Who would have guessed that the person who was admitted to the hospital as Nitori's new roommate would be someone that Makoto had met on that train a year ago. It was as if coming to this place was fate.

"That's where you're from! You were the one sitting next to Haru!" Matsuoka exclaimed, slowly starting not to look so happy.

"Haru? You mean Haruka?" Makoto was unfamiliar with the nickname. Was that something from their past lives that he didn't know about? A very not-so-friendly reminder that Makoto did not recover any memories of him and Haruka together. It would be very likely that Matsuoka was the one who Haruka was within the past, which would explain where the nickname came from… Unless they had gotten to know each other in the year that Haruka and Makoto were apart. Not that that was a problem anymore.

"Yes, Haruka." Matsuoka's expression changed again to one more somber.

There was a sound of another door opening behind them. Makoto spun around and saw Haruka just leaving their room. "Speak of the devil and so he shall appear." Makoto said as Haruka approached them.

"You're out." Haruka stated, referring to Makoto.

Makoto's smile dropped at the memory. "Yeah… Just finished talking to Mrs. Amakata, too."

"What'd she have to say this time?"

"Apparently I have PTSD and am pretending you're you when you're not as some form of coping method or something like that."

Haruka blinked a few times. "Wait, what?"

"Basically she is changing my medication."

Haruka smiled knowingly, "Not that it really matters with you."

"Actually, I may take this…" he could see Nitori perk up a little at that.

His expression returned to normal. "Why? What if it makes you go insane? Well, more insane."

"I'm not crazy."

"What if it makes you start floating or makes you think that you're surrounded by psychotic clowns trying to steal the clothes off your back or that you're actually a whale out of water and can't breathe or you start speaking in tongues or you eyes pop out of your head or-"

"I'm sure none of that will happen." Makoto interrupted Haruka's incomprehensible babbling. "But… After that experience last night…" He suddenly felt nervous to talk about this and took half a step back and hung his head, tightly clutching , "Well… I can't exactly say that I don't need help anymore…"

"Did so-something happen?" Nitori piped in.

Makoto wasn't entirely sure how to answer that. He didn't want to tell them exactly what happened, but at the same time, he didn't want to lie to them. "Yeah, something…" He said quietly, "But I think I'll be fine."

They were all silent until Matsuoka spoke up, "Hey, Nitori-kun, can I ask you something?"

"Wh-what is it?"

"Over here for a second." Matsuoka took Nitori by the shoulder and lead him away so that Makoto and Haruka couldn't hear what they were talking about. It made Makoto a little nervous, so he watched them the entire time, trying to read their lips so he could figure it out, but they had turned their backs towards them so it was impossible.

After Nitori said something back to Matsuoka, the redhead seemed to instantly become furious as he glared over at Makoto and clearly said the words 'are you serious'. He started to move back towards Makoto and Haruka, but Nitori stepped in front of him, putting his hands on Matsuoka's chest to hold him back.

Just what did he even ask? And what did Nitori say to make him so angry like that? Either way, Makoto did not want to find out. At least not when he was so clearly angry like that. he didn't want to risk getting put back in that hell room again because he was involved in another fight… Not that the first one was a legitimate fight in the first place, considering how one sided it was…

"Hey, let's go." Makoto said to Haruka, turning to head towards their room. Haruka was obviously confused, but did not question it and followed.

"Don't you run from me you asshole!"

Makoto looked back just as Matsuoka pushed Nitori out of his way and charged towards them. Panicked, Makoto tried to hurry and get in and close the door, but Matsuoka was already there, shoving his way in. He got even more worried, scared even, when Matsuoka closed the door and pulled a chair underneath the handle.

"Listen, I don't want get involved in anything like this with you." Makoto said, taking a few steps back.

"You don't get a say." Matsuoka practically growled as he continued to step closer to Makoto. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! How dare you do this to him?!"

Makoto looked down at him as Matsuoka got right in his face, shouting and shoving his finger into Makoto's chest. "What are you talking about?" Makoto asked in a quiet voice, hoping that maybe that would make Matsuoka calm down, or at least back off of him.

But it did no such thing. In fact, it only made Matsuoka even more angry at him. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" He shouted even louder, almost completely masking the sound of someone trying to get the door open.

"You need to calm down." Haruka tried to get between them, but only succeeded in getting pushed to the floor.

"You dickless piece of horse shit, how dare you just replace him like this?! How dare you do something like that! He's fucking dead and you just replace him?!"

Haruka was up again and trying to pry Matsuoka's hands away from Makoto, but he wasn't strong enough. "You're going to get sedated." Haruka warned him.

Matsuoka's eyes were crazed, almost murderous, even. "I ought to wring your neck, you ungrateful bastard!" As he said this, his hands trailed up and around Makoto's neck. "You should be happy you even got that amount of time with him! I didn't get anything! Nothing! I spoke to him one time! And here you are, pretending like someone else is him when he is dead!"

"No!" Makoto finally tried to shout back, clawing at his hands for air, "Don't say that! He's not dead!"

"Yes, he is!" Matsuoka grit his teeth together.

By this time Haruka was up and had pulled the chair out from the way of the door to let in the nurses who had apparently been trying to get it open. Suddenly this all seemed rather familiar to Makoto, only his position was switched. At that moment, yes, he was afraid of Matsuoka, he was having a hard time breathing and he was saying things that certainly were not helping his mental state, but at the same time, he wasn't exactly mad at Matsuoka, either. He understood that the reason he was doing this was because he also loved Haruka. Maybe in his mind Haruka was actually dead so that he didn't have to think about Haruka being with someone else other than him.

And so as the nurses pulled the two apart, Makoto being able to breathe again and Matsuoka fighting against the nurses as they injected him with the same stuff that they had injected Makoto with just a day or so ago, Makoto forgave him. After all, this experience had shown Makoto how Nitori had felt for the most part when he had done the same. Then once the nurses had left, in walked a timid little Nitori, who was clearly worked up over the whole situation, which was understandable considering even Haruka seemed worked up.

"A-a-are you o-okay?" Nitori asked, looking up at Makoto.

"I… think I'm okay." Makoto huffed.

"He didn't hu-hurt you, d-did he?" Apparently Nitori didn't see that Matsuoka was literally strangling him.

"No. He didn't." Haruka gave him a knowing look, but chose not to say anything. Probably for Nitori's sake. It certainly wouldn't do him any good to know that his roommate had the potential to be violent like that. Although it usually would be best for him to know so that he could do something about it, Makoto didn't think that Matsuoka would have done that if he weren't provoked. In other circumstances he was sure Matsuoka would be fine. In fact, he was pretty sure that Matsuoka would be even better when around Nitori, assuming that he understood the type of person Nitori is.

"That's good." Nitori sighed, visibly becoming less tense, "I was s-so worried that he would h-hu-hurt you."

"Nope." Makoto smiled reassuringly, "I'm alright. Not a scratch on me."

"I'm so g-gl-glad."

"Hey!" a nurse exclaimed as she peeked her head in the door, "It's lunch time, let's go."

"Wonderful." Haruka groaned as the three obediently followed the nurse to the cafeteria.

"I-I-I can talk to Ma-Matsuoka-senpai." Nitori piped up over the extra quiet (even in comparison to usual) lunch.

"About what?" Makoto asked, taking a drink of his milk as he watched Haruka poke abently-mindedly at his jello and smile at the way it wiggled

Nitori shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "A-about ea-earlier… You know…"

"Oh. You don't have to if you don't want to." Makoto started eating again.

"Ye-yeah, but I f-f-feel like it's m-my fault! I-I mean, he wouldn't have d-d-done that if I ha-hadn't said anything!"

"It's okay. Besides, he might have gotten angry at you if you didn't answer him."

"Matsuoka-senpai wouldn't do that!" Ooops. It seemed like there was something that could anger Nitori.

"Sorry. I don't exactly know him, so I wouldn't know."

Nitori looked down at his food and said in his usual tone, "Matsuoka-senpai is a g-good person. I kn-know he is."

"Oh? But didn't you just meet him?" Makoto asked, even though he pretty much knew the reason why, he just wanted Nitori to say it himself, just to be sure.

"U-uhm… Well, we… were t-t-together before. I-In the pa-st."

"Do you mean you recovered your memories?"

Nitori frowned, "S-sort of… N-not m-many, though…"

Right, of course. As it seemed, Matsuoka had been with mainly Haruka in the past, so of course Nitori wouldn't have many memories, if any at all. Like Makoto. He didn't recover any memories of Haruka. He felt unbelievably bad for Nitori, but at least he had better luck in the past than Makoto did.

"Wha-what about you t-two?" Nitori turned the tables, "D-d-did you just re-member everything?"

Makoto frowned, "No. We didn't, because-"

"I did." Haruka suddenly cut in.

Makoto froze. But that wouldn't make sense. How would Haruka remember anything that he didn't? That's not how this was supposed to work unless… Unless in a case like Nitori's. But this was not a case like that. No, they were just like any other, they had to be!

But Makoto thought back to what Matsuoka was saying. About Haruka really being dead…

No no no, it was definitely just how he is coping with it, that has to be it. How could Haruka be dead when he was sitting right there, breathing and everything. Sure, he didn't exactly look as lively as he did before, but he was definitely alive! Unless everyone was crazy and they were all just imagining him. Maybe that was it. It certainly made more sense than him being dead at least.

But then that wouldn't explain why Haruka was saying that he remembered anything. The more Makoto thought about it, the worse he started to feel. So he decided not to think about it.

Later that night, a little after they had been sent to their rooms for the evening, Makoto noticed that something seemed a little off with Haruka… Well, as in more off than usual. He kept giving Makoto these worried looks, but he didn't say anything about what was troubling him.

"Is something wrong?" Makoto finally asked once they were alone.

"No." Haruka hesitated to answer in a way that made it obvious to Makoto that it was a lie, "Why do you ask?"

"Because all day you've looked like something was worrying you and that has been worrying me…"

"Oh. Well." Haruka stood from his place on his bed and walked over to Makoto and gripped the top of Makoto's shirt, making him blush immensely. Then he unbuttoned the three buttons there and peeled them back.

"Ha-Haruka, what are you doing?" Makoto stuttered, his face getting redder and redder by the second.

"I knew it." Haruka whispered, lightly brushing his fingers over Makoto's neck and collar bones.

"Knew what?" Makoto gulped.

"You are hurt."

"What?"

Haruka glared up at him. "You have bruises forming on your neck from that guy! And yet you told Nitori that he didn't hurt you! I thought about saying something, because I saw how violent he was acting with you, but I decided not to."

"And why did you decide not to?"

"Because Nitori was there."

"Exactly."

"But you could have at least said something to me."

"I'm not seriously hurt, so I didn't think that it really mattered."

"Of course it does!" Haruka said louder and narrowing his eyes, "Of course it matters that you were hurt! He was strangling you! What if I hadn't of been there? I'm not strong, I know, he pushed me away without even trying, but what if I hadn't of let the nurses in?" Makoto fully realised how serious this was to him when tears started to form in his eyes. He wasn't sure if it was because he was angry or actually sad. "I know you wouldn't have fought back, because now you're too afraid. I can see it! He could have killed you!"

"I really doubt that he would have gone that far."

"Really? Did you not see the way he was looking at you? Because it looked like there was nothing more he wanted to do but get rid of you." Makoto wasn't sure what to say to that. Haruka bit his lip and looked down. Makoto barely even noticed before, but Haruka had gotten up on his toes as he spoke. Did he always do that or was it just for times likes this?

"Sorry." Haruka said, much quieter than before, seeming to realize how loud and angry he was acting, "I shouldn't yell at you, but… I can't help it, okay? When you go and let something like this happen, it… It really worries me and I don't know what I'd do if something terrible did happen to you."

Makoto chuckled and wrapped his arms comfortingly around Haruka's shoulders. "It's okay. I'm sorry I didn't notice how you felt sooner."

Haruka sighed and rested his head on Makoto's shoulder. "Just don't do that to me ever again. Got it?"

"Gotcha."

A/N: I wish I was better at writing action scenes. And this wasn't even that action packed either. What's even worse is that I, not being an aggressive person, spent like an hour trying to think of an insult for Rin to call Makoto, just to come up with that... But that's what practicing is for, I guess.

The next chapter should be about twice as long as the usual, so you can look forward to that.