Hey everyone! I'm so so so super sorry for the really really horribly late update…. Things haven't been the most smooth-sailing this year, plus the amount of homework and tests the school gives us is crap. But anywho, here's another chapter and the last chapter of this storyyy Sorry if it isn't very good… but I hope it'll make up for the amount of time I made you wait, somehow... Well without further ado, here's chapter 5!

"Gah! Oh god! Oh god! What did I do?!" Nice panicked in a frenzy. He would be running all over the place, if Art's sleeping form wasn't in his hands.

"Baka…" Ratio faced palmed, sighing as he packed up his things. "I should have just given you pills instead."

"You're the best, Nice!" Birthday said, before bursting in laughter, clutching his sides while tears formed in the corner of his eyes from laughing so hard. "Nice is the only person I know who can accidentally drug his own friend."

"Shut up! It was an accident. A complete accident! Oh god Art's going to kill me when he wakes up!"

"You mean if he wakes up." Birthday added, still laughing hysterically.

The thought hit Nice. What if he had literally poisoned Art? What if he never wakes up…?

"Oi Birthday," Rati cautioned, noticing the change in atmosphere. "He'll wake up, the drug doesn't last for more than 12 hours."

Nice heaved a sigh of relief, not knowing that he had held in his breath. "Thanks Ratio, I owe you one."

Ratio nodded.

"Nee, nee what about me? I helped to you know, coming here at 3 in the morning." Birthday said cheekily, slinging an arm over Ratio's shoulders, to which Ratio promptly shrugged it off.

"If you didn't break the glass in the first place, none of this would be happening right now!" Nice screamed, annoyed.

"Ma, ma, no need to get so mad." Birthday pacified, "Ratio said the medicine won't last for more than 12 hours right? So it'll be fine! Totally fine!"

Nice groaned and sighed, rolling his eyes at Birthday, before returning his attention to Art, who was laying motionlessly in his arms.

"Anyway, for now, I suggest you'd better get Art back into bed." Ratio reasoned. "As for the medicine, I'll leave them on the kitchen table. And for God's sake Nice, please read the labels next time."

"Yeah yeah, I got it."

"Sore ja, see you then Nice!" Birthday waved, dragging Ratio out of the door. "Matta nee!"

Nice sighed, wiping the beads of sweat off Art's forehead before replacing the cold towel back on his forehead. The room was dimly lit, saved for the little sunlight that filtered through the drawn curtains. He glanced at the clock. The red LED light read 1.06pm, just over 10 hours since Birthday and Ratio had come.

Nice ruffled his hair, vexed. Maybe it was the exhaustion getting to him. Or maybe it was the fact that he knew Art might not, okay, would not be in this state if it weren't for him. Either way, Nice was tired.

"It's not your fault…"

Nice was broken out of his reverie by a soft voice. His eyes met Art's half lidded ones.

"It's not your fault Nice, you were just trying to help." Art said as if reading Nice's mind. His voice was still as soft but more insistent this time. He attempted to get up, but upon realizing he didn't have the strength to do so, he gave up, opting to lay down and stare at Nice instead.

Nice blinked, before realizing what was going on.

"Oh my gosh Art you're awake! Are you okay? I'm so so sorry, I didn't mean to drug you, but you had a headache and Ratio said it was medicine and I thought medicine cures everything since doctors prescribe it and Ratio's a doctor and -"

Nice was cut off by the sound of Art giggling. He didn't remember when was the last time Art had laughed.

"It's alright Nice. I'm alright. Sorry to have worried you."

A faint blush crept up to Nice's cheeks, as he looked away, absent-mindedly scratching the bandage on his cheek, almost as if he was at a loss for words.

Nice sighed. "Gosh Art you have no idea how worried I was. Seriously, take care of yourself. No more working past midnight, got that?" Nice attempted to say authoritatively, but at this point it sounded nowhere near as firm as he wanted. The only thing he could feel was relief.

"I'll try to keep that in mind." Art replied, his lips curling upward in a small smile. "Nice?"

"Yeah?"

Art gestured Nice to come closer. "Thank you."

Nice seemed slightly taken aback, before he started laughing, making Art confused. "There's no need to thank me. We're friends, aren't we?"

The perplexed look on Art's face was replaced by a calm one, one Nice would define as happy. "I guess you're right."

Nice grinned, before slipping under the comforter with Art.

"Nice?"

"Wah, it's so comfortable here." Nice smiled, his blue eyes meeting Art's dark purple ones.

"You're going to catch my fever." Art pointed out, noticing how close they were now. Their face was merely inches apart, and if it weren't for Nice's eyes, Art would have instinctively looked away.

"Well, then it'll be your turn to take care of me." Nice smiled. "Besides, I have a good immune system; they say idiots don't catch colds.*"

They laid in silence like this for a while, merely enjoying each other's company. Time seemed to have stood still; the only sounds audible were merely the sounds of them breathing.

"Hey, Art?"

"Yeah?"

"What was the nightmare you were having?"

Art didn't reply, opting to close his eyes instead.

"If you don't wanna talk about it, it's okay-"

"You."

"Huh?"

Art turned and faced Nice. "I dreamt about you. You got stabbed. There was blood. A lot of blood." Art looked away.

For a moment, there was an awkward silence between them. Suddenly, Art felt the bed shift, before two strong hands enveloped him in a tight embrace.

"Nice?"

"I'm not going anywhere." Nice said, his head buried in the crook of Art's neck, inhaling Art's scent. "I told you. I'll be here."

Art blinked, before he closed his eyes once more and smiled. "I guess so."

Nice was about to fall asleep, when he felt soft lips meeting his own.

The kiss was soft, light, sweet. Just like Art.

Nice returned the kiss in the same way, and in that moment, the two of them merely felt bliss. Complete bliss.

"Nice?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

Those three words were like music to his ears, as he closed his eyes and drifted off into a peaceful slumber, holding his friend, and maybe, just maybe, lover, close to him, enjoying the warmth and the presence.

"I love you too, Art."

*I dunno which anime I heard this from but apparently there's this Japanese sayings that idiots can't get sick? I dunno but I found it funny so I wanted to use it hehehe

Hehehehe they're togetherrrr (sort of, kind of, maybe I dunno haha) Please leave comments they help me improve and make my day too hehe. I'll be starting on another story hopefully (When I figure out an anime that I can come up with something to write about haha) but the updates are gonna be super slow…

If you have any suggestions, not satisfied with the ending of this story, have any requests and don't mind my rather bad writing skills, feel free to tell me :3 I'll see if I can or have time to write what you'd like hehe

Once again thank you so much to everyone who's read, favorite, followed, and commented on this story. It really makes me very happy See you soon hehehe. じゃ 待った ね!