Hiya! This chapters a little short, just over 1k but I really wanted this cliffy soo...

Klein leaned heavily against the hospital wall as if it were a choice and not helping him keep himself up. The tall man sitting on the bed was just going through assurances to his nurse. He'd be fine. He was only going to be across the hall for an hour, tops.

The Agil's nurse fixed Klein a fearsome spectacled glare as if he were the root of the whole problem. Well, maybe Klein had speed up the process by informing the trader—ex-trader—that Kirito was alive.

Agil swallowed a vitamin pill and pulled himself off the bed, making his way over to the door. "Ready, Klein?"

The red-haired swordsman wanted to flash a bright smile and tell his friend that he was born ready. In truth, he was not ready. But that was only something Agil would understand until they entered Room 337.

The two men took the elevator down to Floor Three, having no expectations on their physical strength. Klein showed me to Kirito's room but stopped him before they entered. Klein had tried coming earlier in the morning but it looked like his sister was in there with him, finishing up a visit, so he'd decided to grab Agil while he waited.

"Listen, he's not at walking around strength. The Nervegear zapped him pretty bad—" Klein started hesitantly.

Agil gave him a kind smile. "I'll be fine. I'm just glad to have the chance to talk to him," an unspoken I never thought I'd get another chance hung at the end of his sentence.

Agil grabbed the doorknob and pushed it open. It was empty except for the small, pale boy laying quietly, sheets smoothed over him. The two SAO survivors dutifully took their seats by their friend's sleeping form.

"Hey, buddy. I'm back. Agil's with me." Klein said sweetly, pushing the bangs off Kirito's damp forehead. To his surprise, Kirito's gray eyes fluttered open.

"A-Agil?" His eyes roved around slowly, trying to retake his surroundings.

"Here, Kirito." Agil said, his kind face punctuated with a frown. He tapped Kirito's hand to draw his attention, trying not to notice how cold they were. When Kirito found him, his mouth drew into a grin. "How are you feeling?"

"The doctor took me off sleeping meds. Everything's a little clearer." Then he frowned. "And a lot sorer."

Klein burst into an unexpected laugh. "Welcome to the club, friend."

"Have you seen Lizbeth or Silica?" Of course Kirito's mind wandered to the welfare of his friends.

"I haven't stopped by their rooms yet, no. My nurse told me they were doing fine so they'll probably come and visit you pretty soon." Agil reassured him.

"Good. I'm glad so many people made it." Kirito sighed, weakly shifting to make himself more comfortable. It occurred to Klein that since Kirito had disappeared—died—before the end of the game, he had no idea how long after it took for them to return to their bodies. He was seeing it as if he'd left them in a fight.

Klein gripped the corner of the mattress tight in his hands. "Kirito, you saved all of us from SAO. After you disappeared, we were only in that world for another five seconds. You were the last—" to die.

Kirito shuddered out a shaky breath of relief, suddenly looking a little tired.

"Klein, Agil, I want to see Asuna."

The two men looked at each other. It was a spontaneous request but not unexpected. Still, they looked doubtfully at the boy between them.

"I'll be fine, I want to see Asuna. I just need a couple minutes to wake up. They just took me off sleeping meds." Kirito continued

Klein grimaced. Even if Kirito thought he was better, and thankfully was looking a little better, he was less lucid than he thought he was. He was repeating himself. And he was very sure Kirito shouldn't be moving.

"We'd better take a rain check on that one, buddy. How about tomorrow or the next day? She's all the way on the second floor." Klein suggested.

Agil nodded. "In the mean time, I'm sure we can find things to keep us entertained." He looked around the room. "How about a board game?"

A three-fourths of a game of Sorry! later, Kirito had started yawning and his friends had taken pity on him, called a three-way tie and packed up the game. Klein waited at the door for Agil, promising to stop by again after dinner with a concerned look on his face that he had worn since finding out Kirito was alive. Agil leaned down over Kirito, put his large hand under Kirito's head and an arm under his shoulders and pulling the black swordsman into a tight hug. Klein diverted his attention to grant his friends privacy.

"Kirito, don't you dare do that ever again." Agil said, his voice thick. One of Kirito's hand fluttered up weakly to touch Agil's back in a imitation of a hug.

"I'm sorry for worrying to Agil." His voice sounded sleepy and sad. "Thanks for coming."

Agil set him down gently, sniffed and smiled. "Of course, man. I'll be back before you know it."

Klein and Agil made it over to the elevator. It was clear Agil was tired too, judging by his slumped posture. Kirito wasn't the only one who was getting a nap after this.

Kirito opened his eyes. His room was dark and quiet. He carefully manuvered himself onto his shaky legs and bent down to pull the cord to the the heart monitor. After waiting a few seconds, he pulled off the wires and with a wince, removed his IV.

Floor Two. Kirito had somewhere to be.

Another chapter to follow! With some Agil POV, some more familiar faces and a little more into Kirito's state of mind. Please tell me what you think!