[RP] Bad Romance pt 28
(170-180) 8D
in which they are still at the hospital~
Miranda sent him a quizzical look, before glancing at Sheryl, and then back again. Deciding - with /good/ reason - that she'd rather not ask, she left the room.
Sheryl let out a sigh when the nurse stepped out of the room and the door clicked shut, "Lovey as much as I'd say 'yes'--I'm not going back on my word. You may very well need /surgery/, and as much as I hate seeing you somewhere uncomfortable, I'd rather you be that than in /pain/." He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from the boy's face, smirking inwardly when he saw the light dusting of pink across his cheeks, "Though I will say afterward--anything you want to do, we'll do, m'kay?" He trailed a finger along the boy's cheek, skipping his chest area entirely, before trailing it to the boy's knee and squeezing it--giving the boy a reassuring smile.
Lavi's blush deepened considerably, but he smiled back, nodding. And there went his heart /again/, with its out-of-control pounding in his chest - which damn /hurt/, by the way.
"That...sounds good. Okay~" he agreed, finally - /finally/ - giving in completely. He'd stay at the hospital as long as he needed to. Let the doctors do whatever they needed to. And he wouldn't complain - okay, well, maybe he /would/, a bit, but...he wouldn't put up anymore fights.
"But. Ya damn well better come'n visit me everyday that I'm stuck in this shithole. Seein' as you're the one who made me come here in the /first/ place. And...bring that brother of yours along too, once in a while-"
"......oh. Oh shit, someone should tell Tyki I'm here..!" he said quickly in a panic. "I - uhm - damn! I'm not allowed to use my cell in here, am I..?"
Sheryl's eyes widened, "Oh--he--he DID say he wanted to call you and see how you were doing. Felt bad about you getting drunk and...probably wanted to apologize for MY actions too, considering I was quite hungover." Sheryl let out a sigh, "And I'm not sure, If not here then I assume the lobby--just to be on the safe side. Do you have your cellphone with you? I forgot mine, and I can go to the lobby and call." Not that it was the most private of places to make a phone call /but/--
"Your friend did answer those few other times. Quite rudely but..." He trailed off when Lavi seemed to have a considerable amount of...trouble...moving his hand to his back pocket, and before he could even put up a protest, Sheryl grabbed the phone for him--leaning on the bed, reaching over the boy's lap and feeling around for the buldge in the boy's back pocket.
He could hear that intake of breath--and he could practically feel the heat coming off the redhead's face--as his hands brushed against his ass and carefully worked the phone out of the pocket. Once out--he didn't remove his hand all the way.
*Instead he squeezed said boy's...rather nice ass (because it /was/ rather nice, wasn't it?) just to see a response--
And goodness did he like it.
*Lavi's eye widened almost comically, the red of his cheeks /surpassed/ that of his hair, and he shrieked. Loudly. As if he'd been /tickled/. Which - no. No, just /no/. His ass was /not/ ticklish. At all. No.
"S-Sheryl!!!!" he gasped, once he could speak again. Sort of. But he stuttered, and then his blush was impossibly /deeper/. If he was in the state to face-palm at the moment...he would.
"That....was /so/ not fair." He pouted, refusing to meet the other's gaze. Not that he hadn't /liked/ it..... But. That was besides the point.
"How /wasn't/ that fair?" Sheryl wondered, raising an eyebrow, "hasn't anyone ever told you how..../nice/ your ass is," He made sure to keep his voice low, and to keep his body close--and the redhead was /glowing/ now and damn it was attractive. Attractively amusing, "Now I'll just--" and before he could entirely move away the door banged open again and a very--VERY loud voice stated--
"Hey now I've got--Woah, no making love to the patients in the bed! I don't mind changing the sheets for blood an' drool, but not other bodily fluids mmkay?"
It was Fou. And she was grinning.
Lavi shrieked - again - and /how/ was it even louder this time, than the last? Not finding himself able to hide his face in the pillows, he settled for the next - questionably? - best thing....Sheryl's chest. Which... - really - probably didn't help his cause any, but...well.....fuck it.
"GUH. Stupid nurse, can't you /knock/, then???" he whined pitifully. "And...and...did you even /bother/ to go find Bak? Surely you couldn'ta done it /that/ quickly..! Or were you just standing out there all this time, waiting for the chance to embarrass me even /more/?"
Fou let out a low chuckle, "Oh believe me I /did/ try to find the man." She smirked lightly, taking a few steps forward, "/But/ y'know...it seems kinda /rude/ to interrupt something you don't know about than to interrupt to people you don't even know--y'know?" She couldn't see the boy's face but she was sure he'd still be blushing--and confused--and say that made no sense. But /oh/.
She knew when to not interrupt. And when she heard raised voices--chinese against japanese she knew to turn tail in the other direction lest be stuck in the middle of a lover’s quarrel that even SHE couldn't stop.
Lavi slowly peeked out from behind Sheryl, blinking in confusion at the slightly-more-than-infuriating woman. Whaaaat was she going on about now?
"Wait, so....what?" he asked, blinking again. Was she saying she /had/ found them, but..didn't want to interrupt...something..?
"So...did you find them? Or not? I am /so/ beyond confused right now..." He made a rather disgruntled face, and shook his head slowly.
"Yes I found them--oh, what does the Princess call you again? Baka Usagi? Rabbit?--Rabbit-chan, I definitely did. But again--it's a nono to interrupt people while they're talking--or fighting--over somethin' important." She paused at his confused expression and sighed, "You know him--don't you? You know how he is with people. I might seem like a bitch and that's on purpose--but even I don't wanna get involved with /that/." She hadn't realized she started pacing until she was on the second round and Sheryl had spoken up--
"So they're arguing?"
"Yup."
"And the X-Rays?"
"The bones are definitely broken, but we still need Bak's okay though since he's the one that brought you in."
"And that means?"
"We'll have to wait until their little lover's spat is over." She barked out a laugh, "Never thought drawing blood from a patient was so goddamn /hard/ till the Princess showed up. Though they probably fight for the heckuvit. Whatever the heck caused this?" She let out a sigh then and grabbed one of the chairs over next to the wall--"So yeah. Pretend like I'm not here."
Except she knew they wouldn't. And that was the funny part.
Lavi blinked a few more times, then sighed, feeling his brilliant mood disipate - again. Was she /serious/?? She couldn't be. That was just...too mean. He scowled darkly at her, letting her know /just/ how pissed off he was at the moment.
"Uhm, yeah....I'd rather /not/, thanks." Then he paused. Blinked some more. Went completely still and silent for nearly a minute. And then-
"Wait, /what/?? A 'lover's spat'???"
/That/ made Fou smirk. More than smirk. And maybe snicker, "Might as well be one with those two." She paused to take in the boy's expression, "What? You mean you didn't know before now that Bak was his doctor? That they--" Oh she was going to mess with his brain SO much, "Are you jealous, huh? Is that allowed?~ I mean aren't you two, y'know, privvy?"
Lavi squeaked, the question catching him completely off-guard. It wasn't that he wouldn't /want/ to date Sheryl - there was no sense in him denying anymore that he /did/ - but....no. That just...wasn't something that would - could - happen.
"I-He-Uhm-Well.....no...?" he finally managed to squeak out an answer.. Sort of. He thought.
...oh Hell, that was horrible, and he knew it.
Fou raised an eyebrow at that, "Oh really?" Just more prime fodder to play around with, "Try to sound more convincing next time when you say that~" she let out a low chuckle as the boy blushed further, "but since you two aren't 'privvy' an' all--well you've probably got better chances at getting together with Mr. Kamelot here than you have with getting with the Princess--I mean really. /Really/."
"I.............." The redhead got one word out, before his voice - and possibly his mind - failed him.
She. Had. Just. Said. THAT.
.....in front of Sheryl.
The little bitch! But, at least now he knew what he could say. Maybe.
"I...really, though, I know that. And honestly, I'm fine with it. I'm...not actually interested in Yuu that way. I was once, yes, but... Not for a couple years," Lavi assured, laughing. Did Fou /honestly/ think he was pining after the dark-haired boy, or....was this another one of her ploys to embarrass him? Ah well. If he was going to be embarrassed - it was too late to stop it now. He'd already spoken, after all.
"He's my best friend - and /yes/ we might...'fool around' sometimes. But it never goes far. It's...pretty much just for the sake of convenience. And I don't /want/ anything more with him."
For some reason Sheryl felt his shoulders relax at those words--they were just friends? Really? But he had feelings for him /before/? Well that certainly explained a few things. Maybe. /But what about the kiss?/ Now he was confused--and he shouldn't be. The boy was--well--
Sheryl let out a silent sigh /My head's starting to hurt..../
(Fou)
/Ah, my, smart one/ and he had said it with a straight face too, "Really now? That's good to hear! I think I might just like you, y'know?~" She smiled a bit too widely, and almost contemplated standing up if she knew she'd stop pacing. Pacing meant she was nervous, "You should really come by here more often. Maybe. Or not. Hah. Specially not when the Princess's daddy's over. Then you'll get questions asked--oh you DO know Tiedoll right?~"
Lavi quirked an eyebrow, but nodded. Damn...this woman really was just a bundle of joy, wasn't she? He wasn't sure she seemed /sane/ enough to work in a hospital, but...
"Wait, so....'questions'? Well, I've only met Tiedoll a few times, an' briefly, but....why the Hell would he be askin' me 'questions' if he saw me here?"
He cast Sheryl a quick glance - noticing that the man appeared to be in deep thought - before continuing. "Or....does it have something to do with why you think I wouldn't have a good chance with Yuu, say I wanted to take it? Why /is/ that, by the way? You....so far, you've barely made sense with /anything/ you've said t'me."
/Because I'm screwing with youuuu~/ but of course Fou wouldn't say that out loud. Instead she laughed because laughter explained everything. And tended to make people pissed off. But keep quiet.
"Eh it might. Maybe. How long've you been friends with the Princess? Lemme ask ya--cuz I know you both can guess he's here to get a blood test done to figure out whatever the heck he got doped up with. Again." She paused at Lavi's darkening frown--"Oh don't worry I won't say much else than that. Just--heh--the Princess isn't of the kind you ever /want/ to know." She looked at her watch, "And if they aren't done with their little lover's quarrel now I WILL go out there and stop them. Even if it gets a chair thrown at me. Or a syringe. Or two." She sighed at the memory, "Wouldn't be the first time." Thus she made to get up because --hey that was part of the plan wasn't it?
But the redhead's voice cut her off.
"Yeah, I know what he's here for. So does Sheryl. We're not /stupid/. And Yuu tells me things, even if he doesn't usually want to, necessarily. But...../damn/ woman, why would you /say/ something like that? Yuu's my /best friend/. Of /course/ I'd 'want to know' him," he growled, scowling darkly at the purple-haired nurse.
"I've known him since we were nine, and he's been my best friend for every year since, besides the first." He shook his head, feeling rather miffed. How could she just.../say/ something like that? "Now....seriously. What's with this 'lover's quarrel' business ya seem so fuckin' obsessed about? Do they.../like/ each other, or something? B'cuz I'm sure Yuu woulda mentioned sump'n like that t'me. Which he never did."
Fou frowned ever so slightly at the boy's words, "Well A-Bak needs to get /laid/ already, and B-Kanda doesn't have to mention something like that. He may be your best friend in the whole wide world--and he may tell you things. But you know there are some things people won't say unless you ask them directly about it." She paused for a moment, hand on the door knob, "As for the lover's quarrel? Oh, well, A-Bak needs to get laid, and you can't be told about someone liking someone else when /they/ don't even realize it yet. But maybe /that's/ my wishful thinking. Everyone has 'em, don't they?" With that she turned the nob and waved, "be back in a few," before disappearing down the hall towards where she had last seen Bak coercing (and failing) to get Kanda to comply to something. She only hoped they were still there.
(WITH KANDA AND BAK)
"Damnit, Kanda!! You already /agreed/!" Bak growled, standing in the doorway, to block Kanda's way, if the man chose to leave the room. They had been at this for nearly ten minutes now, and Bak...well, he was /not/ happy. "Now GO sit down. In the chair. And we'll take the test. /Then/ you can go see Lavi."
But the Asian only 'che'd, and turned his face away, causing the doctor to sigh loudly in exhasperation.
"KANDA!!!!"
Kanda cringed inwardly--could the man /get/ any damn /louder/?
"/What/? You heard me." Fuck he had been puking up his innards earlier--what did he EXPECT him to say? No he'd rather do that?--"I'm feeling better now. I don't need it." Because he didn't. Really. /Dammit/. He didn't want to know either because--just--
It was fucking pathetic wasn't it? With the way the man's eyes flashed firmly--and though the man was fucking two inches shorter than him he /wasn't/ budging from the door way. And he had half the mind to shove him out of the way.
The other half was still fucking doped up. Still fucking tired--and he did want to sit. At least--now that his stomach wasn't going to throw itself up but--
"You can't make me fucking sit." Because the man couldn't.
He /was/ Kanda Yuu after all.
"Would you like to make a bet on that?" Bak asked, voice low, and....calm. That was /not/ a good sign, for anyone. "I didn't take 11 years of Tae Kwan Do for /nothing/, you know..."
He saw something flash in Kanda's eyes at that, but couldn't tell if it was fear, wariness, curiosity...or a compination of many things. Oh well.
"Now. Can you.../please/...sit down? You want to know what you got doped up on, right?"
Kanda tensed at that. No--no he didn't. Fuck. He was feeling /better/ now, wasn't he? Yeah he was pretty sure he /was/ which meant--"I don't need to fucking /know/ anymore." The man glowered at him, "What, pipsqueak? If you want a find we can fucking fight."
Bak twitched. Visibly. He...did /not/ just....ohhhh boy.
"What...did you just call me...? Because, I /know/ my ears must have deceived me. After all - you wouldn't /dare/ call someone /older/ than you...'pipsqueak'." He made a face then, as if the word had left some horrible taste on his tongue.
"Now sit down. You're getting the test done."
"Fuck no. And yes I just did." Kanda gave a cocky smirk in return, "And again--fucking /make me/ because I'm /not/ going to fucking sit like some fucking dog--or take the fucking test. I don't /want/ to fucking know anymore--or didn't you hear me pipsqueak?"
Bak growled, and took a step forward, his eyebrow visibly twitching. "Well, what if I don't /care/ what you do or don't want? /I/ want to know what's wrong with you, and /I'm/ your doctor! And /stop/ calling me that!"
Seeing that Kanda wasn't going to give in - the man's body language had always spoken louder than his words, so to speak - Bak sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair.
"I'm /worried/ about you, okay? So /please/ just sit down, and let me take the fucking test!!"
Kanda let out a low growl in return, "You need my fucking consent first /don't you, doctor/?" The man jolted at the switch of languages, "And I still fucking say I don't /need to know what I took. Even if you care enough to want to know for me./" He let out a bitter laugh, "Why the fuck DO you care in the fucking first place--it's all medical isn't it? Or are you really telling Tiedoll this shit." He knew the last part was a blow--a dangerous one--because he wouldn't. Never.
And that --no he wasn't scared. He wasn't fucking scared. Kanda Yuu was /never/ scared not even when he didn't know where the hell he was (he'd gotten used to that)--but it unnerved him. Maybe. A little bit.
Since when had he been so sure? So sure that the man wouldn't spill like everyone else had? Since when--
But the man was livid and, /fuck/ he nearly cringed when the man started shouting again.
"Are you /kidding/ me!?! Really? You /really/ think I'd do that?" Bak's cheeks were red, both from anger and humiliation, - and that was /all, he told himself. He took another step forward, coming to a stop directly in front of Kanda, and glaring up at him.
"Not only would I lose my /job/, but that would be a direct breech of my /own/ personal morals! I made a promise to you, Kanda, and I /never/ break my promises! And why do I care? You /really/ want to know why I care!? Hell, you don't know /already?"
"I /care/, because I don't just see you as my 'patient' anymore, Kanda. I /care/, because you're my /friend/!"
/"Idiot!"/ he finished in Chinese, huffing.
Kanda didn't move when the man stormed up to him and /glared/ for the life of him that he was righteously offended. Fuck. He--he knew all that didn't he. The man didn't need to--/dammit/
"/I know that/." He ground out, watching as a hesitant nurse passed by, and then another--they must be new, but he shoved the information aside. He hated new people--but the man just wouldn't shut the fuck up. Wouldn't and--
"/Tell me why you think I don't want to KNOW then/." he decided because--"If you know me so damn /well/." Because they were pulling each other's fucking strings weren't they?
Personal fucking space that they no longer fucking /had/. And the room was starting to spin a little. Lose its sharp gaze and-fuck maybe he /did/ but no. No. Fuck no.
"I don't /know/ why!!!" Bak retorted angrily, his eyes flashing. He completely ignored - or did he even notice? - their overly-close proximity.
"I don't /know/ why you don't want to know - and maybe that means I /don't/ know you as well as you think I think I know you - but maybe that's part of what /worries/ me!! The fact that something's obviously causing you harm, and /you don't fucking care/!!"
"And no, I'm /not/ going to make a guess at it, because if I'm /wrong/, you'll probably just be /more/ pissed at me! Just......./damnit/, Kanda, just /tell/ me! And then maybe - maybe I can stop worrying so much, if you actually let me /understand/ you more..! Ugh..."
Suddenly, and without warning, he lowered his head, and took a step back, breathing heavily. "...whatever. Fuck, just....I'm tired of fighting with you."
Kanda watched silently as the man backed away, shuddering like saying that took so much out of him. Maybe it fucking had. Maybe it--
"/You know I made a promise to Tiedoll to not do that anymore./" The words fell out without his say-so and the man jolted, "/You know how fucking screwed up it got--I wasted my entire fucking DAY doing something I don't fucking remember. I don't--/" He let out a sigh, trying to shake the dizziness away, and ignore the suddenly concerned look on the other man's face, "/Now I promised Lavi. What the fuck does that /make/ me?"
Bak sighed again - softly, this time - and shook his head. He looked up, meeting Kanda's eyes, though his own now reflected shame, as well as the obvious worry. He put a - hopefully comforting - hand on the other's shoulder, and-
"...it makes you /human/. You made a mistake - and there's not a person on Earth who /hasn't/, Kanda. Everyone makes them - some not as bad as this, some far, far /worse/. Yes, you can feel ashamed. Yes, you can feel guilty, or worried, or...whatever. But you don't need to beat yourself up over it. I learned that the hard way."
"Che," because what could he say to that--"You can say that but it doesn't fucking change a thing." Somehow that hand was suddenly like a life line. Like--a--something--like--but he shoved it away, backing up a few spaces, but their eyes still stayed in contact--harsh and glaring--and why the fuck did everyone always say they /understood/? Why did they--why did the emotion look so fucking /real/?
"It...doesn't change a damn thing. I can't stop. I--/don't even fucking want to/--but /I want to--goddamit/." And the room really was swimming this time and Bak was stepping forward again--a question posed on his lips--as a hand reached out and grabbed his wrist, to steady him and--
And then the door slammed open.
"Oi--Are you two done /fighting/ yet--oooh..."
Fou. Of course it had to be /Fou/.
Bak kept a steadying hand - or two - on Kanda, and shot Fou 'that' look. The one that screamed 'Don't fucking give me your bullshit right now'.
"Fou..." he started slowly, moving his gaze back to Kanda, and immediately the worry returned, fully replacing the threat that was there only moments before. "Not. Right. Now."
He prayed that she would listen to him - just this once - as he carefully led Kanda over to the chair, and sat him down. Damnit, this wasn't good.....
'He /said/ he was fine, but...the drugs are obviously still in his system..' Bak thought to himself, biting his lip in worry. Then, he looked back up to his cousin.
"Did you /need/ something?"
Fou watched silently as Bak led the Princess over to the nearest chair--a look of worry /clear/ on his face. So they had stopped fighting so they--
She shook that train of thought away and held out the clipboard, "You brought Lavi in here. You need to give the okay for him to have surgery." she paused, and watched as Bak didn't move, "But take the blood test first. That's--" well, not more important to surgery but, "--more important." Could be because--
Because--
She sighed silently as Bak nodded and grabbed one of the nearest syringes. Inserting it in the boy's arm (who jerked--he never jerked unless he wasn't expecting it--but then he looked far too out of it to be expecting much of anything) before drawing the blood.
He quickly placed a bandaid over the small puncture wound and made his way to her, signing off on the clipboard before giving her another look that said /leave/ and /I'll tell you later/.
She only hoped he would.
She only hoped he wouldn't leave that boy alone.
Well, at least she had the answer for one of those hopes
Bak nodded once, then turned from her, walking back over to Kanda, and sitting in the chair next to his. He looked....tired. Exhausted, even. And the dark patches under his eyes were finally showing for what they were.
"That's...all you needed, right? I'm going to stay here with him, until...." He let that sentence hang. They both knew what he meant, after all. He was worried - more worried than any doctor should be for a patient, but.... Well, Kanda was Kanda. And that made perfect sense, in Bak's over-worked, over-stressed mind.
And Fou supposed it did as she turned heel and made her way back down the hall to the other room she'd just been in. To the redhead and that guy he /wasn't/ with but who decidedly siad he /wouldn't/ be with the obviously drugged out boy sitting in the other room. Next to the doctor who cared too much.
"Idiot." She hissed before slamming the door open--both occupants jumped and she couldn't even /pretend/ to put a smile on her face--and immediately the redhead looked worried.
"Okay. We got the okay. But ya don't have to necessarily stay in your room--if you wanna go back out to the lobby. We let ya as long as you aren't contagious and don't try to leave the damn building--" And /why/ was she going to cry now--why was she--
Then the grand Mr. Kamelot decided to speak up, "I--see, Is it okay if we see Kanda then?" He was taking the redhead in mind. How sweet.
"No." The answer slipped out before she could stop it--and she heard Miranda shift behind her, "Miranda hun, go get Chome would ya? Kanda was an idiot again."
Immediately, Lavi's eye widened with worry. The longer Fou spoke, the more she said...the more worried he was. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, and-
"What did he do?" he asked, so quickly his words seemed almost slurred together. "Is Yuu okay? He's not...he didn't do somethin' t'hurt himself, did he...?"
He heard, rather than saw, Miranda scurry out of the room - his eyes were trained completely on Fou, as he waited for an answer.
'Please, let him be okay...please....'
Fou sighed, "I won't lie to you and say he's /fine/ he obviously isn't--as you know from the way he kept getting sick--but that drug apparently did more than we think." She paused, "Right now he's /out/ of it. He probably won't recognize you at all. Yes this has happened before. So you'll probably end up /scaring/ him--and you don't want that. That's why we need Chome--Chomesuke--here. She's good with that. Real good. So's Bak which is why he's there but." She paused again, "Okay yeah maybe you can see him from afar just to know yes he's still standing--er, sitting--but...but let's /please/ try to get him calm first."
Great. And that was supposed to /alleviate/ his worries? Lavi bit his lip to keep from saying something stupid, and he looked to Sheryl - more for comfort, really, than anything else. But...
He sighed. "Why....would he be afraid of me..? Even if he doesn't recognize me-" and his voice cracked. /Why/ was that so hard to say? "H-He's never.../afraid/ of strangers...just...really rude. I mean /really/ rude, usually, but-"
'But that shouldn't mean he's afraid', is what was left unsaid. And they all knew it.
"Well that's good. It means he's actually gotten better and /stayed/ better." Smiling now would be pointless and she knew it, "I highly doubt his brain is functioning well enough to go through the steps on /how/ to be rude as hell as opposed to thinking everyone's going to--" she shook her head, "You've heard of paranoia right?" the boy didn't nod his head but she knew it was a silent yes--who hadn't?--"He has that. A severe case. /Especially/ around large. groups. of people. Or even just a few. It's why we make it a point here to try and get to /know/ the guy--much to his damn annoyance that may be. And you've never been here--or there--when he's had an attack. So until he calms down, don't try to approach him. Now if you excuse me," she turned around, fully ready and willing to leave--but the redhead's voice stopped her. Stopped her because of--
/He really needs to figure out his damn mind already--saying he doesn't want to be with Kanda/. Because it sure as hell sounded like he cared enough. Cared too much--cared like he knew things.
When she knew he didn't.
"What exactly is it he's afraid of?" Lavi asked, his voice soft, yet still managing to convey an unbelievable amount of worry, and....sadness? Yes, he was sad. Sad that Yuu had to feel these kinds of things, and sad that the boy had to feel them alone. That he didn't /tell/ Lavi about whatever it was, so that he could help him through it.
"And...when'll I...be able t'see him...?"
in which they are still at the hospital~
Miranda sent him a quizzical look, before glancing at Sheryl, and then back again. Deciding - with /good/ reason - that she'd rather not ask, she left the room.
Sheryl let out a sigh when the nurse stepped out of the room and the door clicked shut, "Lovey as much as I'd say 'yes'--I'm not going back on my word. You may very well need /surgery/, and as much as I hate seeing you somewhere uncomfortable, I'd rather you be that than in /pain/." He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from the boy's face, smirking inwardly when he saw the light dusting of pink across his cheeks, "Though I will say afterward--anything you want to do, we'll do, m'kay?" He trailed a finger along the boy's cheek, skipping his chest area entirely, before trailing it to the boy's knee and squeezing it--giving the boy a reassuring smile.
Lavi's blush deepened considerably, but he smiled back, nodding. And there went his heart /again/, with its out-of-control pounding in his chest - which damn /hurt/, by the way.
"That...sounds good. Okay~" he agreed, finally - /finally/ - giving in completely. He'd stay at the hospital as long as he needed to. Let the doctors do whatever they needed to. And he wouldn't complain - okay, well, maybe he /would/, a bit, but...he wouldn't put up anymore fights.
"But. Ya damn well better come'n visit me everyday that I'm stuck in this shithole. Seein' as you're the one who made me come here in the /first/ place. And...bring that brother of yours along too, once in a while-"
"......oh. Oh shit, someone should tell Tyki I'm here..!" he said quickly in a panic. "I - uhm - damn! I'm not allowed to use my cell in here, am I..?"
Sheryl's eyes widened, "Oh--he--he DID say he wanted to call you and see how you were doing. Felt bad about you getting drunk and...probably wanted to apologize for MY actions too, considering I was quite hungover." Sheryl let out a sigh, "And I'm not sure, If not here then I assume the lobby--just to be on the safe side. Do you have your cellphone with you? I forgot mine, and I can go to the lobby and call." Not that it was the most private of places to make a phone call /but/--
"Your friend did answer those few other times. Quite rudely but..." He trailed off when Lavi seemed to have a considerable amount of...trouble...moving his hand to his back pocket, and before he could even put up a protest, Sheryl grabbed the phone for him--leaning on the bed, reaching over the boy's lap and feeling around for the buldge in the boy's back pocket.
He could hear that intake of breath--and he could practically feel the heat coming off the redhead's face--as his hands brushed against his ass and carefully worked the phone out of the pocket. Once out--he didn't remove his hand all the way.
*Instead he squeezed said boy's...rather nice ass (because it /was/ rather nice, wasn't it?) just to see a response--
And goodness did he like it.
*Lavi's eye widened almost comically, the red of his cheeks /surpassed/ that of his hair, and he shrieked. Loudly. As if he'd been /tickled/. Which - no. No, just /no/. His ass was /not/ ticklish. At all. No.
"S-Sheryl!!!!" he gasped, once he could speak again. Sort of. But he stuttered, and then his blush was impossibly /deeper/. If he was in the state to face-palm at the moment...he would.
"That....was /so/ not fair." He pouted, refusing to meet the other's gaze. Not that he hadn't /liked/ it..... But. That was besides the point.
"How /wasn't/ that fair?" Sheryl wondered, raising an eyebrow, "hasn't anyone ever told you how..../nice/ your ass is," He made sure to keep his voice low, and to keep his body close--and the redhead was /glowing/ now and damn it was attractive. Attractively amusing, "Now I'll just--" and before he could entirely move away the door banged open again and a very--VERY loud voice stated--
"Hey now I've got--Woah, no making love to the patients in the bed! I don't mind changing the sheets for blood an' drool, but not other bodily fluids mmkay?"
It was Fou. And she was grinning.
Lavi shrieked - again - and /how/ was it even louder this time, than the last? Not finding himself able to hide his face in the pillows, he settled for the next - questionably? - best thing....Sheryl's chest. Which... - really - probably didn't help his cause any, but...well.....fuck it.
"GUH. Stupid nurse, can't you /knock/, then???" he whined pitifully. "And...and...did you even /bother/ to go find Bak? Surely you couldn'ta done it /that/ quickly..! Or were you just standing out there all this time, waiting for the chance to embarrass me even /more/?"
Fou let out a low chuckle, "Oh believe me I /did/ try to find the man." She smirked lightly, taking a few steps forward, "/But/ y'know...it seems kinda /rude/ to interrupt something you don't know about than to interrupt to people you don't even know--y'know?" She couldn't see the boy's face but she was sure he'd still be blushing--and confused--and say that made no sense. But /oh/.
She knew when to not interrupt. And when she heard raised voices--chinese against japanese she knew to turn tail in the other direction lest be stuck in the middle of a lover’s quarrel that even SHE couldn't stop.
Lavi slowly peeked out from behind Sheryl, blinking in confusion at the slightly-more-than-infuriating woman. Whaaaat was she going on about now?
"Wait, so....what?" he asked, blinking again. Was she saying she /had/ found them, but..didn't want to interrupt...something..?
"So...did you find them? Or not? I am /so/ beyond confused right now..." He made a rather disgruntled face, and shook his head slowly.
"Yes I found them--oh, what does the Princess call you again? Baka Usagi? Rabbit?--Rabbit-chan, I definitely did. But again--it's a nono to interrupt people while they're talking--or fighting--over somethin' important." She paused at his confused expression and sighed, "You know him--don't you? You know how he is with people. I might seem like a bitch and that's on purpose--but even I don't wanna get involved with /that/." She hadn't realized she started pacing until she was on the second round and Sheryl had spoken up--
"So they're arguing?"
"Yup."
"And the X-Rays?"
"The bones are definitely broken, but we still need Bak's okay though since he's the one that brought you in."
"And that means?"
"We'll have to wait until their little lover's spat is over." She barked out a laugh, "Never thought drawing blood from a patient was so goddamn /hard/ till the Princess showed up. Though they probably fight for the heckuvit. Whatever the heck caused this?" She let out a sigh then and grabbed one of the chairs over next to the wall--"So yeah. Pretend like I'm not here."
Except she knew they wouldn't. And that was the funny part.
Lavi blinked a few more times, then sighed, feeling his brilliant mood disipate - again. Was she /serious/?? She couldn't be. That was just...too mean. He scowled darkly at her, letting her know /just/ how pissed off he was at the moment.
"Uhm, yeah....I'd rather /not/, thanks." Then he paused. Blinked some more. Went completely still and silent for nearly a minute. And then-
"Wait, /what/?? A 'lover's spat'???"
/That/ made Fou smirk. More than smirk. And maybe snicker, "Might as well be one with those two." She paused to take in the boy's expression, "What? You mean you didn't know before now that Bak was his doctor? That they--" Oh she was going to mess with his brain SO much, "Are you jealous, huh? Is that allowed?~ I mean aren't you two, y'know, privvy?"
Lavi squeaked, the question catching him completely off-guard. It wasn't that he wouldn't /want/ to date Sheryl - there was no sense in him denying anymore that he /did/ - but....no. That just...wasn't something that would - could - happen.
"I-He-Uhm-Well.....no...?" he finally managed to squeak out an answer.. Sort of. He thought.
...oh Hell, that was horrible, and he knew it.
Fou raised an eyebrow at that, "Oh really?" Just more prime fodder to play around with, "Try to sound more convincing next time when you say that~" she let out a low chuckle as the boy blushed further, "but since you two aren't 'privvy' an' all--well you've probably got better chances at getting together with Mr. Kamelot here than you have with getting with the Princess--I mean really. /Really/."
"I.............." The redhead got one word out, before his voice - and possibly his mind - failed him.
She. Had. Just. Said. THAT.
.....in front of Sheryl.
The little bitch! But, at least now he knew what he could say. Maybe.
"I...really, though, I know that. And honestly, I'm fine with it. I'm...not actually interested in Yuu that way. I was once, yes, but... Not for a couple years," Lavi assured, laughing. Did Fou /honestly/ think he was pining after the dark-haired boy, or....was this another one of her ploys to embarrass him? Ah well. If he was going to be embarrassed - it was too late to stop it now. He'd already spoken, after all.
"He's my best friend - and /yes/ we might...'fool around' sometimes. But it never goes far. It's...pretty much just for the sake of convenience. And I don't /want/ anything more with him."
For some reason Sheryl felt his shoulders relax at those words--they were just friends? Really? But he had feelings for him /before/? Well that certainly explained a few things. Maybe. /But what about the kiss?/ Now he was confused--and he shouldn't be. The boy was--well--
Sheryl let out a silent sigh /My head's starting to hurt..../
(Fou)
/Ah, my, smart one/ and he had said it with a straight face too, "Really now? That's good to hear! I think I might just like you, y'know?~" She smiled a bit too widely, and almost contemplated standing up if she knew she'd stop pacing. Pacing meant she was nervous, "You should really come by here more often. Maybe. Or not. Hah. Specially not when the Princess's daddy's over. Then you'll get questions asked--oh you DO know Tiedoll right?~"
Lavi quirked an eyebrow, but nodded. Damn...this woman really was just a bundle of joy, wasn't she? He wasn't sure she seemed /sane/ enough to work in a hospital, but...
"Wait, so....'questions'? Well, I've only met Tiedoll a few times, an' briefly, but....why the Hell would he be askin' me 'questions' if he saw me here?"
He cast Sheryl a quick glance - noticing that the man appeared to be in deep thought - before continuing. "Or....does it have something to do with why you think I wouldn't have a good chance with Yuu, say I wanted to take it? Why /is/ that, by the way? You....so far, you've barely made sense with /anything/ you've said t'me."
/Because I'm screwing with youuuu~/ but of course Fou wouldn't say that out loud. Instead she laughed because laughter explained everything. And tended to make people pissed off. But keep quiet.
"Eh it might. Maybe. How long've you been friends with the Princess? Lemme ask ya--cuz I know you both can guess he's here to get a blood test done to figure out whatever the heck he got doped up with. Again." She paused at Lavi's darkening frown--"Oh don't worry I won't say much else than that. Just--heh--the Princess isn't of the kind you ever /want/ to know." She looked at her watch, "And if they aren't done with their little lover's quarrel now I WILL go out there and stop them. Even if it gets a chair thrown at me. Or a syringe. Or two." She sighed at the memory, "Wouldn't be the first time." Thus she made to get up because --hey that was part of the plan wasn't it?
But the redhead's voice cut her off.
"Yeah, I know what he's here for. So does Sheryl. We're not /stupid/. And Yuu tells me things, even if he doesn't usually want to, necessarily. But...../damn/ woman, why would you /say/ something like that? Yuu's my /best friend/. Of /course/ I'd 'want to know' him," he growled, scowling darkly at the purple-haired nurse.
"I've known him since we were nine, and he's been my best friend for every year since, besides the first." He shook his head, feeling rather miffed. How could she just.../say/ something like that? "Now....seriously. What's with this 'lover's quarrel' business ya seem so fuckin' obsessed about? Do they.../like/ each other, or something? B'cuz I'm sure Yuu woulda mentioned sump'n like that t'me. Which he never did."
Fou frowned ever so slightly at the boy's words, "Well A-Bak needs to get /laid/ already, and B-Kanda doesn't have to mention something like that. He may be your best friend in the whole wide world--and he may tell you things. But you know there are some things people won't say unless you ask them directly about it." She paused for a moment, hand on the door knob, "As for the lover's quarrel? Oh, well, A-Bak needs to get laid, and you can't be told about someone liking someone else when /they/ don't even realize it yet. But maybe /that's/ my wishful thinking. Everyone has 'em, don't they?" With that she turned the nob and waved, "be back in a few," before disappearing down the hall towards where she had last seen Bak coercing (and failing) to get Kanda to comply to something. She only hoped they were still there.
(WITH KANDA AND BAK)
"Damnit, Kanda!! You already /agreed/!" Bak growled, standing in the doorway, to block Kanda's way, if the man chose to leave the room. They had been at this for nearly ten minutes now, and Bak...well, he was /not/ happy. "Now GO sit down. In the chair. And we'll take the test. /Then/ you can go see Lavi."
But the Asian only 'che'd, and turned his face away, causing the doctor to sigh loudly in exhasperation.
"KANDA!!!!"
Kanda cringed inwardly--could the man /get/ any damn /louder/?
"/What/? You heard me." Fuck he had been puking up his innards earlier--what did he EXPECT him to say? No he'd rather do that?--"I'm feeling better now. I don't need it." Because he didn't. Really. /Dammit/. He didn't want to know either because--just--
It was fucking pathetic wasn't it? With the way the man's eyes flashed firmly--and though the man was fucking two inches shorter than him he /wasn't/ budging from the door way. And he had half the mind to shove him out of the way.
The other half was still fucking doped up. Still fucking tired--and he did want to sit. At least--now that his stomach wasn't going to throw itself up but--
"You can't make me fucking sit." Because the man couldn't.
He /was/ Kanda Yuu after all.
"Would you like to make a bet on that?" Bak asked, voice low, and....calm. That was /not/ a good sign, for anyone. "I didn't take 11 years of Tae Kwan Do for /nothing/, you know..."
He saw something flash in Kanda's eyes at that, but couldn't tell if it was fear, wariness, curiosity...or a compination of many things. Oh well.
"Now. Can you.../please/...sit down? You want to know what you got doped up on, right?"
Kanda tensed at that. No--no he didn't. Fuck. He was feeling /better/ now, wasn't he? Yeah he was pretty sure he /was/ which meant--"I don't need to fucking /know/ anymore." The man glowered at him, "What, pipsqueak? If you want a find we can fucking fight."
Bak twitched. Visibly. He...did /not/ just....ohhhh boy.
"What...did you just call me...? Because, I /know/ my ears must have deceived me. After all - you wouldn't /dare/ call someone /older/ than you...'pipsqueak'." He made a face then, as if the word had left some horrible taste on his tongue.
"Now sit down. You're getting the test done."
"Fuck no. And yes I just did." Kanda gave a cocky smirk in return, "And again--fucking /make me/ because I'm /not/ going to fucking sit like some fucking dog--or take the fucking test. I don't /want/ to fucking know anymore--or didn't you hear me pipsqueak?"
Bak growled, and took a step forward, his eyebrow visibly twitching. "Well, what if I don't /care/ what you do or don't want? /I/ want to know what's wrong with you, and /I'm/ your doctor! And /stop/ calling me that!"
Seeing that Kanda wasn't going to give in - the man's body language had always spoken louder than his words, so to speak - Bak sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair.
"I'm /worried/ about you, okay? So /please/ just sit down, and let me take the fucking test!!"
Kanda let out a low growl in return, "You need my fucking consent first /don't you, doctor/?" The man jolted at the switch of languages, "And I still fucking say I don't /need to know what I took. Even if you care enough to want to know for me./" He let out a bitter laugh, "Why the fuck DO you care in the fucking first place--it's all medical isn't it? Or are you really telling Tiedoll this shit." He knew the last part was a blow--a dangerous one--because he wouldn't. Never.
And that --no he wasn't scared. He wasn't fucking scared. Kanda Yuu was /never/ scared not even when he didn't know where the hell he was (he'd gotten used to that)--but it unnerved him. Maybe. A little bit.
Since when had he been so sure? So sure that the man wouldn't spill like everyone else had? Since when--
But the man was livid and, /fuck/ he nearly cringed when the man started shouting again.
"Are you /kidding/ me!?! Really? You /really/ think I'd do that?" Bak's cheeks were red, both from anger and humiliation, - and that was /all, he told himself. He took another step forward, coming to a stop directly in front of Kanda, and glaring up at him.
"Not only would I lose my /job/, but that would be a direct breech of my /own/ personal morals! I made a promise to you, Kanda, and I /never/ break my promises! And why do I care? You /really/ want to know why I care!? Hell, you don't know /already?"
"I /care/, because I don't just see you as my 'patient' anymore, Kanda. I /care/, because you're my /friend/!"
/"Idiot!"/ he finished in Chinese, huffing.
Kanda didn't move when the man stormed up to him and /glared/ for the life of him that he was righteously offended. Fuck. He--he knew all that didn't he. The man didn't need to--/dammit/
"/I know that/." He ground out, watching as a hesitant nurse passed by, and then another--they must be new, but he shoved the information aside. He hated new people--but the man just wouldn't shut the fuck up. Wouldn't and--
"/Tell me why you think I don't want to KNOW then/." he decided because--"If you know me so damn /well/." Because they were pulling each other's fucking strings weren't they?
Personal fucking space that they no longer fucking /had/. And the room was starting to spin a little. Lose its sharp gaze and-fuck maybe he /did/ but no. No. Fuck no.
"I don't /know/ why!!!" Bak retorted angrily, his eyes flashing. He completely ignored - or did he even notice? - their overly-close proximity.
"I don't /know/ why you don't want to know - and maybe that means I /don't/ know you as well as you think I think I know you - but maybe that's part of what /worries/ me!! The fact that something's obviously causing you harm, and /you don't fucking care/!!"
"And no, I'm /not/ going to make a guess at it, because if I'm /wrong/, you'll probably just be /more/ pissed at me! Just......./damnit/, Kanda, just /tell/ me! And then maybe - maybe I can stop worrying so much, if you actually let me /understand/ you more..! Ugh..."
Suddenly, and without warning, he lowered his head, and took a step back, breathing heavily. "...whatever. Fuck, just....I'm tired of fighting with you."
Kanda watched silently as the man backed away, shuddering like saying that took so much out of him. Maybe it fucking had. Maybe it--
"/You know I made a promise to Tiedoll to not do that anymore./" The words fell out without his say-so and the man jolted, "/You know how fucking screwed up it got--I wasted my entire fucking DAY doing something I don't fucking remember. I don't--/" He let out a sigh, trying to shake the dizziness away, and ignore the suddenly concerned look on the other man's face, "/Now I promised Lavi. What the fuck does that /make/ me?"
Bak sighed again - softly, this time - and shook his head. He looked up, meeting Kanda's eyes, though his own now reflected shame, as well as the obvious worry. He put a - hopefully comforting - hand on the other's shoulder, and-
"...it makes you /human/. You made a mistake - and there's not a person on Earth who /hasn't/, Kanda. Everyone makes them - some not as bad as this, some far, far /worse/. Yes, you can feel ashamed. Yes, you can feel guilty, or worried, or...whatever. But you don't need to beat yourself up over it. I learned that the hard way."
"Che," because what could he say to that--"You can say that but it doesn't fucking change a thing." Somehow that hand was suddenly like a life line. Like--a--something--like--but he shoved it away, backing up a few spaces, but their eyes still stayed in contact--harsh and glaring--and why the fuck did everyone always say they /understood/? Why did they--why did the emotion look so fucking /real/?
"It...doesn't change a damn thing. I can't stop. I--/don't even fucking want to/--but /I want to--goddamit/." And the room really was swimming this time and Bak was stepping forward again--a question posed on his lips--as a hand reached out and grabbed his wrist, to steady him and--
And then the door slammed open.
"Oi--Are you two done /fighting/ yet--oooh..."
Fou. Of course it had to be /Fou/.
Bak kept a steadying hand - or two - on Kanda, and shot Fou 'that' look. The one that screamed 'Don't fucking give me your bullshit right now'.
"Fou..." he started slowly, moving his gaze back to Kanda, and immediately the worry returned, fully replacing the threat that was there only moments before. "Not. Right. Now."
He prayed that she would listen to him - just this once - as he carefully led Kanda over to the chair, and sat him down. Damnit, this wasn't good.....
'He /said/ he was fine, but...the drugs are obviously still in his system..' Bak thought to himself, biting his lip in worry. Then, he looked back up to his cousin.
"Did you /need/ something?"
Fou watched silently as Bak led the Princess over to the nearest chair--a look of worry /clear/ on his face. So they had stopped fighting so they--
She shook that train of thought away and held out the clipboard, "You brought Lavi in here. You need to give the okay for him to have surgery." she paused, and watched as Bak didn't move, "But take the blood test first. That's--" well, not more important to surgery but, "--more important." Could be because--
Because--
She sighed silently as Bak nodded and grabbed one of the nearest syringes. Inserting it in the boy's arm (who jerked--he never jerked unless he wasn't expecting it--but then he looked far too out of it to be expecting much of anything) before drawing the blood.
He quickly placed a bandaid over the small puncture wound and made his way to her, signing off on the clipboard before giving her another look that said /leave/ and /I'll tell you later/.
She only hoped he would.
She only hoped he wouldn't leave that boy alone.
Well, at least she had the answer for one of those hopes
Bak nodded once, then turned from her, walking back over to Kanda, and sitting in the chair next to his. He looked....tired. Exhausted, even. And the dark patches under his eyes were finally showing for what they were.
"That's...all you needed, right? I'm going to stay here with him, until...." He let that sentence hang. They both knew what he meant, after all. He was worried - more worried than any doctor should be for a patient, but.... Well, Kanda was Kanda. And that made perfect sense, in Bak's over-worked, over-stressed mind.
And Fou supposed it did as she turned heel and made her way back down the hall to the other room she'd just been in. To the redhead and that guy he /wasn't/ with but who decidedly siad he /wouldn't/ be with the obviously drugged out boy sitting in the other room. Next to the doctor who cared too much.
"Idiot." She hissed before slamming the door open--both occupants jumped and she couldn't even /pretend/ to put a smile on her face--and immediately the redhead looked worried.
"Okay. We got the okay. But ya don't have to necessarily stay in your room--if you wanna go back out to the lobby. We let ya as long as you aren't contagious and don't try to leave the damn building--" And /why/ was she going to cry now--why was she--
Then the grand Mr. Kamelot decided to speak up, "I--see, Is it okay if we see Kanda then?" He was taking the redhead in mind. How sweet.
"No." The answer slipped out before she could stop it--and she heard Miranda shift behind her, "Miranda hun, go get Chome would ya? Kanda was an idiot again."
Immediately, Lavi's eye widened with worry. The longer Fou spoke, the more she said...the more worried he was. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, and-
"What did he do?" he asked, so quickly his words seemed almost slurred together. "Is Yuu okay? He's not...he didn't do somethin' t'hurt himself, did he...?"
He heard, rather than saw, Miranda scurry out of the room - his eyes were trained completely on Fou, as he waited for an answer.
'Please, let him be okay...please....'
Fou sighed, "I won't lie to you and say he's /fine/ he obviously isn't--as you know from the way he kept getting sick--but that drug apparently did more than we think." She paused, "Right now he's /out/ of it. He probably won't recognize you at all. Yes this has happened before. So you'll probably end up /scaring/ him--and you don't want that. That's why we need Chome--Chomesuke--here. She's good with that. Real good. So's Bak which is why he's there but." She paused again, "Okay yeah maybe you can see him from afar just to know yes he's still standing--er, sitting--but...but let's /please/ try to get him calm first."
Great. And that was supposed to /alleviate/ his worries? Lavi bit his lip to keep from saying something stupid, and he looked to Sheryl - more for comfort, really, than anything else. But...
He sighed. "Why....would he be afraid of me..? Even if he doesn't recognize me-" and his voice cracked. /Why/ was that so hard to say? "H-He's never.../afraid/ of strangers...just...really rude. I mean /really/ rude, usually, but-"
'But that shouldn't mean he's afraid', is what was left unsaid. And they all knew it.
"Well that's good. It means he's actually gotten better and /stayed/ better." Smiling now would be pointless and she knew it, "I highly doubt his brain is functioning well enough to go through the steps on /how/ to be rude as hell as opposed to thinking everyone's going to--" she shook her head, "You've heard of paranoia right?" the boy didn't nod his head but she knew it was a silent yes--who hadn't?--"He has that. A severe case. /Especially/ around large. groups. of people. Or even just a few. It's why we make it a point here to try and get to /know/ the guy--much to his damn annoyance that may be. And you've never been here--or there--when he's had an attack. So until he calms down, don't try to approach him. Now if you excuse me," she turned around, fully ready and willing to leave--but the redhead's voice stopped her. Stopped her because of--
/He really needs to figure out his damn mind already--saying he doesn't want to be with Kanda/. Because it sure as hell sounded like he cared enough. Cared too much--cared like he knew things.
When she knew he didn't.
"What exactly is it he's afraid of?" Lavi asked, his voice soft, yet still managing to convey an unbelievable amount of worry, and....sadness? Yes, he was sad. Sad that Yuu had to feel these kinds of things, and sad that the boy had to feel them alone. That he didn't /tell/ Lavi about whatever it was, so that he could help him through it.
"And...when'll I...be able t'see him...?"