The Price I Pay Yuki/Shuuichi
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
4,193
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Five
Chapter Five:
Staring with golden brown eyes out the window, Yuki sighed and struggled to hold in the overwhelming urge to breakdown. He left the hospital room five minutes ago after Shuuichi fell back to asleep, unable to stand being still for any longer.
Seeing Shuuichi cry like that was too much to take, strange when one considered all the times he’d been indifferent to the feelings of the singer; but none of those other times had the novelist felt the same emotion as Shuuichi. Witnessing the pink-haired singer cry when he himself teetered on the edge of despair as well affected him more intensely than any other time before.
It took all his willpower to not breakdown himself after seeing the tears on the singer’s face; he knew no one was around to see him, but he wanted to stay strong for Shuuichi’s sake.
And he remained so until after the singer fell asleep. That’s when the restlessness overpowered him and he left the room, wandering around the hospital aimlessly. Finally he found a nearly empty corridor and leaned against the wall, his eyes looking out the window, his thoughts looking into his heart.
‘Shuuichi…how could he…how could this have happened?’ The writer closed his eyes, his hands in his pockets gripping at the cloth of his jacket. ‘Why is he…why did he come down this sick before me? I got it first; I should’ve gotten sick before him.’
“Eiri.” Tohma’s concerned voice interrupted his thoughts. “I called Mika and Tatsuha; they should arrive in a few minutes.” Pause. “After you left the doctor told me that Shindou-san’s T-cell count was below 200—a sure sign of AIDS when coupled with pneumonia.”
“….”
“Eiri, I’m here to help you. I’ll always be here to help you; you just have to tell me what….”
“Why did he get this bad before me?” Yuki opened his eyes to stare out the window again. “Why didn’t I get sick first? Why did it have to be him…?”
“Eiri, HIV doesn’t affect everyone the same way. And with proper treatment, people with the disease can live for years after being diagnosed.”
“Quit it, Tohma. I don’t need that lecture—I already heard it from the doctors when I found out I had HIV. The chances this, the chances that—I’m sick of that. Regardless of what advances there are in medicine, there’s still the chance that Shuuichi could die now….” Tears welled suddenly in the writer’s eyes, dripping down his cheeks as he felt his legs weaken. “Shuuichi could…even with the best medicine, Shuuichi could….”
“Eiri, I….” Tohma moved to hold the novelist in a comforting embrace, but Yuki pushed him away and glared at him with icy brown eyes. After a moment of silence, the novelist turned away from the N-G president and walked down the empty corridor. “Eiri, wait!” But the novelist didn’t, just kept walking, lost in thought.
Staring with golden brown eyes out the window, Yuki sighed and struggled to hold in the overwhelming urge to breakdown. He left the hospital room five minutes ago after Shuuichi fell back to asleep, unable to stand being still for any longer.
Seeing Shuuichi cry like that was too much to take, strange when one considered all the times he’d been indifferent to the feelings of the singer; but none of those other times had the novelist felt the same emotion as Shuuichi. Witnessing the pink-haired singer cry when he himself teetered on the edge of despair as well affected him more intensely than any other time before.
It took all his willpower to not breakdown himself after seeing the tears on the singer’s face; he knew no one was around to see him, but he wanted to stay strong for Shuuichi’s sake.
And he remained so until after the singer fell asleep. That’s when the restlessness overpowered him and he left the room, wandering around the hospital aimlessly. Finally he found a nearly empty corridor and leaned against the wall, his eyes looking out the window, his thoughts looking into his heart.
‘Shuuichi…how could he…how could this have happened?’ The writer closed his eyes, his hands in his pockets gripping at the cloth of his jacket. ‘Why is he…why did he come down this sick before me? I got it first; I should’ve gotten sick before him.’
“Eiri.” Tohma’s concerned voice interrupted his thoughts. “I called Mika and Tatsuha; they should arrive in a few minutes.” Pause. “After you left the doctor told me that Shindou-san’s T-cell count was below 200—a sure sign of AIDS when coupled with pneumonia.”
“….”
“Eiri, I’m here to help you. I’ll always be here to help you; you just have to tell me what….”
“Why did he get this bad before me?” Yuki opened his eyes to stare out the window again. “Why didn’t I get sick first? Why did it have to be him…?”
“Eiri, HIV doesn’t affect everyone the same way. And with proper treatment, people with the disease can live for years after being diagnosed.”
“Quit it, Tohma. I don’t need that lecture—I already heard it from the doctors when I found out I had HIV. The chances this, the chances that—I’m sick of that. Regardless of what advances there are in medicine, there’s still the chance that Shuuichi could die now….” Tears welled suddenly in the writer’s eyes, dripping down his cheeks as he felt his legs weaken. “Shuuichi could…even with the best medicine, Shuuichi could….”
“Eiri, I….” Tohma moved to hold the novelist in a comforting embrace, but Yuki pushed him away and glared at him with icy brown eyes. After a moment of silence, the novelist turned away from the N-G president and walked down the empty corridor. “Eiri, wait!” But the novelist didn’t, just kept walking, lost in thought.