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Written By Both Vexen and Kiyotoe

Lazily opening my eyes, I groaned as the sound of thumping continued. It had just started a few minutes ago, but it was really starting to become quite bothersome and annoying. I swear to the gods of that's a Mormon I'm kicking his ass. I sighed, groaning again as I slowly sat up, reaching out as I slid my paw blindly over the small table next to me, feeling the cool pot iron of the lamp as I clicked it on.

Rubbing over my eyes I wondered if I really wanted to go and see what was causing that noise. It was too damn late for that kind of racked, and I was not locking forward to waking the others in the apartment to see if they were making the noise. Sighing as I stood, feeling the joints in my lower body pop, I made my way into the living room, where I was greeted to a sight that I will never forget.

"Kiyotoe? What the hell!?" I yelped, seeing him smash his face repeatedly into the wall, an unnerving amount of blood trickling its way down. Kiyotoe was mumbling non-sense to himself, giving it away that he was most DEFFENTLY not in his right state of mind. I cursed under my breath, wondering why in the hell his schizophrenia was acting up so badly. "Kiyo, hey, it's me. Kiyo." I started, slowly reaching out as I gripped his shoulder.

Then he whirled around, his eyes bulging wide open as blood poured from his busted forehead. The blood has trickled down most of his face, and had ended up on the tip of the white streak in his hair. Oh my gods. Was the only thing I could think, staring at him as smiled that creepy, most unnerving smile. "Hey there~." He cooed, wobbling around as he tried to keep from falling, no doubt from blood loss.

"Kiyo, I want you to sit down, okay?" I told him as I slowly reached out my paw, gripping his shoulder again.

"I can't.... too much to do and so little time... I don't wanna be late, it makes them mad when I'm late." He mumbled, staring blankly down at the floor, his lips still moving but producing no sound.

Looking around, I tried to think where the hell I had last put my phone. Then I felt a tug and whipped my head back around, seeing Kiyo make his way into the kitchen. Cursing again, I grabbed him, pulling him back into the living room. The last thing I wanted was for him to be near anything sharp. But apparently me grabbing him had spooked him, because he started flailing into me, catching me in the ear with his elbow. I let go of him, my vision blurry for a moment and my ear ringing. After a moment, both faded.

Kiyotoe was standing near our TV, staring at it as I only wondered why. But, seeing as how that fascinated him for the moment, I quickly ran back into my room, flinging my closet open as I reached up on the top shelf, gripping the roll of duck-tape I kept there. Hurrying back into the living room, Kiyo was still staring at the black screen of the TV. Grabbing his shoulders firmly I kicked his legs out from under him, riding him down as we fell into the floor. As he flailed, shouting out more non-sense I struggled as I flipped him over onto his stomach, straddling his back as I gripped his paws, one of them freeing it's self from my grip.

"Damn it Kiyotoe! Hold still." I growled in annoyance, gripping his paw again as I taped the two together. Luckily for me, he was scrawny. Surprisingly strong, but scrawny. I tried my best to keep him pinned down as I turned my body toward his flailing feet. He was still twisting and turning, trying to roll out from under me, making it rather hard to stay atop him. Grabbing his left foot, the heel of his right instantly caught me in the nose. I growled out painfully, feeling a crack as I pressed a paw against it, feeling a warmth trickle down my nose and in between my fingers. Cursing, I grabbed his other foot, gripping them in a hold as I taped them together with my free paw. Then, getting up, I wiped more blood away from my lip that had trickled down my nose.

"Hey! What's going on in there?" Came a voice on the other side of the door that led outside. Sighing, I padded over to it, opening it to the unfriendly face of my neighbor Jeff. "The fuck is wrong with you, making such noise at ni..." He started as I cut him off, opening the door wide enough for him to see a taped up Kiyotoe flopping around on the floor.

"Do me a big favor. Please, for the love of god, call 911 would you?" I asked, feeling quite annoyed and pissed at the moment.

He nodded, scurrying away in his closed bath rope. As I sighed, dragging Kiyotoe to the middling of the living room floor, I sat on him, making sure he couldn't bump into any shelves or walls for that matter. "Man you know how to keep someone busy don't you?" I sighed, knowing full well that Kiyo wouldn't be able to understand me. He was still flailing about under me, screaming out things about fires and puppies with knife. Although it all did sound a bit funny, I felt terrible for him. I had never seen his schizophrenia act out as badly as it was now, and I could only wonder what was going on inside that head of his.

*

Hearing the sirens as they pulled up into the parking lot below, I waited till paramedics came in. I helped them carry Kiyotoe down the steps, watching as they strapped him into the stretcher. And, climbing up into the back of the ambulance with him, we rode off.

As we reached the hospital, Kiyo had managed to calm down. I could hear his breathing tremble, so I guessed he must have been terrified at what was going on around him, no telling how his mind was making him see everything. Then the doors swung open and out we went, into the large building with it's perfectly white blinding lights. Me and Kiyotoe never did like hospitals all that much.

*

There I was, in the waiting room. One of the many, many things I hated about this place. The hospital was full of screaming children and shady looking people. I sat for hours, and at some point even fell asleep as I was awaken to a nurse gently shaking me by my shoulder.

"Sir, are you the one who came here with... Mister Felix Kiyotoe?" She asked, looking from her clipboard as she read and then back to me.

"Yes, I am. Is he alright?" I asked, leaning up in my chair.

"Sir, Kiyotoe condition is not all too well. His forehead has been split open, tremendous blood loss, and slight brain damage." She finished, looking at me gravely.

I sighed, leaning forward as I cupped my face into my paws, taking a moment to think. "Well, when will I be able to see him?" I asked, looking back up at her.

"Right now if you would like, we've got him bandaged up." She said as she turned away, leading me to his room. I bit back a groan when I saw him. His forehead was covered in an already stained bandage as his hair hung around him messily, his mouth hanging open slightly as his eyes blankly wandered about the room from his hospital bed.

Sitting down beside him in the chair that was provided, I looked him over. Never seeing him in worse condition before. "He will recover yes?" I asked, the nurse holding up a finger before leaving the room. A few moments later a male doctor came in, padding over to the other side of Kiyotoe's bed as he read over his clipboard, then took a long look at Kiyo himself. "You're friend here will in fact recover. Since his brain damage isn't anything too bad, it should be a few months till he recovers from that. But, his skull will need a bit longer." He finished, turning his attention over to me. "May I ask how you're friend here got these injuries?" He asked.

The last thing I wanted was to tell him that Kiyotoe had grown up with schizophrenia, knowing too well that they would place him into a mental ward, for his 'own good'. "We were drinking, and he got a little carried away as he slipped and hit his head on our coffee table." I lied, seeing as how the doctor frowned I knew he could tell.

"Well, alright then. Your friend should stay here for a week to give him some time to recover. We'll be able to get him started on some medicine during his stay." And with that, the doctor left.

*(Kiyotoe)*

Groaning, I rolled my head about. I had just woken up and without my glasses, I couldn't see anything clearly. But, I could most certainly feel the pulsing throb my head was giving off. It felt terrible. Then, I heard someone pad in as I turned my head toward whoever it was.

"Kiyo?" I heard, knowing instantly it was Vexen.

"Oh hey." I said weakly with a smile. "Mind handing me my glasses? I feel blind." I laughed, groaning as my head started throbbing a bit harder.

"Yes! Um, here." He said, gently slipping them over my ears for me. I blinked a few times, then widen my eyes in shock, sitting up as I quickly looked about where I was. "The hell am I?" I asked, looking over at Vexen.

"You're in a hospital." He said, offering his drink to me. I took it, feeling how hot it was and guessed it was coffee as I took a sip, tasting a heavy amount of sugar and sweetener, just the way I liked it.

"Why?" I asked, looking myself over and frowning at my hospital robe, wondering why I was in it.

"Well you see...." He started, fumbling his paws about as he thought to himself. "It goes a little like this...."