It's You or them - 8

The teen fled the apartment like a cheater and only o though filled his desperate mind. Usagi. In Misaki's head this was all his fault, If he had never left, his beloved would never had been admitted to the hospital. If only he changed his mind and come to find him, that all Misaki wanted. If only this whole thing had never happened.

If only they had never met

Misaki shock his head violently as he waited for the traffic lights to change.

"No…"

Tears started rolling down from big emerald orbs. He mustn't think like that. He had to think positively, But the overwhelming thought took over his attempts. What if he's already dead when he get there? What if he  doesn't make it?

Fountains began raining down from his eyes now as the eager lights change from red to green and the little man urged him to cross. The teens legs moved faster than before now. He decided to stop all his thoughts and just concentrate on getting to his lovers side.

As he reached the gleaming halls, disinfectant filled his nostrils. Without thinking he approached the reception desk and nervously stuttered.

"Urm… w-where can I find U-Usami Akihiko? I-I'm his….Little brother."

The receptionist just looked at misaki in disbelief and the continued to look through the system for the data on where the presaged author was at the moment. With just a few clicks she found it and with the same bored expression she looked up and responded to the teen in front of her.
"He's in the ICU. Room 5. Don't run in the hospital, Child."

Ignoring the last sentence the receptionist had snarled at him, misaki shot off into the halls following the signs. ICU. That meant Intensive care unit. Its where all the people go when there very Ill and close to… Misaki train of thought stopped him there and tears started to run down his face. The teen blocked his mind out and continued to run towards his lovers room.

As Misaki burst through the doors he saw the very sight he didn't want to see. His belove'ed's hair was matted to his head and wrapped around his head was a thick banage that had dabs of blood on it. His mouth was being obscured by a rubber mouth piece attached t a tube that lead down his throat.  Looking further down he saw the authors hads where also bandaged. The left had blood on it but right didn't, although trailing into his right arm was along tube connected to drip.

The teens face went as white as pure snow, As no words followed the silence as Misaki proceeded to walk into the room and take the seat that sat next to the bed. Not even the tears that trickled down the teens face would break the silence. Slowly the tear ridden boy stretched out his hand and touched the bandages that wrapped around the authors hand.

"Usagi...I'm sorry... I should have just done as you had said, and lost.... them."

Misaki then did something he never thought he would do. He got up and climbed onto Usagi's hospital bed, crawling carefully so not to hurt him and snuggled under his arm. It had been so long since he had felt the warmth of his lovers arm and feeling now hurt him so much. Before he knew it his tears had stopped falling and his heart felt lifted. Misaki felt so calm and safe for the first time in three days he couldn't help falling into a deep sleep in the comfort of Usagi broad strong arms.

Eventually the two were disturbed by a very worried doctor, who awoke the teen from his peaceful slumber. Misaki eyes twitched and pulled them self's open at the sound of this familiar voice. Suddenly a tomato red blush spread over his face as he carefully got up avoiding hurting his beloved.

"Nowaki?"

"Misaki, visiting times are over. I know you don't want too but... You have to go home."

"NO! I'M NOT LEAVING HIM!... I can't leave him. I can't."

That moment the teen's eyes leaked streams of water again and this time he couldn't stop. Nowaki approached the child and took him in a tight embrace, holding him with his hand in his hair, calming the distressed teen.

Only after fifteen minutes did Nowaki manage to calm the child and convince him to go home with him, since his shift had just finished (which is how long the teen had slept for.) the journey home was a long silent one as Misaki walked quietly in front of Nowaki thinking of what he had just seen.

It was entirely his fault. Firstly because he left him hurt alone in his condo and then to make it worse when Usagi needed him most he left him. Again. The teen had cried so much in the last day his had no more tears left to cry. His eyes were as empty has his heart felt. All he did was cause problems for everyone around him. He imposed himself on the demon kamijou and his lover. He made his brother lose out on a education because of him. Even his parents. He had made the rush home and...It was just his fault.
If only if he had never existed.

Suddenly he stopped like a deer in headlights at the sound of screeching breaks and beeping horns.

Misaki screamed.

The breaks screamed.

And the last thing he felt was a warm feeling on his back as everything went black.