started, standing up and heading across the room. He picked up a fairly large folder, pulling out a few equally large pictures of film. He placed one piece onto the xray screen before turning it on. "This is the MRI scan of a boy that is your same age, in here for a check up after a recent concussion," he then placed the second piece up. "This is your MRI scan from yesterday morning, after the crash."

The two were noticeably different and it made my heart sink. On the film that Dr. Fair pointed out was mine, there was a pair of symmetrical, black, kidney bean shapes in the middle of my brain. The other picture didn't have these spots. I tried to speak up, ask why they were so different, but my throat was raw and itchy.

The doctor starting speaking again. "Your MRI scan combined with how the accident happened is why you are currently restrained."

I looked back down at my hands, remembering the cuffs, and tugged experimentally.

"Mr. Strife," his tone was low, like he was talking to a child. "Roxas, after everything that has happened, we have diagnosed you with Schizophrenia."

It felt as if my heart had stopped. There was so much I wanted to say, to ask. I wanted my mom, dad, Sora.

Sora.

I took a deep breath, opening my mouth. "S...So...ra," I got out, the words scratching at my throat.

"Your brother was in a lot of trouble earlier," he was speaking slowly again. I hated when doctors did that. It always meant something bad. "Sora's head was cracked open," he took a finger and traced it down his scalp where I assumed Sora had been hurt. "But he went into surgery, got patched up, and is in recovery right now with no complications. He also broke one of his arms and some pretty deep cuts but is expected to make full recovery in no time," Dr. fair came over and pushed a hand through my hair. "He's very strong."

I gave him a slow nod, wanting to agree verbally. He continued to explain how a couple of ribs had been broken, one piercing a lung, and that I had to have a tube down my throat, causing the soreness. The doctor told me I was in surgery for quite a while and would have to stay on an oxygen tank for a good amount of time after I was released.

"I know its still early in the pregnancy, but I want you to stay on bed rest for the reminder of it. From what I understand, your OB is also your father. I've talked to him and we decided to bring your remaining ultrasound appointments closer together so we can continue to monitor the baby."

I laid in the bed, silent, trying to absorb everything being told to me. It all felt so surreal. I can even remember what happened, its all so fuzzy.

"Have you felt him kick since you've been awake?" Dr. Fair's voice pulled me out of my own thoughts and I shook my head sadly.

"Will...h-he?" I managed to get out. I sounded awful. Like someone whose been chain smoking for the past forty years.

Dr. Fair smiled. "Of course. Like I said, as far as we can tell, he's perfectly fine."

The corners of my lips pulled up at the reassurance. I felt the tubes connected to my nose rise across my cheek bones. Looking down, I pulled a bit at the restraints on my wrists, sending the Doctor a pleading look.

He seemed to catch on and gave a small chuckle, reaching over to undo the cushioned cuffs. "I'm sorry about that. These were just a precaution."

Once I was free, I stretched my arms above my head, only to quickly pull them down as a shocking of pain radiated up my left side.

"Careful, now," Dr. Fair warned as he was about to walk out. "You did break some ribs, after all. I'm going to go let your family know your awake."

(Break)

I hated the hospital. Officially. The food sucked, the people were too nice, and it smelled far to clean. Not the good kind of clean, either. The kind that burned your nose and caused your eyes to water after a while.

At the moment, I was sitting up right in my springy hospital bed. Sora was in a wheelchair next to said bed showing me some funny video on his phone, laughing loudly through the entire thing.

There had been a huge sappy moment between us when we saw each other for the first time since the crash. We both looked awful at the time, too. Well, we still look awful, all beat up and bedridden, but not nearly as bad as a week ago. There had been a lot of tears, and apologies on my end. Sora was constantly reassuring me it wasn't my fault, that it was out of my control. That only made me cry harder.

In the week that I had been here, I started daily sessions with a therapist. We talked mainly about the Schizophrenia but not exclusively. Apparently, pregnancy induced mental illness is not unheard of. The doctors were unsure if it would fade away after the birth or if I would have to have to live with it for the rest of my life. Only time would tell.

A soft knock at the door silenced Sora and we both looked up to see my nurse in the doorway. "You have another visitor, Mr. Strife," he said.

A mop of red hair peered from behind the boy and I sent a look to Sora who immediately got the the nurse to wheel him out.

Axel walked up to me slowly after shutting the door before sitting on the side of my bed. He let out a small, almost soundless, sigh and lifted a hand to run through my hair. I closed my eyes at the feeling, unaware how much I missed him.

"You're ruining me," I unintentionally said aloud.

The redhead gave me a confused look, hand pausing to scratch at my scalp. "How so?"

I took as deep a breath as I could with a punctured lung. "You take up my thoughts a lot more lately, and I never seem to want you to leave," I confessed. "I've missed being your best friend."

Axel chuckled, sliding the hand out and my hair and into his lap. "Roxy, you never left my thoughts. From the moment we met, you were always the first person I thought about. Fuck, when I heard about the wreck, my heart nearly stopped. But, a couples years ago, when my brother was in the motorcycle accident, it barely skipped a beat. And he was way worse off than you," he finished with a bit of humor his voice. "I don't know if that means I don't love my brother, or I just..."

"Just what, Axe?" I urged him to finish.

I watched as he ran both his hands through spiky red strands. "Or if it I just really love you."

This time it felt as if my heart would stop. "I have a question for you, Axel." he looked up at me, his face tinged with pink from the confession. "Were you actually drunk the night I got pregnant?"

There was a long wait before he finally answer and the word was drawn out. "No."