My Dirty Little Secret

Secret Ninety-Two: Hospital

Boom, boom, boom, dancing through the skies daichi kettobashite motto maiagatte~~

Everybody, put your hands up!! saa flyin' tsubasa ni nare mitemitai na muchuu ni nareru kimi ima da seichouki shinsekai e-

"I apologize, it seems I have forgotten to turn off my phone," Decim announced. He took out his measly flip phone to check the caller ID. Upon seeing the number, one he didn't recognize, he answered it, hoping it wasn't important.

Grell, currently sitting next to The Undertaker, gasped, "I can't believe someone like him has a ringtone like that! It is soooooo out of character!"

The Undertaker, currently sitting next to Grell, smiled in amusement, while Vincent, currently sitting next to The Undertaker, was trying to be talked into drinking by Izaya.

"Please? Just one time? I need to see what it is like when you are drunk! My curiosity will kill me!" Izaya whined, staring at Vincent with the best puppy-dog eyes he could muster.

"Nope," Vincent refused, for the 92th time tonight, "I'm not going to get drunk. Trust me on this, it wouldn't be good for anyone," The Undertaker nodded. It truly wouldn't be. Vincent was a terrible person when drunk, he should know, for he actually convinced the guy to get both drunk and high at the same time when they were in Vegas. Poor life decisions right there. Poor. Life. Decisions. He had to sleep in the same bed Vincent after that, it led to, complications, and unfortunately, neither of them got any sleep. At all. For the entire night. The Undertaker had to admit that it was fun, but not something that he would want to do again, for a looooonnnnng time at least. His body and mind were still recovering from it.

"If you really want to know, I am certain Uny can give you all of the details," Vincent slung and arm around his husband, grinning sadistically. He remembered their wedding night quite well, too well in fact. The Undertaker flinched at the contact, it was a good thing he still had his fringe, or everyone in the room would see his terrified expression.

"Plzno," The Undertaker muttered. Izaya watched intently, trying to get all of the clues he could about the situation. He was tragically upset that he hadn't heard a thing about their wedding experience. It was likely he never would, and Izaya hated not knowing things. He could look it up, but that would ruin the point of getting The Undertaker to spill the info himself. So, Izaya was being a good noodle, and waiting for the day when the story would be told.

"Izaya," Decim handed over his phone, "it seems this was for you. They must have called me by mistake."

Izaya took the phone, his face a bit grim. There was only one reason, one possible explanation, why Decim would be called instead of him. It had to deal with Shizuo, no, it had to deal with the hospital and Shizuo. Izaya knew this, because he had made a code for himself for every sort of emergency. He never placed himself, or Shizuo, as the emergency contacts, he placed the others, to try and clue him in for what sort of mental state he needed to shift to. But nothing could clue him in for this...

 "Hello?" he spoke. Everyone in Svante, at the bar currently anyways, quieted, confused, slightly curious, about what the conversation entailed. 

"Yes. This is Izaya Orihara," the raven-head rolled his eyes. Didn't they already ask Decim to hand the phone over to him? Why would he be someone else? Besides, just saying his name wasn't going to assure that he was actually Izaya. It could be someone else just saying that they were. Idiots.

"I'm sorry to inform you that there has been an accident. Your husband, Shizuo Heiwajima is currently in critical condition. Please come to th-" Izaya stopped listening, he stopped moving, he stopped breathing. Everything silenced itself. There were dark splotches in his eyes, he could feel his consciousness floating away. No, not now, now he had to remain calm. Clenching his teeth, gripping the side of the bar for stability, he continued to listen to the nurse on the other side.