-Part 2-

The Bloody Hands of the Destiny

 

 

*I never thought I'd allow myself to cry.*

 

The caramel haired boy sat quietly in the waiting room of the emergency ward, patiently waiting for Yohji and Ken to arrive. He sat in the chair, his legs brought close to his chest, and he rested his chin on his knees. It seemed like only minutes had passed since the doctor had discovered him in the room, crying.

 

*Not for someone else. Not since I'd been abandoned.*

 

Fresh tears welted in the corners of his eyes as he remembered all that happened. The doctor had tried to help him to his feet, and Omi had hit him, screaming that Aya was fine, and that the man was a liar.

 

*Yet Aya refused to ever abandon me. I can’t leave him now.*

 

After a half hour, Omi had been calmed enough to call Ken, who became hysterical when he learned that Aya was in the hospital.

 

*I'd watch over the redhead most of the night. He had a fever, and the jerk wouldn't let me take care of him.. he had already had a fever for nearly a week! Momoe had baked him a cake, and asked that I take it to him.. He ate it happily.*

 

Ken had said he'd be right over, as soon as he woke Yohji. Ken had cried. It made Omi feel even worse. He had never felt so guilty in his life. He cringed remembering Ken's sad voice.

 

*That was the last time I remember him smiling. I kept trying to help, but finally gave up after days of refusal. Maybe if I hadn't given up.. maybe he’d still have a chance..*

 

"Oh, Aya!" Omi cried, tears swept down his cheeks in a violent rage. He wanted to scream at everyone. He hated everything. Because Aya was.. Aya was...

 

*It's all my fault. It's ALL my fault!*

 

"You bastard..." Omi hissed into the empty waiting room. A nurse looked up from her book, and seeing Omi crying, quickly adverted her eyes and began to read again.

 

*Why didn't you let me help you.. you selfish bastard! It's obvious you are scared of your own demise!*

 

"But that's the problem, Aya.. So am I. So am I." he whispered, and wiping his eyes, dropped his head down, and rested gently against the seat.

 

 

*              *              *

 

 

"I KNOW what Myeloblastic Leukemia is, you ass! But how do you know that’s the proper diagnosis? I didn’t sign for a bone narrow test!" Yohji shouted.  The brunette wasn’t stupid. He knew someone had to sign for the testing to be done. And then it dawned on him. Omi. “Did Omi..?”

 

The doctor nodded. “Yes. Tsukiyono-san signed for testing to be done.”

 

Yohji glared at the doctor, fuming. “Why the hell would you let a seventeen year old.... nevermind. I  want to know NOW! What are Aya’s chances of remission?"

 

It had been nearly four hours since Aya had been admitted into the hospital. Nurses had swarmed around Omi, asking for permission to start Aya on different drugs, but Omi said no. It was Ken’s choice to put Aya on anything, since he was the one who held the redhead’s heart. Ken and Yohji arrived soon after, and were immediately taken to see the doctor.

 

Ken was in obvious shock. He’d been in that state since they’d arrived, and the mention of Aya dying sent him into hysterics. The doctor had ordered a sedative for the young man, because he couldn’t control his emotions anymore. It had only infuriated Omi more to see the nurse roughly shove the needle into Ken’s arm, and hear his sobs soften. Omi just had a bad feeling about leaving Aya here. He was completely against it, and by the look on Yohji’s face, he knew that the brunette felt the same way.

 

The doctor cleared his throat, and loosened his tie a little bit. "Remission? Well, we have to start Fujimiya-san on Chemotherapy as soon as possibly.. I’d prefer using Daunorubicin, 60 m/gm2 of Cytarabine, and Valium to ease the pain...”

 

Yohji’s eyebrow shot up high. "You want to put him on.. what?"

 

"Daunorubicin and Cytarabine. Why, are you familiar with these?”

 

Yohji shook his head. "Yes I am, and absolutely not." Ken nodded in agreement, suppressing sobs the best he could.

 

The doctor blinked, obviously shocked. "You.. you can’t! It’s in the best interests of the patient, and, and.."

 

Yohji shook his head, smirking broadly. "Aya is twenty. He is not a minor. We are his family, and we must sign for you to put him on ANYTHING. Don’t think I don’t know this. I know what

Daunorubicin does to people. If Aya lost his red hair.." Yohji’s eyes welt with tears at the though of Aya’s angry glare without the trademark fiery hair. The thought made him cringe. "No. We refuse."

 

"But.."

 

"No!" Ken shouted. "Aya’s.. Aya’s mine! I refuse to let you take him away from me!"

 

The doctor cleared his throat again and paused, as Yohji stood up, and motioning for Ken to sit, folded his arms, frustrated. He had no idea of the impact this had on Omi. The little boy hadn’t stopped crying since they entered the room, and when he finally had fallen asleep, a nurse put him in a spare bed. They hadn’t seen him since. "Suppose.." Yohji said softly. "Suppose we put him on chemo. Could he stay with us?"

 

"That’s absurd..." The doctor replied, frowning.

 

"No, it’s not absurd in the least. We want to keep an eye on our Aya, you ‘want what’s best for the patient," Yohji mimicked sarcastically. "That’s the only way we’d allow any treatment to be passed to Fujimiya."

 

"You do realize the dangers of this, don’t you?"

 

Ken jumped to his feet, trembling. "Look, asshole. I don’t care if there are dangers. I want Aya to stay with me. I’ll give you an extra key, your damned nurses can visit every day, but I want Aya back. I want our normal life back."

 

The doctor sighed, and pushed his glassed off his nose, tiredly. "Hidaka-san, you have to understand it’s not that easy, and.."

 

"No. It is that easy. That is the only way we will agree to any treatments." Yohji replied firmly. "With chemo, what are his chances of remission?" the brunette demanded. "There is no reason to use chemotherapy if he won’t have a remission!" he shouted.

 

The doctor flipped open the chart book and glanced over the sheets. "Calm down, please, Kudou-san. Let’s see.. well,  Tsukiyono-chan caught it quite early. It’s good that he decided to call the hospital. I would say with chemo that remission is a 90% chance.."

 

"90%!" Yohji yelped excitedly. If the chances were that high, Aya would only need a small dosage of chemotherapy. Maybe it wouldn’t be that terribly bad.

 

"Remission..?" Ken asked hesitantly. He was quite confused. It seemed Yohji knew alot more about the medicine procedures than he.

 

The doctor nodded. "Remission, yes. It means that the leukemia cells, or most, will be killed and it will put it into a... how shall I put this... a comatose state, so they will not reappear for months, maybe years. Remissions have been very successful in the past, and certain patients have not showed any sign of illness for ten years before. But it is still very risky..."

 

"Do you agree to our demands?" Yohji said suddenly, looking up.

 

The doctor clasped his hands, and looked into his lap. "You know that if Fujimiya shows any signs of his illness getting worse, that we will have to continue proceedings here, correct? We must have a key, and we will stop by several times during the week."

 

"Yeah, yeah, we know this." Yohji said. "If he has a 90%, god, I don’t think we have anything to worry about."

 

At that moment, all three men were startled by shouting of a ‘code red’, and three nurses and a doctor rushed by the hall. Yohji and Ken jumped from their chairs, and ran to the door to see where they were headed. The two men watched in horror as the staff flew into room 292. Ken screamed loudly, fresh tears springing to his eyes.

 

Room 292 was Aya’s.

 

 

[To be continued]