Just like old times (Saruhiko x Yata)

White walls(p7)

TW: PANIC ATTACK read with caution.

The drive was smooth and peaceful. The early summer air felt good on the skin. The ocean glistened in the lowly set sun and the birds calls ran crystal through the ears. Of course, It's not like Yata noticed these little things. His head was too wrapped up around Saruhiko and the guilt that sat with him on that motorcycle. 

To him, everything was numb and blurred, unable to see or really think about anything else. This isn't a feeling he enjoyed. He had experienced this enough when Saru left the first time. The only difference now is he can't hide it behind that fake confidence and cocky attitude of his.

The bike stopped and Yata's head rose. Shizume hospital. It had been some time since he was last here. Yata slipped off the bike, along with Kamamoto and they headed inside.

The first step in through the spiny hospital doors and you could instantly tell where you were. That stale sterile smell that lingered in the air, the bland decor that ran throughout the whole building. It sent an uneasy chill up Yata's spine. He followed Kamamoto as he walked up to the receptionist.

"Hello! What can I help you with?" The lady chimed.

"We're here to visit a man by the name of Saruhiko Fushimi."

"Ah, Mr. Fushimi! I was on shift when they brought him in yesterday. Poor kid. I wonder who did that to him." Yata's head only sunk lower. "I'm going to need your names first if you don't mind."

"I'm Kamamoto Rikio and this is Yata Misaki." He gestured to Yata.

"Well, Mr. Kamamoto and Mr. Yata, Mr. Fushimi is in room 201. Second floor, first door on the right. The elevator is right over there" She gestured to a long corridor with an elevator visible at the end.

"Thanks." Kamamoto replied, a little ticked.

The two started pacing down the long hallway. Yata's eyes seemed glued to the floor. Kamamoto followed the plain trim on the ceiling with his eyes, peering into each open room they passed by. While some rooms were empty, many were full with patients. The patients had been all laying or sitting in their beds. Despite them all being different people, one thing ran similar throughout each and everyone of them. They all looked miserable.

As the boys boarded the elevator, the ride was nothing but silence. The doors dinged and opened. The lady had been speaking the truth. You step out of the elevator and 201 was directly on your right. Yata could feel his heart pick up just looking at the numbers. His heartbeat started to his throat and he could feel himself shaking. Kamamoto put his hand over Yata's shoulder and reached for the doorknob.

"You sure you wanna go in here?" Kamamoto asked, concerned for Yata.

Yata took a deep breath and nodded.

The door slowly opened. The room was the standard white walls with off-white trim. A large window was placed on the far wall with two bed in front of it, being separated by a curtain. The window illuminated the room to where you didn't need the lights on. The first bed was empty, white and firmly pressed. The second bed however, was covered by the curtain. The sound of a steady patterned beep running throughout the room.

Yata froze in his place. He had started doubting even coming into the room. A cold shiver shot up his spine. He was freezing, yet sweating at the same time. Kamamoto looked to Yata in concern. Kamamoto took a deep breath and walked forward, leaving Yata at the door.

Kamamoto peered at the second hospital bed. Yata could hear him breathe heavily as his eyes laid on Fushimi. Kamamoto stared for a while, then turned to Yata, gesturing for him to come forth. 

Yata's trembling legs slowly inched forward, eventually making it to the curtain. He took a quick gulp before looking behind it. In the second bed, Fushimi's small frame laid still. His skin was washed over with a pale white color. He looked as if he were dead, the only indication of him being alive was the constant beeping of the heart monitor beside him.

Yata's breath quickened, breathing in shallow and exhaling sharp. Stars started to cloud his vision as he peered at Saruhiko. He could feel himself shaking violently. The room spun quickly and his head started to pound. An overwhelming and tense feeling grew in his throat, almost like he was going to puke.

He forced himself to look. To look at what he did and what he had caused. His eyes scanned over Saruhiko's lifeless looking body. He focused on to his face. Saruhiko had his head in a thick bandage wrap and smaller bandages all over his face. His left eye was black and his lips were busted. Yata just couldn't take the sight of it. His body dropped. Yata's lungs started to burn, his whole body started to ache. The only thing he could concentrate on was the beeping of the monitor. It rang in his ears, pounded in his head and sent shivers throughout his body. 

All of a sudden, everything went numb and his memory faded. Everything fell black and his body fell sound.