Boys For Hire!!

Chapter 28: Black Lies

Leaning on Akihiko's shoulder, I shift my whole weight onto him, which seems to trouble him not in the least.

"Am I not heavy?" I grunt out, desperately trying to keep weight of my legs as the blonde delicately loads me into a brown leather wheelchair. Adjusting my sitting position on the chair, I clip my hair with a beret on one side to avoid it getting into my eyes.

Akihiko let's out a short laugh, his soft hands trailing over my messy hair-do. "You don't weight very much. It's honestly concerning." Leaning down, he lovingly clips the beret into my hair.

Sighing, I let him wheel me outside the room and down the hallway, only looking up at him once when he moves in front of me to open doors.

Looking down at both my casted feet, I can't help but feel a sense of disgust. Akihiko'll have to take care of me now, or even mum. She'll have to take time off work. I'm such a bother to everyone...

"We're here." Akihiko announces. We stop in front of a pristine white door, similar to my own room door. The only difference is the number and the name plastered on the front of the door. I read the name in a slow, dreading way, then turn my head away to look at the ground. "We don't have to do this today, it's all good if you want to leave it a week or two."

"A week or two won't change anything, Akihiko." I harshly berate, gritting my teeth. "My legs are broken, not my brain. I don't need to be treated like a piece of glass."

"I'm not treating you like that, I just think that maybe it'd be better if you waited another week to recover before-"

"Can we just get this over with!?" I exclaim, hands gripping the handles of the wheelchair tightly. "It was your idea to see what Katsumi has to say. Yours. Don't make me come here then tell me to back out."

"You agreed to come, stop being like this." He bites back just as hard. "Stop whining like your the only one being affected by this, we're all just as hurt."

"Well your not the one sitting in a wheelchair, are you!?" I scream, drawing he attention of some passerby's. Dropping my head in my hands, I can't help the sobs that I choke out next. "You weren't there, Akihiko. All I remember was pain. The pain of seeing Ichi bleeding out on the floor and not being able to do anything, the pain of being hurt by someone you thought was your close friend, the pain of feeling when you're about to die." Sniffling, I press my palms against my watery eyes.

Moments pass by before the blonde crouches in front of me, palms pressed on mine. "I'm sorry." He swallows, his voice little above a whisper. "I didn't mean to say you were whining. I'm an asshole."

I bring myself to look at him, my heart torn apart when I see the water in his own eyes. "I... No, I'm sorry. I've just been thinking about myself. You must be going through a lot too."

He takes his hand in mine, pressing his lips onto each of my knuckles. Butterflies go off in my stomach, a slight heat illuminating my cheeks.

Sighing, I bring my hand to cup his cheek. "It seems like only yesterday my life revolved getting through a hellhole day at school being accused of murder then coming home to my mum cooking dinner."

His sigh matches mine. "The corporation has really changed your life..."

I nod slowly, not providing any other dialogue as he shifts around me to open the door to Katsumi's hospital room. As Akihiko pushes me in, I immediately notice the messiness of this room which differs to my pristine, neat one. There's bits of glass shattered on the floor, accompanied by a bright yellow sign citing "Wear Shoes". Curtains are torn of the hangers, bed sheets are strewn all over the floor, the IV stand that's stationed next to the bed is toppled over.