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"Then might I suggest you find out where he is staying?" Her tone was mildly annoyed at the time he was wasting on this. She huffed and moved to pick up her brother, one arm under the bend in his knees, the other on his back cell phone still in hand. He was mostly limp, the only sign that he was at least somewhat conscious was the wince on his face as he tried to bite back the pain.

"I'm going to prepare a ride for you to get there, but I need to know where it is."

Ryuutaro absolutely hated to have to do this Have to talk to his father, have to leave Hayato. It was the most frightening thought.
But he saw that is was necessary and that only made it worse.

So he all but rushed out of the room, his steps like more gunfire on the floor of the hallway as he caught his father just to get the address out of him. Because as far as Ryuutaro was concerned his father had absolutely no say in whether or not Hayato got brought there. He didn't like the thought, but everything was better than here.

So soon after he returned and at least could tell Bianchi the where in short words. He hated how she had talked to him, but right now he had no time to be nitpicky.

Bianchi nodded and shifted Hayato so that he could repeat the address to the man on the phone, then spewed out something that sounded like a venomous threat, then took off down the stairs and outside. She quickly laid Hayato down into the back of one of the cars, and grabbed the attention of one of the drivers... by grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, threatening his life and telling him where to drive. The driver nodded and scrambled into the driver's seat of the car to avoid Bianchi's wrath, while the woman turned to Ryuutaro.

Her demeanor instantly shifted from irritable and in control, to fearful, worried, and desperate. She placed her hands on Ryuutaro's shoulders as she spoke.

"The Doctor is going to meet you in front of the building, his name is Shamal. He may not look like much but he's been our family doctor our whole lives. Make sure to keep pressure on the injury to slow the bleeding as much as you can, and please take good care of my brother."

And with that she lets him go to get in the car with Hayato.

Ryuutaro hated that she touched him, but he was much too shaken himself to back away. It seemed like too much wasted effort for this moment. He nods, his breathing still shaky form the panic.
"I will not let him go."
It could mean various things, but Ryuutaro just couldn't think about anything but the fact that he would not let him die again. It was something he kept repeating in his head over and over and it was the only thing that kept him from crying as he stumbled inside of the car.
Placing his hands anywhere close to the injury was a horrible feeling... Hayato's blood on his fingers.. like in the vision... like in reality... He had to struggle to keep his breathing slow enough, but he could do this.
He was not letting him go ever again. This world could not have him, neither living nor dead.
"...you're better... so don't... don't even think about letting them get you... Hayato..."

Gokudera didn't respond, only vaguely aware that the words were being spoken, and to him, but he heard them. It took a few minutes to process, and he couldn't even think clearly enough to register who said them... but he kept breathing. He was in pain, he was hurt pretty bad, but if he just kept breathing he would be fine. So his breaths kept coming, shaky from the pain but still steady and strong.

The driver rushed to the address, where a rather disheveled looking man pushed himself up off the front steps to help his dipshit of an apprentice... but he sobered up a bit when he say his condition. He opened the door and looked at the... boy... definitely boy... his chick-senses were definitely not tingling with this one, and then held his arms out to try and pull Hayato out of the car, "Hand him to me."

Ryuutaro's heart and mind were practically screaming at each other inside his head. His instincts told him to scream at every part of this filthy world, to keep Hayato to himself and never, never let any of these people get close to him again...

...but his mind knew that more than anything Hayato needed professional help. So he did as he was told, as careful as he could. His facial expression was a mixture of worry, anger and panic. This man should better be good at what he did or Ryuutaro would make him question all of his senses. Maybe he was weaker than anybody in this world, but he had trained battle hypnosis...
A thoughts process like this just further proved to himself how instable he was right now, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He could deal with sanity later.

Shamal scooped Hayato up and let out a 'tsk' shaking his head, before muttering something have to Hayato and half to himself, "Gonna be the death of me if you keep gettin' banged up like this, kid."

He walked into the building, letting Ryuutaro lead him to the room and getting the men by the door to let them in. He lay Hayato down on the bed and removed the blood-soaked clothes to get a look at the wound. He let out a sigh and reached into the white overcoat for some tools, and a needle and a small vial of liquid. Inserting the needle into the vial to take in the liquid he then inserted it by the would and injected the contents into the injury. Soon after Hayato's face relaxed as he no longer felt the pain. Then he started working on the injury, sewing up the wound. Despite the stumble when he walked, his hands were steady and he was calm in his work... though he did look somewhat irritated.

"Hey kid, what's your blood type?" He spoke without looking up from his work, it wasn't really a vital thing either, but Hayato had lost a lot of blood. He would live, but it would just make his job easier.

Ryuutaro felt nauseous as he watched Shamal work, but he didn't care. He would not take his eyes of Hayato again for as long as they were in this place and if that meant he had to watch this, then he would.

The question seemed to bring his mind back from very far away, but he still answered relatively quickly.
"I'm blood-type A."
At that he realized that actually he didn't know what Hayato was. They had missed on filling each other in on so much random information... But then again, they had done everything the wrong way anyway.

Shamal sighed, "No good, Hayato's a B." He he casually kept working, "I'll hook him up to an IV once I'm done."

It doesn't take him too long before he mends what needs to be mended, and cleans what needs to be cleaned to prevent infection, before finally stitching up the injury. Then he rummaged through his coat to pull out the IV bag and tubes, then looked around for somewhere to hang it up.

"Kid, get me a clothes hanger would ya?"

Not even that. Not even his blood was a match for Hayato's. If possible it made Ryuutaro feel even worse right now.

At the request a lingering unsure yakuza member earned a fan to the face as he was send to get the requested item. Ryuutaro was surprised how natural ordering these men around came to him. At least it served to get the clothes hanger a lot faster than if Ryuutaro would have had to search for it, given he had never even been to this place before.
Ryuutaro handed it over to Shamal and a second later he had told the yakuza to just leave already. He could explain what was going on to them later.

Shamal had spent the few moments Ryuutaro took fetching the hanger to bandage up the injury. Then, snapping off the bloody gloves and throwing them away, he takes it and sets it up to hang off the bedpost with the IV bag.

After finishing up with the IV drip, he sat back in a nearby chair and let out a sigh. "That should do it for now. He'll wake up soon."

Ryuutaro nodded, finally feeling again that his hands and legs were shaking a bit.
"That's good..."
He didn't know what else to say, his brain didn't work exactly coherent. The flashbacks in his head were slowing down, but they weren't about to stop and it made the world seem like it was a bit farther away than it should be. Ryuutaro walked over to the bed, looking down at Hayato, his lips pressed together.
Why did such things always have to happen?

Shamal watched the strange boy as he stood by Hayato, obviously worried. He let out a sigh and shook his head. He wasn't even getting paid for this.

"He's gonna be fine. This isn't the first time I've been hauled in because he got shot in the gut, or beaten up, or stabbed, or blown up, or some combination of any of those for that matter. He's been through a lot worse, but he's too stubborn to die."

There. Comforting. Bianchi was going to owe him big time for this. He doesn't even know who this kid is... and heck, he's in a yakuza's room. That's going to kill his rep if anyone finds out.

Hayato stirred slightly in his sleep, not much, but it looked like he would wake up soon.

Ryuutaro couldn't hold back a sharp exhaling of breath as Shamal said the last phrase. He wished it was like that. How he wished it was. But he's seen him die. He knew it was possible, it could happen, from one moment to another. In a matter of minutes the person he loved could be erased from the world and he knew painfully well how it felt.

"I can say that I know. I know him longer than a few days. It does seem impossible to go without seeing him injured... I have seen every level of injury on him." Which was probably true... "And I have to say it does not make it feel any better."

"So how do you know him? You friends from school or somethin'? Don't remember seein' you when I was over in Japan." Granted that had been a while ago, but still. The kid hadn't been there for the ring battles and to his knowledge Hayato hadn't gotten into trouble like that since.

It was also curious as to why Hayato was in Italy again, but really, it was none of his business.

And again... Ryuutaro wondered how many times he would have to clear up the state of their relationship again. And how they met. This was going to be difficult.
He half-worried that this man would react badly, too. Hayato had just gotten shot because of them being together... But he still didn't feel like hiding anything. And besides, his father's men were all around and he was almost sure that if he asked them to, they might even shoot a person.

"No, we did not meet in school. I don't have much to do with the people he usually spends time with. We have nothing in common, so it is quite possible that you have never seen me around them."
And so much was even completely true.
"Also Hayato and I are not merely just friends."

Shamal raised his brows, seemingly more surprised that Gokudera had made friends outside the Vongola than of him having a boyfriend. He chuckled a bit, finding this new bit rather amusing, "Y'don't say? And here I was thinking he was fine just settled so deep in the closet he found Narnia."

Much like Bianchi, he figured Hayato might swing for the other team a while ago... which was why teasing Hayato about women was so entertaining. Now meeting the boyfriend... oh he couldn't wait for Hayato to wake up.

Ryuutaro had to admit he had no clue what Narnia even was, but he assumed it was not relevant anyway. In a situation like this he really couldn't be bothered with pop-culture explanations.
Half-heartedly he opened his fan and attempted a smirk.
"It appears that I was able to convince him otherwise."
And Hayato him. Ryuutaro really couldn't say he had been leaning towards boys before... or towards girls, for that matter.
Then again, he still didn't consider himself to be a specific sexuality at all. 'Homosexual', 'Bisexual', 'Heterosexual'... it were terms he could not really see himself fit with and ultimately it didn't matter.
He had Hayato, he didn't need anything else... and he was him. Being Ryuutaro defied all need for further clarification.

"Yeah, I can see that." And he snickered a bit pointing to the hickey. He was very aware what that implied they had done, but thinking back on his attempts to give him flirting lessons and simply couldn't believe that Hayato could ever manage to get any. the boy was too much of a bumbling klutz to get that far.

Yeah, alright he just had to get Hayato up now, so many things he wanted to say to him. Shamal pushed himself up off the chair and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed... it would only be a matter of time before the boy could just feel his presence and reacted to it.

... At this point Ryuutaro made a mental note to himself to kill Hayato the moment he woke up. He had been furious enough to be marked in such a way, but for the entire world to see?! What an idiotic move.
While Ryuutaro had no problem with showing who he was with in public, he did have a problem with taking this level of intimacy outside.
The moment Shamal looked away he pulled his yukata up a bit more again, knowing very well that it didn't have much use.

The fortune-teller decided against commenting further though, keeping his last bit of grace as he looked back to Hayato in silence.
Instantly his fury vanished and was replaced with worry again. He was sure he wouldn't sleep a second before Hayato was fine again. The irrational fear of him vanishing was too big.

Gokudera made a little noise and twitched a bit in his uneasy rest. Shamal smirked and lightly patted the side of Gokudera's face.
ng it.
"Come on sleeping beauty time to rise and shi-"

And before Shamal could get out the last of his sentence, Gokudera sleepily opened and eye... and instinctively slammed his fist up into Shamal's nose upon seeing his face. The doctor stumbled back holding his now bleeding nose.

"Ah- sunnova bitch, why's it always in the face?!"

Gokudera didn't pay much heed to Shamal, in fact he had just punched the man out of reflex, he had no idea where he was or much of anything. He groaned a bit and tried looking around, when he saw his boyfriend looking at him worriedly.

"A-amore..."

Ryuutaro would've at least raised an eyebrow at that scene, if he hadn't been so worried and out of his mind right now. His thoughts were fluctuating in odd manners and he really couldn't care less about beaten doctors right now.
So he paid Shamal absolutely no mind and just kind of fell to his knees next to Hayato's bed.

"I'm so glad..."
And he was. He wanted to take Hayato's hand, anything, but as he reached out he noticed that there was still a bit of dried blood on his hands. For a moment he hesitated, but then he took Hayato's hand anyway, although he wasn't able to stand looking there.

Gokudera just smiled and closed his eyes feeling the warm hand holding his, but the smile was brief. It only took a few moments before the events at his father's house came flooding back to him and his eyes started to water.

"Ryuutaro... he... I... I'm not...."

He held Ryuutaro's hand tighter. He was unwanted... he was such a horrible person that his father couldn't even speak to him as though he was a person. Why was he so horrible that he couldn't be loved... why couldn't he have a family?

Shamal was about to put up a fuss when he saw Hayato's emotional state. He figured it would be better to just leave him in his lover's hands until he calmed down. He didn't like to get into these sorts of matters.

"No."
It was almost defensive, it came out so fast, but Ryuutaro couldn't help it. Hayato's father was wrong, everyone was wrong, this entire world was. He was not even going to consider it to be any other way, because he knew he was right.

"Whatever he said, it's not true. Such a person can't be right."
It was the only truth Ryuutaro knew about this. He could look down at this messed up boy with the thousands of traits he hated or should hate... and he still was convinced he was the only beautiful thing this world had ever created. And Ryuutaro wasn't willing to look at this place long enough to let it prove him wrong.

"But... h-he... he's my dad." It had to mean something if his own father threw him away like that. Ryuutaro's father hated him too, and so did his mother. The tears started streaming down his face, and he just broke down in sobs. It was usually much harder to get him to cry but at the moment he couldn't feel any lower.

"W-what's wrong with me Ryuutaro? Wh-what did I do wrong?" He loses the inability to speak for a moment, " Wh-why am I s-so horrible... th-that I... I can't have a f-family like you?"

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IGNORE REIJI'S SLEEVE; OKAY?

Dera just stole his shirt. IT'S COOL.

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