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Those Left Behind	By : stephfarrow94 Category: +G to L > Katekyo Hitman Reborn Views: 5549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Those Left Behind
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
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“Herbivore.”
Tsuna flinched at Hibari’s voice, freezing. He slowly turned around, pulling the damp cloth he had been dabbing at Mukuro’s sweaty forehead with. He found the older male standing in the doorway, an unreadable expression on his face.
“Y-yes, Hibari-san...?”
“Why haven’t those other two herbivores arrived yet?” Annoyance was deep in the skylark’s voice, and Tsuna could only wonder what was bothering him today. “They should have been here an hour ago, and they’re not answering any of their phones.”
It clicked then; Gokudera and Yamamoto had been put on the eight o’clock shift this morning. But if they weren’t here...
“How many times have you tried to call them?” the brunet asked, straightening his back out. He sat down on the edge of the hospital bed, trying not to disturb his sleeping patient.
“Every ten minutes. We’ve tried all three of their phones and none have been answered.”
Tsuna was worried about this information, knowing it wasn’t like his friends to suddenly disappear. “Do you want me to go and see if they’re at home?”
Hibari shook his head. “If you leave now, we’ll be even more understaffed and the Millefiore herbivores will be swamped and unable to keep up with filling in.”
“Shoichi and Spanner are more than capable, Hibari-san,” the younger male tried to point out. “They –“
“- The blond herbivore is not even a therapist; he is merely specialising in medicating illnesses. We can’t send him into a room and expect him to do any good. It will only be his partner who can work with the patients, and that’s not fair on any of them, including himself.”
Tsuna nodded, knowing the raven was right. He stood up from the bed, glancing down at the Vongola patient for a few seconds before nodding to himself. “I’ll keep trying to ring them when I have time, Hibari-san; I’m sure they’ll be here – it’s not like them to miss a shift and not let us know.”
Hibari nodded, satisfied with his worker’s competence. “Do let me know as soon as you hear from them; we’re understaffed as it is.”
“I will, Hibari-san. When is Shamal going to be here? Mukuro-san might need some more medicine; he feels really cold to the touch.”
“Shouldn’t be much longer.” With that said, Hibari left the medical ward, tending to his own business. He was frustrated today, knowing that without Gokudera and Yamamoto, he was going to have to call Shoichi and Spanner back in, despite the two both having gone on sick-leave; there was no way only Tsuna and himself could handle so many patients without help.
Tsuna sighed as he watched his boss leave. He wiped at his forehead with a gloved hand, turning his attention back to Mukuro; their doctor was late to his shift, having rang earlier and explained that he had gotten drunk and somehow found himself in a random woman’s bed several towns over. Hibari hadn’t been impressed at all, but seeing as he was their only medical expert and they had a sick patient on their hands, they had no choice but to wait for him.
“Tsunayoshi...?”
Soft brown eyes blinked as they heard Mukuro’s soft mumbling, looking down to find the older male starting to stir. Reaching out, Tsuna brushed blue strands of hair out of heterochromatic eyes. “What’s wrong, Mukuro-san?”
Confusion was clear in Mukuro’s orbs, seemingly struggling to take in his surroundings; he had been like that ever since he came down with his illness; at first they had suspected flu, but Shamal had said it was possible it was something more.
“Tsunayoshi...” Mukuro reached out, taking the smaller male’s hand in his. He coughed raggedly, his eyes closing for a few seconds in discomfort. “Tsunayoshi...”
“It’s okay; I’m here.” The therapist ran a gentle hand through now-oily locks of blue hair, trying to soothe the distressed man. “I’m not going to leave you.”
“Tsunayoshi...” Mukuro didn’t seem capable of forming any coherent thought, but Tsuna didn’t mind; he was patient, just trying to keep the weaker male comfortable.
Tsuna sat back down on the bed, not surprised when Mukuro started dragging himself weakly across the mattress in order to lay his head on the younger’s lap. He coughed again, letting his eyes slip closed as he tried to fall back asleep.
The brunet checked his wristwatch every now and then, waiting impatiently for their doctor’s arrival. He continued threading his fingers through the usually-soft hair, listening to the unsteady breathing. He was sure Mukuro was just about asleep, but then the other spoke, seemingly coherent now.
“Is Fran back yet...?” the ill male questioned.
“Yes, Mukuro-san; Yamamoto brought him back a few days ago. He’s been asking for you.”
“Can I see him...?” Mukuro’s eyes opened slowly, looking up at the therapist.
“I’m sorry, Mukuro-san, but you’re contagious, and we don’t think Fran would have a very strong immune system, if he has one at all; Spanner and Gokudera-kun have it, too, and it’s knocked all three of you off your feet when nothing usually does – we don’t want to risk Fran catching it and being unable to fight it off.”
Mukuro nodded, too exhausted to argue. “Tsunayoshi...”
“Shh... It’s okay, Mukuro-san; go back to sleep if you can.”
The older male hummed softly, trying to do as he was told. He was greatly relaxed by the brunet’s presence, trusting Tsuna more than he did any of the other therapists and especially that pervert of a doctor who hardly lifted a finger for any of them but Mammon.
Once Mukuro’s breathing had steadied and it became clear he was asleep again, Tsuna carefully rested his head on the pillow, standing up to leave the medical ward. He went to his office to grab his phone, dialling Gokudera’s phone number. He was concerned when the silver-haired male didn’t answer, knowing there was no force in this world that would stop the taller male from answering his best friend’s call.
Trying Yamamoto’s number only earned the same results, and Tsuna could only wonder what was going on. He wanted to go out to their house and check on them, but he couldn’t abandon the patients who relied on him for others who could handle themselves.
~~XX~~
Green eyes opened slowly, the world around him nothing but a blur. He was aware of pale blue curtains surrounding him, a soft beeping coming from somewhere above his head. He tried to lift his head and see where he was, the bright lights in the roof hurting his eyes, but his head was so heavy, he could hardly move it.
“Yama...moto...?” Gokudera mumbled, his voice slurred. He rolled onto his side, finding nothing but more curtains and an IV drip beside him. “Yamamoto...?”
The silver-haired male winced as his body started throbbing angrily, pulling his knees towards his chest. He groaned loudly, letting his eyes slipped closed, no idea what was going on.
“Gokudera-san!”
The addressed male frowned as a female voice called out to him, just wanting to go home – where was he, and why was he here?
“Gokudera-san, you can’t move around! You have spinal injuries, and the tendons in your neck are strained!” Whoever was behind the young man called out for someone else, and soon enough Gokudera felt three sets of hands on his body. He moaned as the pain flared up once again, two sets of hands rolling him back over while the third held his head, guiding it.
“Where am I...?” Green eyes struggled to look over at whoever was standing by his side, but without being able to move his head, he couldn’t see anything.
“Namimori Hospital.” The voice beside him was a soft, gentle one, but it did nothing to soothe Gokudera; where was Yamamoto, and why was he in a hospital? “You were in a car accident last night. Do you remember anything about it?”
Gokudera blinked as he tried to remember, but it was all one big blur. He could remember leaving work with Yamamoto by his side, arguing with him about driving. After that, it was just the sudden screeching of tyres and a deafening bang and crunch.
“...I don’t know...” Gokudera sighed. “Where is Yamamoto...?”
“He’s in the next area. He’s still unconscious.”
“Is he alright?”
There was silence for a few seconds before the voice said, “The x-rays and CT scans showed that he has a neck fracture and several broken ribs. We don’t know if it will have a significant effect on him until he regains consciousness, so for now we’ve stabilised his neck and back.”
Gokudera’s mouth went dry at this, not knowing what to think; he didn’t remember a car accident, aside from those confronting sounds, but if what was being said was true, and he had been arguing with Yamamoto to let him drive... Did that mean it was his fault they were here...?
The silver-haired male was beyond frustrated; he was stressed and confused, struggling to comprehend the things that were being said to him. He didn’t know why they were here, why they had been involved in a supposed car accident, but what he did know was that, in this moment, every little thing he had ever done wrong to Yamamoto was playing through his mind, overwhelming him with the knowledge that he had never been able to truly love the taller male, and now their lives may never be the same – hell, Gokudera may not even get a chance to apologise or make things up to his boyfriend because he had no fucking idea on what to expect.
Gokudera sniffed as tears welled up in his eyes, unable to fight them back. He let them roll silently down his cheeks, staring up at the roof as he wished with all his being he could tell Yamamoto he did love him just one more time, even if they both knew Gokudera would never be able to love the younger as much as Yamamoto loved him.
~~XX~~
“Shoichi...”
The redhead glanced up from where he had been watching his hands fumble with one another. He blinked before he swallowed thickly, looking up at Tsuna. “Y-yes...?”
The brunet reached out, patting his friend’s shoulder gently. “I think you should go back home, Shoichi; your anxiety is really getting the better of you today.”
“That’s why... I asked for a few days off...” Shoichi flinched as his stomach cramped, leaning over as he squeezed his eyes shut tight. “T-tsuna... I want to go home...”
The brunet nodded, standing up from the table the two had been sitting at. “I’ll go talk to Hibari-san; it wasn’t fair of him to call you and Spanner in. I’m sure Gokudera-kun and Yamamoto will be here soon.”
Shoichi nodded, getting to his feet as well. He stumbled as he closed the distance between them, holding his stomach tightly. He trembled as he followed his friend out of the activity room and down towards where the staff offices were.
“Would you rather go sit in Spanner’s office with him while I talk to Hibari-san?” Tsuna offered. “I’m sure you’d feel more comfortable with him than Hibari-san when you’re feeling so bad.”
“I’m sorry, Tsuna...” the redhead apologised, wincing at the pain in his stomach. “I don’t want to let you guys down, but... I won’t be any good today... My anxiety is too bad and I need to go home...”
“It’s okay, Shoichi; it’s not your fault. If you need to go home, you need to go home.”
Shoichi nodded, just glad when they eventually stopped outside of Spanner’s office. “Thank you, Tsuna... I’ll wait here for you...”
Tsuna nodded, watching the smaller male enter the office. He then continued on towards Hibari’s, hoping the other would be understanding; while he could be considerate of the patients’ needs at times, the same couldn’t be said for the staff.
“Hibari-san?” Tsuna knocked on the office door politely before he opened it, poking his head into the room. The skylark was sitting at the desk, holding bird seed up to the fluffy yellow creature sitting on top of his head. “Hibari-san, can I talk to you about something...?”
Hibari nodded, letting his pet finish the seed before he extended a finger to it, signalling it to jump on. He brought it down to sit on the desk, instead taking a handful of seed as he held it out to the tiny bird, waiting for Tsuna to start speaking.
“U-umm... It’s just...” Tsuna sighed, knowing he had to help his friend, no matter how scary Hibari could be at times. “...Shoichi really needs to go home, Hibari-san.”
“No.” Hibari’s dark eyes never once drifted away from his bird, reaching out with his free hand to run a finger down its back. “He needs to stay.”
“He’s really anxious today,” the younger male tried to explain. “He can’t stop shaking and his stomach is really hurting him. He’s even quieter than usual, and he really won’t be able to do his job today. He needs to go home and rest.”
“A bit of anxiety is nothing compared to what the others are going through, and without your herbivorous friends here, we will never be able to handle them all in one day.”
“Hibari-san... Shoichi is so anxious, he’s struggling to relax even with Spanner by his side... How is he ever going to help the patients if he’s struggling to help himself?”
“It’s not my fault those herbivores never showed up; if they were here, the anxious herbivore would never have been called in.”
“Hibari-san...” Tsuna sighed, but before he could rebut this argument, the older male’s phone started ringing. He stayed quiet as the other answered it, listening to what was being said.
“Yes... Yes, they do. ...No, they should have been here before eight... Yes... I see. I understand.”
Hibari was quick to end the call before he looked up at his employee, his expression unreadable. Tsuna gulped under his penetrating gaze, taking no notice of the bird that was chirping its owner’s name.
“Those two herbivores are in hospital,” Hibari finally explained. “They were in a car accident last night.”
Tsuna’s eyes widened as the words sunk in, and he couldn’t stop tears of worry from welling up in his eyes. He reached up, wiping at them hastily, not knowing what to do.
Hibari waved a hand dismissively before he said, “If you want to go and see them, do so. Tell the anxious herbivore and his boyfriend they may also go home.”
Tsuna didn’t hesitate to leave the office; he ran back to Spanner’s and, after explaining the situation, was quick to leave the facility altogether.
~~XX~~
When Tsuna finally arrived the hospital and was led to Gokudera’s bed, he almost couldn’t go in any further when he caught sight of his best friend; Gokudera’s face was covered in what looked to be deep gashes stitched together, some smaller cuts and a bruise across his forehead. His lower body was covered by the thin hospital blanket, but his neck was visible and it, too, had stitches in it. What horrified the brunet the most was the neck-brace that was forcing Gokudera to remain still and in a very uncomfortable position.
“Gokudera-kun...?” Tsuna whimpered, feeling tears of stress slip down his cheeks. He raised a hand to his mouth as he stepped forward, moving to stand by the taller male’s side. “Gokudera-kun...”
Gokudera’s green eyes blinked open at the younger’s voice, those orbs full of pain. He raised a shaking arm, the IV, catheter port and needle that had been stuck into it making the brunet feel sick. “T-tenth...”
“I’m here, Gokudera-kun,” Tsuna promised. “What happened?”
“Don’t remember...” the silver-haired male whispered. “I just... don’t remember... It hurts, Tenth... It really hurts... My head hurts...”
“I know...” The younger male grabbed his friend’s hand, squeezing it tight. “I can’t imagine it’d tickle...”
Gokudera smiled slowly, knowing the other was trying to crack a joke in an effort to lighten the mood. “Funny, Tenth... Really was...”
“Where is Yamamoto?”
“Next door... They said... he’s not conscious yet... He has a neck fracture... Don’t know... the effect it’ll have...”
Tsuna nodded, turning around to grab the chair and pull it closer to the bed. He sat down, never once letting go of the shaking hand in his. “Would you like for me to call Bianchi?”
Instinctively, Gokudera tried to shake his head, only to become frustrated at the lack of movement. “No, Tenth... Not yet... Can you just... stay with me, please...? I don’t... want to be alone...”
“I’m not going anywhere, Gokudera-kun.” Tsuna felt ill at the dried blood that matted the usually-shiny silver locks, noticing the specks of blood that still clung to his skin; one of the nurses must have cleaned most of it up in order to get the stitches done without incident.
“Tenth... Yamamoto... H-he...” Gokudera shuddered at the stress he was under. “...I treated him so badly... before this... I remember that... If something happens... what if he dies, thinking... I hate him...?”
“Gokudera-kun...” None of the training he had ever gone through could have prepared Tsuna for this moment; it was a complete shock to his system, and every little thing he had ever known about psychology had flown out of his head, leaving him feeling as helpless as Gokudera must be. “...Gokudera-kun... I’m so sorry...”
“I don’t... want him to die, Tenth...” Gokudera pleaded. He shifted slightly in the bed, the blankets slipping down his thin frame, revealing an arm wrapped in plaster, clearly broken. “Please, don’t let him die...”
Tsuna didn’t want to reply to this; he’d never forgive himself if he reassured Gokudera that wouldn’t happen, and yet it did... Instead, he just squeezed his friend’s hand, wishing he knew what to do.
The brunet couldn’t blame the usually-strong male for being so stressed; he could only imagine how frightening it must be to have been involved in a car accident.
~~XX~~
Tsuna parked his car in the driveway of Gokudera and Yamamoto’s home. He had left once the silver-haired male had fallen back asleep, knowing he had to take their pets before anything happened to them without someone there to look after them.
Moving to the back seat, Tsuna grabbed the pet carrier he had bought on his way out and took it towards the house, not wanting to risk Uri panicking in the car and causing trouble. He took the spare key from beneath the door mat, slipping it into the lock. The door opened without problem, leaving Tsuna to enter the house.
“Jiro!” The brunet whistled as he called for the dog, clapping his hands together for extra measure. “Jiro, c’mon, boy!”
Tsuna frowned as he realised the dog wasn’t coming. He stepped further into the house, dropping the pet carrier by the front door. “Jiro?”
Upon further investigation, the therapist found Uri curled up on his owner’s bed, seemingly content with where he was. Tsuna grabbed him and took him back to the pet carrier, wincing at the sharp teeth and claws that dug into his hands. He was quick to lock the animal in the cage, knowing he still had two more animals to rescue.
“Jiro?” The living room was occupied by the small bird chirping away in its cage. It was clear how much Yamamoto loved his pets as the swallow had a cage bigger than most birds twice its size would have, filled with toys, bird seed and water. Moving over to take said cage from the hook on the curtain rod, Tsuna carried it back to the front door as well, knowing it would be safe with Uri in his own cage.
Jiro was harder to find, but once Tsuna entered the office at the back of the house, he found the dog curled up beneath the desk, whining away as he lay still. Tsuna sighed, approaching the animal slowly as he leant down, keeping his hands to himself.
“You must really miss him.” Tsuna was answered by another whine, almost as if the dog knew what had been said. “I’m sure you would; he’s given you so much love over the years.”
The brunet was gentle as he tugged the dog out from under the desk, the creature whining again pitifully as he tried to glue himself to that spot on the floor. He was powerless when the human picked him up from the middle, and he could only lie limp as he was carried out of the office.
“C’mon, Jiro... Let me just go and grab all of your supplies, and then we can go.” As expected, Jiro just lay flat on the floor once he was put back down by the front door, whining again as Tsuna left him.
The brunet loaded the animal food and pet toys into the trunk of the car before he came back for the animals. He put the pet carrier in the front seat, wrapping the seatbelt around it, before he put the bird cage into the back. It was too big to sit on the seat so, moving the front passenger seat forward, he rested it on the floor, hoping it would be secure there.
Jiro was placid as a leash was clipped onto his collar and led out towards the car. He jumped in hesitantly, sitting on the back seat, continuing to whine as his leash was tied to the hand-grip just above the door.
With the animals safe, Tsuna made his way over to Shoichi and Spanner’s home, knowing the two would be able to take care of Uri better than he could; the brunet liked cats, but when they started to scratch and bite at him, he drew the line there; he would honestly be too scared to go near Uri if he took the cat back to his own home.
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