There are two of 'em?!

Recovery

"Misaki," Mizuki sighed out as she entered his room. His shirts were thrown out as they were covered in blood, so his upper body was exposed. Mizuki, Anna, and Mikoto could see the gauze around the stab wound. The doctor walked in behind them.

"This wound will only take about ten days to heal, provided that he take it easy. I see that you guys are from that HOMRA group, so I would advise that he stay here for most of that time. From rumors, this boy never stays still and is always on the move," the doctor said. He then looked towards the red king, sweat-dropping. "Well, if you don't mind him staying here of course."

"Ah," he agreed, nodding his head slightly. The doctor let out a breath a relief and checked to see that the boy had everything. The IV's were good and the wound was properly bandaged. After making sure his patient would be fine for the time being, he nodded in farewell before leaving the room. Mikoto was just staring at his crush, heart pounding. He knew that the other was going to be fine, but he still couldn't help but worry. He knew that Misaki rarely listened to reason so there was a chance that he'd try to escape the hospital and injure himself further.

"Huh?" Misaki slowly woke up, not recognizing where he was. The room was all white and smelled too clean. He wrinkled his nose up at the smell, and tried to get up. A large, warm hand gently pushed him back down. He looked up to see Mikoto looking down at him. A blush crossed Misaki's face, especially when he looked down and realized that he was shirtless.

"Stay," Mikoto said. Misaki nodded absently, but wondered how he had gotten there. He could sense his sister was there, but knew that she'd be fine. They could talk to each other afterwards.

"What happened?" Misaki asked.

"You got into a fight and got stabbed with a pocket knife," Mikoto responded. Misaki then remembered, seeing it in his mind. But he still couldn't figure out how he had gotten here. Mikoto raised an eyebrow at the cute confused expression on his clansman's face. "The blue king found you and your sister, bringing you here."

"Why would he care?" Misaki asked, voice laced with confusion. Mikoto only shrugged and sat in the chair provided. He was about to tell Misaki that he was to stay in the hospital, when his phone rang. He pulled it out and answered it.

"Ah?" he answered.

"Is everything alright?" it was Tatara.

"Ah. Yata's in the hospital. Got stabbed. He's fine," he responded. Man of little words, he didn't feel like explaining it all the way. So he only told the man the basics.

"Oh? That's not good. Do they want him to stay?" Tatara asked.

"Ah," Mikoto agreed. Tatara made a noise of agreement.

"Makes sense. He'd never heal otherwise," the man said. "Well, we'll all come over when all of the boys get back."

"Ah. Bye," Mikoto replied. Tatara laughed lightly.

"Bye, Mikoto-san," Tatara said, hanging up. Misaki looked up at Mikoto. He was curious, but he'd never ask the man who it was.

"Tatara," he answered the unspoken question. Misaki nodded his head, looking away. Mikoto paused for a moment before he continued. "You'll be staying in the hospital to heal."

"What?!" Misaki yelled out, eyes wide. Mikoto looked at him, and Misaki immediately looked away in shame.

"You won't sit still. You'll be staying here. My orders," he added, just to make sure that the brat wouldn't try to escape.

"Yes, Mikoto-san," Misaki replied miserably. He really didn't want to stay here, but he if he was told to by his king and crush then he would. His twin helped him sit up in the bed. They all sat in silence for about fifteen minutes, before the rest of HOMRA walked into the room. Misaki's eyes widened. "Guys! What are you doing here?"