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A/N: Alright, so this is a spin-off of what happened at Haruhiko's house when Misaki fell from the window.

Misaki's POV:

As I secured the line of sheets between my hands, I ignored the dog barking faintly in the background, focusing only on escape. I looked down and couldn't help but smile. The dog was now closer, but it didn't matter.

"Awesome! Dude, I look so cool right now! This is just like an escape scene out of a comic book or a movie!"

I began to slowly scale down the side of the Usami mansion's wall. I heard Usagi-san call my name from down below, and as soon as I turned to see him, I could hear a ripping sound from above.

I looked up just in time to see the line of blankets ripping. As I plummeted towards the ground, I could hear Usagi-san call my name again, with a paniced urgency.

I hit the ground hard and let out a strangled grunt. I could hear the voices of the servants faintly behind me as my world swam. I couldn't make out any of their words. I could only hear the sound of Usagi-san calling my name as the world faded before my eyes.

I felt myself being lifted from the ground. People were speaking angrily, but I wasn't sure why. Was it because of me? Before I could even attempt speaking, a pair of soft, familiar lips found mine. I didn't have the strength or coherency to resist.

With that, my world left me.

Usagi-san's POV:

I held my world in my arms. How could I have let this happen? He was so small and fragile, arms hanging limply by his sides. He was unconscious now as I glared at my half-brother, wishing painful things upon him.

The servants had long since scrambled off to call an ambulance.

"Haruhiko...this is the worst thing you've ever done. Stay away from Misaki, from now on, or I'll make you regret it."

I could hear the ambulance's whining siren fast-approaching. I made my way around to the front of the house to meet them. My heart nearly broke as the paramedics loaded my sweet Misaki onto a stretcher.

The ambulance ride seemed agonizingly slow. I willed them to go faster. Misaki needed help...

I felt tears begging to fall from my eyes, but I refused to let them. Only Misaki was allowed to see me cry...only Misaki.

While he slept, I was approached by a man I vaguely recognized.

"Usami-san?"

"Akihiko." I corrected him.

"Right, Akihiko-san, I'm Misaki's doctor, Dr. Kusuma. Misaki has suffered a sprained ankle and a slight concussion. He should come to soon enough, but for now we're keeping a close eye on him while he sleeps. He seems to be alright for the most part."

I breathed a sigh of relief, though I wasn't yet satisfied.

"When can he go home?"

He shook his head.

"We're not sure. We still need to run some routine tests, but my guess is about a week."

A whole week without Misaki being safe at home with me...I would just have to stay strong for those painfully long seven days. I would stay strong for Misaki.

It was ten o'clock at night and the nurses and doctors had finally left me alone with Misaki. Never once did I let go of his hand. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. I could watch him like this forever, though I would have preferred to see his deep green eyes that seemed to look straight through me.

It was then that I began to cry. Tears ran down my cheeks, staining my pants and shirt, but I didn't care. I would cry enough tears to fill the world's oceans if it meant keeping my Misaki safe.

Eventually I fell asleep, my head resting next to his frail body on the bed, his hand still in mine. I wouldn't let go, even for a moment.

The next morning, a nurse awoke me at seven. I looked down at the sleeping boy. Would he wake up today? Oh how I hoped he did. I wasn't sure what I would do if he didn't wake up. What if...what if he never woke up?

No, no, no, no!

I forced such thoughts from my head. He would get better! He had to!

I placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and began to talk to him while we were alone. I told him how much I missed him and loved him, and hoped that he would wake up soon so I could take him home. I told him how sorry I was that I hadn't kept a closer eye on him, that if I had just ran a bit faster, I could have caught him and he wouldn't be hurt like this.

Aikawa came in with a bouquet of flowers for him. She said nothing when she saw me, only gave me a tight hug before placing a hot breakfast meal she'd picked up at the McDonalds at the corner on my lap. I couldn't resist the call of hunger that gnawed at my stomach.

It was three more hours before anything else happened. I just sat, listening to the beeping of equipment around the room, talking to him, stroking his hand. The heart monitor sped up as he bolted upright, looking frantically around the room.

"Misaki. Misaki! Calm down, you're alright. You're in the hospital."

He slowly turned towards me, tears forming the the corners of my eyes. He was finally awake.

His first words to me could easily have broken my heart a million times over.

"Um...who are you?"

Yup! Wow, that was my first fanfic in a long time, and it actually came out pretty well. Please R&R, tell me what you thought!

Next chapter will be up soon enough.