A picture of my face for Megan, since the only webcam I have at the moment is broken. -__-
Chiaki tried to smile, but found it almost impossible with the hurting in his heart. Hospitals already made him nervous enough, and seeing his boyfriend so pathetic and lifeless was killing him. “Tori, don’t speak. You need rest!” He pressed a kiss against the man’s forehead. “Just let me do the talking.” That almost made him laugh. What could they talk about besides work? That was mostly what their relationship was based off of anyway. “Well, I guess you should know,” He started, a bit nervously, “That I told the nurse that we’re married. I-I used my mother’s ring so um… Just go along with it.” He blushed nervously and looked away.
He smiled when he felt the man’s lips pressed against his forehead and the feeling left all too soon as his lover pulled away. “I don’t have a ring though so won’t they find out you’re lying..?” He asked, attempting to sit up and letting out a quiet hiss as the muscles in his back moved.
Chiaki had made it to the hospital, but by this time, the doctor’s were performing some sort of surgery and told him to go home for a while. He did as he was told, but three days later, he found himself upstairs, outside the door, arguing with a nurse. “Let me in!” He demanded, fists clenched shut. Yet, she shook her head in denial, claiming only family could see him for a few more days. Furious, Chiaki pulled a ring out of his pocket, slipped it on his finger, and showed it to her. “I’m his husband.” He explained. Still, she probably wouldn’t have believed his lie, if it weren’t for the words inside the room. His name. He heard his name. He sprinted to the door, pushed it over without the woman’s consent, and ran over to take Hatori’s had. “Tori!” He called. “I’m here!”
He jumped slightly as the door swung open, wincing a bit at the sharp pain in his back. His eyes landed on the man he’d been dreaming of for the past few days and he felt his heart flutter in his chest. He held Yoshino’s hand weakly and smiled tiredly, but lovingly, “You’re here…” He reiterated, pulling Yoshino’s hand closer and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it, “I never thought I would see you again, Yoshino..” He murmured against his hand, looking up to him from his place on the bed.
“Why are you… giving up on me…?” He asked, suddenly feeling very guilty. He swallowed his tears and mumbled “I love you”, but by then, it was too late. Hatori had fainted. How much pain was he actually in? Chiaki could never imagine it. He pressed his head against the other’s cheek, starting to cry as the police pulled up. The body was taken in an emergency vehicle, but the nurses forbided the other man to accompany his lover. Distressed, Chiaki was forced to walk, but he told himself that was okay. He’d walk a million miles any day just to see the man’s smile again.
After a while Hatori was settled. They’d removed the bullet and saw that it hadn’t left too much damaged. Thy did however have to put gauze into the wound to stop the bleeding. They would have to come in the next day to pull it out and re-pack the wound. He woke up after a few hours, looking around the dimmed room to see that it was dark outside. He felt the wires in his arms and sighed softly. He hated hospitals. Pushing the thought aside he wondered where Yoshino was and decided to say his name, hoping he was in the room, but knowing he probably wasn’t. After a moment his hoarse voice finally rang out in the silent room, “Yoshino…” He said in a voice that was weaker than he’d meant for it to be.
“How?” He asked, biting his lip at the touch of the other man. “I’m not really in the mood. I haven’t been very productive today.”
He frowned, “I wasn’t asking for sex..” He mumbled, leaning his forehead against his lover’s shoulder.