See...told you the depression wasn't over yet :P

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Disappointment.

That was the first thing I felt when my eyes opened. Disappointed that the glass hadn't been enough to end my life. The second thing I became aware of was the dull throbbing in my stomach. The third was realizing I wasn't anywhere I was familiar with. I wasn't laying on the ground where I had stabbed myself, and I wasn't in my room. I was in a sitting up position on a soft, comfy bed. I was propped up by some pillows, and a constant beeping rhythm filled the room. The walls were a baby blue, and the floor was white tile with small flecks of color, and the ceiling plain white. The beeping noise was coming from my left, and I looked over to see a heart monitor, a heart line going across the screen. A cord connected to the bottom of the machine and lead over to me. It ended over the left side of my chest. In the same arm on that side was a needle inserted into my vien in the crook of my elbow. There was also an air mask over my face, connected to the machine next to the heart monitor. I was in a hospital, most likely. 'Bon must've called an ambulance...goddammit.'

My attention went to the door to my right as I heard it creak open. Yukio's tall figure entered the room. Our eye's met for a single moment before I looked away, trying to ignore how tired he looked.

"Rin...you're awake." His voice was full of relief.

"Unfortunately." I muttered under my breath and slumped down further into the pillows. His footsteps resounded through the room before the stopped as he pulled a chair over next to the bed and sat down. I kept my gaze away from his, wishing he'd just get up and leave me alone. I was in no mood for his damn lectures, his anger and hate. I was past my limit. I just wanted to be over. I just can't.

"...Did you really try to kill yourself?" He asked quietly.

I sighed at his question and reached up to pull the mask off my face so I could talk, though on second thought I should've just kept it on as an excuse to not have to talk to him. Oh well. I replied to his question anyway, "I stabbed myself with a piece of glass. If you want to consider it a suicide attempt, then go ahead." I shrugged.

"You stabbed a very sharp object into a vital organ, Rin! How could that not-"

"I get it, okay! I'm stupid and selfish and annoying and you can't stand me. You're probably just upset because it was just a suicide attempt and that I didn't actually die." I snapped.

"That's not true!" He protested, grabbing my arm. A growl rose in my throat and I pulled it away from him.

"Oh, bullshit!" I hissed. "You've said it enough times!" I glared at the far wall, still refusing to look at him. My fingers clutched the blanket over me tightly, and yet again I craved to have my knife in hand.

"Rin…" His voice was soft, "Please look at me…" I kept my gaze away. His hand reached out to lay ontop of mine and I quickly moved it away. He easily responded to my movement and grabbed it firmly. I began to tense up. "Rin. Please." After a moment I finally gave in and looked at him, determined to keep an angry look on my face. It quickly disappeared however when I saw his face. His eyes were red, and the rims around them were puffy from what had to be crying. There were dark bags under them as well. His hair was mess, messier than he usually ever let it get and he just looked so...tired. His eyes were swirling with guilt, regret, anger...he looked like he was on the verge of starting to cry again. "Rin...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…" Thats when he did begin to cry.

"Hey… c'mon now… don't cry…" I reached my freehand over to wipe them off his cheeks. No matter what he said to me, and no matter how stupid he made me feel sometimes, I hated seeing him upset. I really didn't like to see him cry. I would start to get protective and wanted to destroy whatever made him upset. Which, I realized, at this point was me.

Yukio moved my hand away from his face, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked at him questioningly. "All you've ever done is protect and support me, you never got jealous when I was better at something than you…I even promised father I'd protect you, but all I've done is hurt you." He took his glasses off, wiping his eyes as the tears, but they didn't stop. "I saw you cutting yourself and didn't do anything about it, for Christ's sake! I want to be a doctor, I know what that leads to, and yet I didn't…" He stared at the ground. "I've been terrible as a brother...I'm sorry Rin…."

I looked at the sheets, but couldn't hold back the question burning in my throat, "And it took me almost dying for you to realize that?"

Yukio looked at me in surprise and a little bit of hurt. I felt a prick of guilt but didn't take back my words. "Rin, I…."

"I don't want to hear it." I closed my eyes, "You'll just be all nice to me, but the second I get better you'll go back to how you were before. You and Suguro both."

Yukio gave a sigh and didn't say anything else. Instead he leaned over and pulled me into a hug. My eyes widened in surprise and I felt my body begin to tense up. "If that's what you want to think then fine. I'll just have to convince that stubborn mind of yours." He pulled away and stood up. "I just want to let you know you're required to take therapy sessions twice a week now."

"What?!" I exclaimed. "Why?!"

"You attempted suicide Rin. You should be glad your not being sent to rehab or a mental hospital." He said.

"I don't want to be dealing with any of the shit at all!" I hissed. "I wasn't planning on waking back up you know!"

"Well you did and now you have to deal with the consequences."

I glared at him darkly.

"Don't look at me like that." He frowned. "I was the one that talked them into just therapy."

"Whatever…how long do I have to take them?" I asked, picking at the IV needle.

"Don't touch that!: Yukio ordered and I growled, but moved my hand away. He ran his hand through his hair, "And until the therapist decides your mentally healthy." After I didn't say anything he pointed at the mask, "If you're not talking with someone you should keep that on until the doctors say you can take it off."

"I don't need it I can breathe just fine!" I argued.

"Rin. Just do it." He pinched his nose, "Please."

I narrowed my eyes with a growl and just put it back on so he would shut up and leave me alone. He looked at me for a moment before turning and walking towards the door. Before he left he looked over his shoulder at me. "Please give me a chance Rin...I really do care." He sighed and walked out, "See you later, Rin."

I closed my eyes tiredly, fuming with frustration. Great. Now I was stuck talking to some random person for who knows how long. Whoever this person is is probably going to expect me to pour my heart out to them, which wasn't happening. I sighed and decided I didn't want to think about it. I looked back over at the door, thinking about what Yukio had said. It took me almost dying for him to realized he didn't actually hate me, why should I give him a second chance? Why should I just forgive and forget right off the bat, and act like he hadn't been something that pushed me to almost kill myself? He was just afraid of disappointing dad...that was all. Nothing else. I sunk down into the pillows and closed my eyes. Maybe I could fall asleep and escape this world for a little bit. That hope was thrown out the window as I heard the door open again and inwardly groaned. I opened my eyes slightly and looked over to see who it was. Relief hit me, it wasn't Yukio again or Bon. A nurse wearing a blue polo and blue pants walked in, holding a clipboard. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a braid, curling down and over her shoulder. She looked to be in her twenties, maybe. Her hazel eyes looked up to meet mine and she gave a small smile. "You're finally awake. The doctor was starting to worry." She walked over and set her clipboard down on the table top. She sat down on the side of the bed. "I have to check up on a few things, so just let me have a look at your stomach."

I shrugged and looked over at the wall. She seemed to hesitate a moment before moving the blanket to the side and adjusting the hospital gown I realized at the moment I was wearing. I looked at her, expecting to see surprise on her face since it was probably healed by now. There wasn't one. She moved her hand pushed down gently on my stomach. I gasped and flinched in pain and she quickly moved her hand away.

"The hell?!" I breathed out and sat up. The sudden movement caused searing pain to shoot up my spine and I fell back on the pillows with a small whimper.

"Be careful!" The nurse said a bit sharply, but worry edged her tone. "You're not fully healed yet. Moving too fast or abruptly can cause your wound to reopen." The confusion must've been clear on my face, because she said next, "You're not fully healed yet because your injury exceeds to a vital organ." She moved the gown to cover the wound again. She then pulled the blanket back up to my chest. "If you were human, you could possibly still be under critical condition. Because of your enhanced healing you should be fully healed at the end of the week."

Oh.

"Oh, and you don't need this on anymore." She reached over and took the breathing mask off my face, hanging it on the machine it was connected to. She wheeled the machine to the corner before taking a seat next to my bed. She picked up the clipboard and turned her attention to me. "I just need you to answer a few questions for me."

"Okay…" I said.

"Can you tell me how much it hurts, if it does at all?"

"LIke...on a scale from one to ten?" I asked.

"Sure." she nodded.

"Uh...well, when I woke up it was like a two, and after I moved it was like a five and now I'd say it's a two again." I answered.

"Okay." She proceeded to write it down. "That's a good sign. Can you describe the pain for me?"

"No offense, but why does this matter?" I asked her.

"So that we know if everything's going as it should and if theres any complications we need to take care of."

"Oh. Well. It's just throbbing alittle." I shrugged.

She wrote it down. "Alright, that's it. Just to let you know, once your feeling better the police may come in to question you." She stood up.

"What? Why?" I asked.

"To find out what happened. If you were attacked or well...if you did it to yourself."

"Oh." I said quietly. "But I thought they already knew."

"They had a witness, your friend I assume? Anyways, they questioned him and he told them you had done it to yourself. He's also a suspect though, so they want to confirm it from you."

"Well, get some rest." She walked towards the door. "Me or another nurse will be back later to clean your wound and replace the bandages." She gave a small smile and walked out. I sighed and turned onto my side away from the door, being slow and careful to not aggravate my stomach. I pulled the surprisingly comfy blanket up over my shoulders and stayed still after that. At least now I had an excuse not to do anything. Hopefully I'll fall asleep before anymore unwanted visitors made an appearance.

Hopefully I wouldn't have any nightmares either.

The room stayed quiet besides the constant beeping of the heart monitor. I let my eyes slide close, relishing in the peaceful quiet that was usually disrupted by my unpleasant train of thoughts. In this quiet, all by myself and nothing to distract me, my mind would usually being doing its best to torture me and make me feel things I didn't want to feel, which would result in the usual cutting. I was surprised by my thought's unusual quiet, wondering for a moment why I felt so calm. I hadn't felt this calm since...since...since before I could remember. Oh well, I was too tired to figure out why. I didn't care either. For once I was getting a break from myself, and I was gonna cherish it. I let out a small sigh as the room began to grow dark as the sunlight disappeared from the window. After what seemed like ages sleep finally began to pull me under, into what I hoped would be a dreamless night.