Two crimson eyes opened. The grey-headed boy blinked confusedly in the sudden light. Squares, he mused. Why am I looking at squares? His head felt like it'd been stuffed with cotton wool, and his chest hurt.
The air he was breathing was cold. There was something covering his mouth and nose, and it was from this that he breathed, a steady stream of cold oxygen hissing softly.
Unfamilar ceiling, the boy mused. Hello ceiling. Where am I? "Where am I?", he said weakly.
Something rustled to his left, and he turned his head. A pair of sad blue eyes looked back at him. "Kaworu, you're awake," the owner of those eyes said, smiling tiredly.
"Shinji," whispered Kaworu. He was glad to see him. "Where...?"
Shinji stood and stretched himself. He'd dozed off, curled up in a ball on a chair to make himself comfortable, and now his body was protesting. Shinji pulled the chair closer to the bed and took Kaworu's hand as he sat down. "You're in Tokyo-2 General Hospital. Dr. Akagi says you're going to be fine."
Kaworu studied Shinji's hand in his own, noting the round scar on its back, and feeling a similar lump on Shinji's palm. Third Impact must have hurt. He was glad to have spared Shinji the worst. "Are you all right, Shinji?"
"Yes, I'm OK." Shinji gave Kaworu's hand a squeeze, and leaned in closer. "We won. We did it, you, me, Asuka, we all did it. We saved the world."
"That's good." Kaworu closed his eyes briefly. He caught Shinji giving a huge yawn as he opened them again. "You must be tired, Shinji. How long have you...?"
Shinji looked away embarrassedly, saying, "Just a few days, Kaworu." A few weeks was the actual time Shinji had been waiting at Kaworu's bedside. Misato had to literally drag him away from time to time to make him eat, and wash up. His normally impeccable school uniform was rumpled.
Kaworu tried to shift himself a little to the side.
"What are you doing?"
"Making room, Shinji. Or trying to." Kaworu tried shifting a little more, this time with Shinji's help. Shinji moved to the foot of the bed and took the grey-head's feet, moving them to the right.
"Room?" Shinji puzzled, carefully placing Kaworu's legs down, and moved to hook his arms under the other boy's armpits..
"For you." Shinji almost dropped him. "Sleep next to me. Come on," he patted the space next to him on the bed.
"Sleep?"
"I would like you to." Kaworu smiled when Shinji yawned deeply again. "You look look really worn."
He was a bit worn out. Sleep. On a bed. That would be a very good idea right now.
Shinji plumped down on Kaworu's left, where he'd made some space, undid his shoes and stowed them neatly under the bed, before climbing in next to Kaworu. There wasn't very much room, so the two boys were rubbing shoulders. Kaworu tilted his head towards Shinji, his soft, unruly grey hair brushing against Shinji's cheek. Instead of shying away, Shinji responded for once, putting his arm around Kaworu's shoulders and pulling him in.
"I love you, Shinji."
"I know," Shinji replied, echoing Kaworu's reply to him that terrible moment almost a month ago. Shinji, remembering, hugged Kaworu even tighter. "I know."
"No!! Please, don't take him away!!" Shinji cried, struggling against Misato and half a dozen NERV security guards. "What are you going to do to him?"
"Shinji, he's an Angel. One of the enemy. We have to do this." Misato said, trying to reason with a very distraught Third Children.
"Misato, how can you be so cold? He... he's practically surrendered to us!! To me!! I promised no-one would harm him!!" Shinji, sobbed, collapsing at Misato's feet.
"Shinji, get up, please. I have to go and look after things." Misato tried loosening Shinji's clutch around her calves. Finally succeeding, she pulled away, leaving Shinji curled up and sobbing on the floor.
Kaworu did not struggle in his restraints, not even when Misato strode towards him steaming like a battleship. "Will Shinji be all right?" Kaworu was very worried. Shinji was so delicate on the inside, he saw that the first time they'd met.
"Don't worry about Shinji, you monster."
"Why are you so angry?"
"Shut up."
"Kaworu!!" Shinji cried out from the distance. "I love you!"
"I know!!" Kaworu turned and replied. "I know!!"
"Shinji, don't squeeze so tightly." murmured Kaworu in Shinji's arms.
"Oh, s-s-sorry," Shinji spluttered, relaxing his hold somewhat, rubbing Kaworu's shoulders gently. He pulled the blanket over them both, kissed the top of Kaworu's head and settled down to sleep.
(A/N Sorry if it was a rather short. The second part had me tensing up for some reason. Review, or review not. There is no try.)
The air he was breathing was cold. There was something covering his mouth and nose, and it was from this that he breathed, a steady stream of cold oxygen hissing softly.
Unfamilar ceiling, the boy mused. Hello ceiling. Where am I? "Where am I?", he said weakly.
Something rustled to his left, and he turned his head. A pair of sad blue eyes looked back at him. "Kaworu, you're awake," the owner of those eyes said, smiling tiredly.
"Shinji," whispered Kaworu. He was glad to see him. "Where...?"
Shinji stood and stretched himself. He'd dozed off, curled up in a ball on a chair to make himself comfortable, and now his body was protesting. Shinji pulled the chair closer to the bed and took Kaworu's hand as he sat down. "You're in Tokyo-2 General Hospital. Dr. Akagi says you're going to be fine."
Kaworu studied Shinji's hand in his own, noting the round scar on its back, and feeling a similar lump on Shinji's palm. Third Impact must have hurt. He was glad to have spared Shinji the worst. "Are you all right, Shinji?"
"Yes, I'm OK." Shinji gave Kaworu's hand a squeeze, and leaned in closer. "We won. We did it, you, me, Asuka, we all did it. We saved the world."
"That's good." Kaworu closed his eyes briefly. He caught Shinji giving a huge yawn as he opened them again. "You must be tired, Shinji. How long have you...?"
Shinji looked away embarrassedly, saying, "Just a few days, Kaworu." A few weeks was the actual time Shinji had been waiting at Kaworu's bedside. Misato had to literally drag him away from time to time to make him eat, and wash up. His normally impeccable school uniform was rumpled.
Kaworu tried to shift himself a little to the side.
"What are you doing?"
"Making room, Shinji. Or trying to." Kaworu tried shifting a little more, this time with Shinji's help. Shinji moved to the foot of the bed and took the grey-head's feet, moving them to the right.
"Room?" Shinji puzzled, carefully placing Kaworu's legs down, and moved to hook his arms under the other boy's armpits..
"For you." Shinji almost dropped him. "Sleep next to me. Come on," he patted the space next to him on the bed.
"Sleep?"
"I would like you to." Kaworu smiled when Shinji yawned deeply again. "You look look really worn."
He was a bit worn out. Sleep. On a bed. That would be a very good idea right now.
Shinji plumped down on Kaworu's left, where he'd made some space, undid his shoes and stowed them neatly under the bed, before climbing in next to Kaworu. There wasn't very much room, so the two boys were rubbing shoulders. Kaworu tilted his head towards Shinji, his soft, unruly grey hair brushing against Shinji's cheek. Instead of shying away, Shinji responded for once, putting his arm around Kaworu's shoulders and pulling him in.
"I love you, Shinji."
"I know," Shinji replied, echoing Kaworu's reply to him that terrible moment almost a month ago. Shinji, remembering, hugged Kaworu even tighter. "I know."
"No!! Please, don't take him away!!" Shinji cried, struggling against Misato and half a dozen NERV security guards. "What are you going to do to him?"
"Shinji, he's an Angel. One of the enemy. We have to do this." Misato said, trying to reason with a very distraught Third Children.
"Misato, how can you be so cold? He... he's practically surrendered to us!! To me!! I promised no-one would harm him!!" Shinji, sobbed, collapsing at Misato's feet.
"Shinji, get up, please. I have to go and look after things." Misato tried loosening Shinji's clutch around her calves. Finally succeeding, she pulled away, leaving Shinji curled up and sobbing on the floor.
Kaworu did not struggle in his restraints, not even when Misato strode towards him steaming like a battleship. "Will Shinji be all right?" Kaworu was very worried. Shinji was so delicate on the inside, he saw that the first time they'd met.
"Don't worry about Shinji, you monster."
"Why are you so angry?"
"Shut up."
"Kaworu!!" Shinji cried out from the distance. "I love you!"
"I know!!" Kaworu turned and replied. "I know!!"
"Shinji, don't squeeze so tightly." murmured Kaworu in Shinji's arms.
"Oh, s-s-sorry," Shinji spluttered, relaxing his hold somewhat, rubbing Kaworu's shoulders gently. He pulled the blanket over them both, kissed the top of Kaworu's head and settled down to sleep.
(A/N Sorry if it was a rather short. The second part had me tensing up for some reason. Review, or review not. There is no try.)