Pieces: Chapter 2
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Title: (?)
Author: saurgristiel
Rating: PG-13 (thematic elements)
Pairings/Characters: GacktxYou, Doctor, Miyuki (my name for Gackt’s sister, from excused-early
Genre: AU (seriously), Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: Gackt and You own each other. I own the OCs.
Warnings: Severe injury, Angst
Words: 2,343
Summary: Our two lovers are injured, one more than the other…
Notes: *hands out tissues*
This started out as an addition to “Responsibility” by takinchimera http://gacktjob-fics.livejournal.com/64892.html#cutid7 , but it ran away and came back with friends and took on a life of its own.
He sat there in the hallway, in a wheelchair, looking through the glass wall at his lover. Tubes and wires everywhere, bandages, monitors, all to make sure that he was alive and kept that way. They wouldn’t let him in the room, something about keeping germs away. He hadn’t really processed it yet.
There was a nurse in the room and it looked like she was prepping another tube to go into him. He fidgeted in his wheelchair. The doctor hadn’t talked to him since just after he’d been admitted about a dozen rooms away from this one. A nurse had helped him down here, after he’d demanded it. Even on the High-Profile floor, you were treated like a child by some people.
He continued staring at his lover even after the nurse had closed the blinds. He wondered where that tube was going to go, There weren’t many places left. A bandage around his head, butterfly closures on his face, a black eye, neck brace, 4 IV bags (2 were clear, 2 were red), and his leg was still in a splint, it looked like they hadn’t gotten to that yet.
“Excuse me, sir? Are you okay?” A young nurse held out a little package of tissues to him.
“Huh?”
“You’re crying.” She motioned to the tissues in her hands.
“Oh…” He took her offered tissues and wiped his eyes. “Th-thanks…”
"If you need anything, sir, don’t hesitate to ask.” She smiled sweetly at him and bowed, returning to her duties,
He himself was in much better shape than his partner. He had a soft neck brace, for whiplash, and an ankle and knee brace. And an IV for fluids, of course. They’d said he was lucky to have so few injuries, considering the state of their car now. But he didn’t feel that way. He felt empty and lost, since his lover was so hurt. That tube down his throat…
Suddenly the blinds opened again and the nurse collected up her cart of instruments.
“Nurse!” He called to her as she came out of the room. He wasn’t quite pointed in the right direction, but he hoped she noticed. He ached just calling to her.
“Yes, sir?” She left her cart and leaned down so that he didn’t have to strain his neck.
“When is the doctor going to be here?”
“I can go get him for you, if you’d like?”
“Yes, please.” She looked at his hospital bracelet then smiled and bowed, taking her cart with her.
He went back to looking at his lover, gripping the tissues in his hands.
“You-chan!” A woman called, almost jogging towards him. She dropped her purse and tried to catch her breath. “I’m sorry I took so long. The kids had to get out of school, then off to their fathers’…” She panted.
“I know, Miyu…” He wiped at his cheeks again.
“How are you?”
You attempted a shrug, but then just looked into his lover’s room. Miyuki followed his eyes and gasped at the sight of her brother.
“Oh… God…” Both of Miyuki’s hands went to her mouth and she sank to her knees. You rubbed her shoulder as she put her whole face in her hands.
They stayed that way for quite a while, until Miyuki calmed down. She composed herself, but didn’t look back at her brother. “Has anyone talked to you yet?” Her voice wavered as she spoke.
“Not yet… A nurse went to get his doctor…”
“It’s been so lo-”
“Excuse me, are you related to Camui-san here?”
They both looked up at the doctor. “I’m his sister and… um… yes.” Real smooth there Miyuki…
“Let’s go to my office and talk. Follow me.”
Miyuki picked her purse back up and pushed You’s chair after the doctor.
~*~*~
After they had all been seated, they did introductions. This was Doctor Tajiri and he was the head Immediate Trauma doctor. He would be looking after You and Gackt until they were stable enough to be released and moved to the regular ICU, respectively.
The department they were in was a secure area for the VIPs of Tokyo and Japan: celebrities, politicians, CEOs; anyone who needed protection from the general public. It was its own mini-hospital inside Tokyo University Hospital.
“So the two of you were in a car accident, centered on the driver’s side, correct?”
“Yes.” You answered.
On the large TV screen on the wall, they saw the doctor bring up You’s medical file.
“Kurosaki-san, you have pretty minor injuries: a bit of whiplash, a sprained ankle, and a dislocated kneecap, which has been returned to its proper position. Aside from the bruising from your seatbelt, you’ll be fine in a few days to a couple of weeks. Camui-san however…” He closed You’s file and brought up Gackt’s. He took a breath, wondering where to start. He found that in situations like this, clinical explanations, without trying to sympathize too much and therefore draw out the pain, worked best.
“It seems that the SUV that hit you did not even try to slow down, so he took the brunt of the impact. His injuries certainly reflect that. We’ll start from the bottom up.” He brought up an X-ray of Gackt’s lower left leg. “As you can see, his tibia and fibula are broken in multiple places. There are also hairline fractures in his patella and a few of the small bones in his ankle and foot. The hairline ones will do fine just with stabilization, but he will need surgery for the tibia and fibula. We haven’t done that yet because he’s had enough physical stress for the day. As long as he makes it through the night, we’ll schedule it in the next couple of days.”
He brought up an image of Gackt’s hips. “There are no large fractures from knee to waist, or on his right side, but there is some bone bruising, which is the stage just before a fracture.”
And another now, of his abdomen. “The reason that access to him has been restricted is that we had to remove his spleen. It had ruptured during the accident and that is what this darkness is on the image.” He used a large mouse cursor to point it out. “His left kidney is bruised as well, as are a little bit of other organs, but spleens are more fragile than the others. The spleen helps the immune system, so for the first couple of years without a spleen, it is easier to get sick. His body has enough to fix right now without having to fight off more germs.”
Now an X-ray of his chest. “Here on his left are four broken ribs, and one on his right. We have the four on the left secured because that many being broken can have an impact on breathing. One of them also managed to scrape his lung, but didn’t puncture it. We suspect that his left wrist is sprained as well, since there is some swelling, but no fractures. We have it stabilized, just in case.”
The doctor moved a tissue box closer to Miyuki and she wiped her eyes. The doctor gave them a few moments to collect themselves before he moved on. He then brought up a complied 3D CT scan of Gackt’s head. You’s passing interest in anatomy meant that he could recognize the sutures of the skull and could tell those apart from the fractures. He suspected Miyuki could too.
Head trauma was always the hardest for the doctor to tell the family about. “From the ER evaluation, we suspect there is no spinal damage, which is backed up by the CT scans, but humans are strange sometimes…”
The words ‘ER evaluation’ gave You conflicting feelings. Gackt had not been conscious the last time he had seen him. Had he woken up in the ER? You wiped at his cheeks at the thought of his lover waking up like that. But it meant that Gackt wasn’t dead yet, since he woke up. There was still hope that he’d be okay…
“As you can probably see, there is quite a fracture here. The Neurology team decided to remove that part of his skull to give his brain room to swell. Not only do you have the force of the impact, which caused the fracture, but you have the inertia as well and the brain can… for lack of a better term, slosh… back and forth and then swell from hitting the opposite side of the skull. They measured his cranial pressure and found that it was rather high, and that’s why they made the decision.
“He’s in an induced coma, both to keep his brain quiet and to keep him from suffering from his injuries. We won’t know the extent of any physical or mental deficiencies until he wakes up, if he does. His whole left side is one big injury. He’s in severely critical condition right now. We’re watching him very closely for any changes. Of course, we hope he’ll make it through the night, but as you can see, we’re going to have to do our best to help him. There are a few decisions that will have to be made by the end of the week, and I’ll give you some material to read later. He is somewhat stabilized, and his EEG readings are good for someone in that condition, so there is hope… We’ll have to see what the week brings.”
You couldn’t take his eyes off the image of his lover’s broken skull. Miyuki and the doctor were talking, but he wasn’t really hearing it. He felt increasingly colder as things settled into his brain. His ears caught a few words that yanked his attention away. “What?”
“Um… his heart did stop during surgery. They got it restarted quickly though, which is a good thing. We’re monitoring everything that’s going on in his body, and right now there seems to be no ill effects from it. His oxygen saturation stayed as high as could be expected, but with the other injuries, it would be hard to tell if anything was impacted by it. I personally believe it was just a little hiccup, his body reacting the way a body does to this much stress. I think he’ll be alright in regards to that issue.”
You wanted to reprimand him for not telling them that his lover’s heart stopped during surgery, back when they were talking about it. His lover was dead, no matter how short a time. But he couldn’t muster the strength. He just sat there, lost in his own mind while Miyuki and the doctor continued talking for a few more minutes.
“Where are his, and my, things?”
“They should be in the ER or this floor’s secure personal effects room. I’ll have someone get them for you.”
“Thanks…”
~*~*~
“This has to be hell...” You was back in his hospital room with Miyuki keeping him company and filling him in on what he had tuned out earlier.
“How are either of these choices good?” If Gackt was not showing signs of improving by the week’s end, the wanted to do a tracheotomy (which they preferred to do for their long term coma patients that needed the help breathing), to cut his throat open. And You and Miyuki had to make the choice. Risk Gackt’s vocal chords settling, adjusting, to a tube in his throat, for who knew how long, and other possible damage? Or risk nerve damage and preserve his chords, but maybe never sing or talk again? Really, neither choice mattered if he didn’t survive or never woke up. They were assured that the doctor had done thousands of surgeries, just like this (in fact he only did these), was the best in Japan and never had any nerve damage. It was almost like the guy knew where each patient’s nerves were so that he could avoid them, even in emergencies. But they still had to make the choice. It could ruin his career. If he even had one left when all was said and done.
That was another thing. One of them had to tell everyone in their ‘family’ and then the public. Gackt couldn’t just go missing (again), and the fans deserved to know, not just hear speculations and news reports of a car crash, or photos on the web. You was almost afraid to look at their cell phones when he got them back.
You rubbed his face. The day had started out so beautifully, if a bit early. It was not ungodly hot yet, even though it was late June, the sunrise had been beautiful, and the sunlight glinting off the dewed trees and grass gave everything a fairy tale look. It had been a big trick.
There was a knock at the door. “Excuse me. I’ve brought Kurosaki and Camui-san’s belongings.” The small nurse brought two large bags in with her and set them on the desk in the room. Then she bowed and left. Miyuki closed the notebook/binder that the doctor had given her (with explanations of all that was wrong with her brother and their treatment plans) and put it in her purse. She brought both bags to You’s bed and started to go thru them, numbly separating the bloody, cut clothes from the smaller items.
“Oh You… Are these…?” She held the two rings up together.
“Yes…”
“They’re gorgeous…” she examined them before putting them down. They needed to be cleaned.
You reached for their onyx bracelets, a bead breaking and landing on the bed. “Glasses?” Miyuki handed them to him. He brought the bracelets closer and examined them. Every single bead was cracked on both bracelets. ‘Oh man…’
A tear streaked down You’s cheek. ‘They did their best…’ He gently stroked the bracelets and said ‘thank you’. He took his glasses off and set them and the bracelets on the bed and started properly crying. Miyuki moved everything and comforted You as best she could.
AN: The medical stuff will be a bit… not quite right, but hey, it’s alternate universe. The timeline has also been played with, some things have happened (YFC, 3-11, Bunraku), and some things haven’t (“Not Alone” isn’t written yet, 3-11 is sometime in the past, but not just over a year, Moon Saga has not happened). Just a heads up for some events that may seem a bit off.
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Title: (?)
Author: saurgristiel
Rating: PG-13 (thematic elements)
Pairings/Characters: GacktxYou, Doctor, Miyuki (my name for Gackt’s sister, from excused-early
Genre: AU (seriously), Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: Gackt and You own each other. I own the OCs.
Warnings: Severe injury, Angst
Words: 2,343
Summary: Our two lovers are injured, one more than the other…
Notes: *hands out tissues*
This started out as an addition to “Responsibility” by takinchimera http://gacktjob-fics.livejournal.com/64892.html#cutid7 , but it ran away and came back with friends and took on a life of its own.
He sat there in the hallway, in a wheelchair, looking through the glass wall at his lover. Tubes and wires everywhere, bandages, monitors, all to make sure that he was alive and kept that way. They wouldn’t let him in the room, something about keeping germs away. He hadn’t really processed it yet.
There was a nurse in the room and it looked like she was prepping another tube to go into him. He fidgeted in his wheelchair. The doctor hadn’t talked to him since just after he’d been admitted about a dozen rooms away from this one. A nurse had helped him down here, after he’d demanded it. Even on the High-Profile floor, you were treated like a child by some people.
He continued staring at his lover even after the nurse had closed the blinds. He wondered where that tube was going to go, There weren’t many places left. A bandage around his head, butterfly closures on his face, a black eye, neck brace, 4 IV bags (2 were clear, 2 were red), and his leg was still in a splint, it looked like they hadn’t gotten to that yet.
“Excuse me, sir? Are you okay?” A young nurse held out a little package of tissues to him.
“Huh?”
“You’re crying.” She motioned to the tissues in her hands.
“Oh…” He took her offered tissues and wiped his eyes. “Th-thanks…”
"If you need anything, sir, don’t hesitate to ask.” She smiled sweetly at him and bowed, returning to her duties,
He himself was in much better shape than his partner. He had a soft neck brace, for whiplash, and an ankle and knee brace. And an IV for fluids, of course. They’d said he was lucky to have so few injuries, considering the state of their car now. But he didn’t feel that way. He felt empty and lost, since his lover was so hurt. That tube down his throat…
Suddenly the blinds opened again and the nurse collected up her cart of instruments.
“Nurse!” He called to her as she came out of the room. He wasn’t quite pointed in the right direction, but he hoped she noticed. He ached just calling to her.
“Yes, sir?” She left her cart and leaned down so that he didn’t have to strain his neck.
“When is the doctor going to be here?”
“I can go get him for you, if you’d like?”
“Yes, please.” She looked at his hospital bracelet then smiled and bowed, taking her cart with her.
He went back to looking at his lover, gripping the tissues in his hands.
“You-chan!” A woman called, almost jogging towards him. She dropped her purse and tried to catch her breath. “I’m sorry I took so long. The kids had to get out of school, then off to their fathers’…” She panted.
“I know, Miyu…” He wiped at his cheeks again.
“How are you?”
You attempted a shrug, but then just looked into his lover’s room. Miyuki followed his eyes and gasped at the sight of her brother.
“Oh… God…” Both of Miyuki’s hands went to her mouth and she sank to her knees. You rubbed her shoulder as she put her whole face in her hands.
They stayed that way for quite a while, until Miyuki calmed down. She composed herself, but didn’t look back at her brother. “Has anyone talked to you yet?” Her voice wavered as she spoke.
“Not yet… A nurse went to get his doctor…”
“It’s been so lo-”
“Excuse me, are you related to Camui-san here?”
They both looked up at the doctor. “I’m his sister and… um… yes.” Real smooth there Miyuki…
“Let’s go to my office and talk. Follow me.”
Miyuki picked her purse back up and pushed You’s chair after the doctor.
~*~*~
After they had all been seated, they did introductions. This was Doctor Tajiri and he was the head Immediate Trauma doctor. He would be looking after You and Gackt until they were stable enough to be released and moved to the regular ICU, respectively.
The department they were in was a secure area for the VIPs of Tokyo and Japan: celebrities, politicians, CEOs; anyone who needed protection from the general public. It was its own mini-hospital inside Tokyo University Hospital.
“So the two of you were in a car accident, centered on the driver’s side, correct?”
“Yes.” You answered.
On the large TV screen on the wall, they saw the doctor bring up You’s medical file.
“Kurosaki-san, you have pretty minor injuries: a bit of whiplash, a sprained ankle, and a dislocated kneecap, which has been returned to its proper position. Aside from the bruising from your seatbelt, you’ll be fine in a few days to a couple of weeks. Camui-san however…” He closed You’s file and brought up Gackt’s. He took a breath, wondering where to start. He found that in situations like this, clinical explanations, without trying to sympathize too much and therefore draw out the pain, worked best.
“It seems that the SUV that hit you did not even try to slow down, so he took the brunt of the impact. His injuries certainly reflect that. We’ll start from the bottom up.” He brought up an X-ray of Gackt’s lower left leg. “As you can see, his tibia and fibula are broken in multiple places. There are also hairline fractures in his patella and a few of the small bones in his ankle and foot. The hairline ones will do fine just with stabilization, but he will need surgery for the tibia and fibula. We haven’t done that yet because he’s had enough physical stress for the day. As long as he makes it through the night, we’ll schedule it in the next couple of days.”
He brought up an image of Gackt’s hips. “There are no large fractures from knee to waist, or on his right side, but there is some bone bruising, which is the stage just before a fracture.”
And another now, of his abdomen. “The reason that access to him has been restricted is that we had to remove his spleen. It had ruptured during the accident and that is what this darkness is on the image.” He used a large mouse cursor to point it out. “His left kidney is bruised as well, as are a little bit of other organs, but spleens are more fragile than the others. The spleen helps the immune system, so for the first couple of years without a spleen, it is easier to get sick. His body has enough to fix right now without having to fight off more germs.”
Now an X-ray of his chest. “Here on his left are four broken ribs, and one on his right. We have the four on the left secured because that many being broken can have an impact on breathing. One of them also managed to scrape his lung, but didn’t puncture it. We suspect that his left wrist is sprained as well, since there is some swelling, but no fractures. We have it stabilized, just in case.”
The doctor moved a tissue box closer to Miyuki and she wiped her eyes. The doctor gave them a few moments to collect themselves before he moved on. He then brought up a complied 3D CT scan of Gackt’s head. You’s passing interest in anatomy meant that he could recognize the sutures of the skull and could tell those apart from the fractures. He suspected Miyuki could too.
Head trauma was always the hardest for the doctor to tell the family about. “From the ER evaluation, we suspect there is no spinal damage, which is backed up by the CT scans, but humans are strange sometimes…”
The words ‘ER evaluation’ gave You conflicting feelings. Gackt had not been conscious the last time he had seen him. Had he woken up in the ER? You wiped at his cheeks at the thought of his lover waking up like that. But it meant that Gackt wasn’t dead yet, since he woke up. There was still hope that he’d be okay…
“As you can probably see, there is quite a fracture here. The Neurology team decided to remove that part of his skull to give his brain room to swell. Not only do you have the force of the impact, which caused the fracture, but you have the inertia as well and the brain can… for lack of a better term, slosh… back and forth and then swell from hitting the opposite side of the skull. They measured his cranial pressure and found that it was rather high, and that’s why they made the decision.
“He’s in an induced coma, both to keep his brain quiet and to keep him from suffering from his injuries. We won’t know the extent of any physical or mental deficiencies until he wakes up, if he does. His whole left side is one big injury. He’s in severely critical condition right now. We’re watching him very closely for any changes. Of course, we hope he’ll make it through the night, but as you can see, we’re going to have to do our best to help him. There are a few decisions that will have to be made by the end of the week, and I’ll give you some material to read later. He is somewhat stabilized, and his EEG readings are good for someone in that condition, so there is hope… We’ll have to see what the week brings.”
You couldn’t take his eyes off the image of his lover’s broken skull. Miyuki and the doctor were talking, but he wasn’t really hearing it. He felt increasingly colder as things settled into his brain. His ears caught a few words that yanked his attention away. “What?”
“Um… his heart did stop during surgery. They got it restarted quickly though, which is a good thing. We’re monitoring everything that’s going on in his body, and right now there seems to be no ill effects from it. His oxygen saturation stayed as high as could be expected, but with the other injuries, it would be hard to tell if anything was impacted by it. I personally believe it was just a little hiccup, his body reacting the way a body does to this much stress. I think he’ll be alright in regards to that issue.”
You wanted to reprimand him for not telling them that his lover’s heart stopped during surgery, back when they were talking about it. His lover was dead, no matter how short a time. But he couldn’t muster the strength. He just sat there, lost in his own mind while Miyuki and the doctor continued talking for a few more minutes.
“Where are his, and my, things?”
“They should be in the ER or this floor’s secure personal effects room. I’ll have someone get them for you.”
“Thanks…”
~*~*~
“This has to be hell...” You was back in his hospital room with Miyuki keeping him company and filling him in on what he had tuned out earlier.
“How are either of these choices good?” If Gackt was not showing signs of improving by the week’s end, the wanted to do a tracheotomy (which they preferred to do for their long term coma patients that needed the help breathing), to cut his throat open. And You and Miyuki had to make the choice. Risk Gackt’s vocal chords settling, adjusting, to a tube in his throat, for who knew how long, and other possible damage? Or risk nerve damage and preserve his chords, but maybe never sing or talk again? Really, neither choice mattered if he didn’t survive or never woke up. They were assured that the doctor had done thousands of surgeries, just like this (in fact he only did these), was the best in Japan and never had any nerve damage. It was almost like the guy knew where each patient’s nerves were so that he could avoid them, even in emergencies. But they still had to make the choice. It could ruin his career. If he even had one left when all was said and done.
That was another thing. One of them had to tell everyone in their ‘family’ and then the public. Gackt couldn’t just go missing (again), and the fans deserved to know, not just hear speculations and news reports of a car crash, or photos on the web. You was almost afraid to look at their cell phones when he got them back.
You rubbed his face. The day had started out so beautifully, if a bit early. It was not ungodly hot yet, even though it was late June, the sunrise had been beautiful, and the sunlight glinting off the dewed trees and grass gave everything a fairy tale look. It had been a big trick.
There was a knock at the door. “Excuse me. I’ve brought Kurosaki and Camui-san’s belongings.” The small nurse brought two large bags in with her and set them on the desk in the room. Then she bowed and left. Miyuki closed the notebook/binder that the doctor had given her (with explanations of all that was wrong with her brother and their treatment plans) and put it in her purse. She brought both bags to You’s bed and started to go thru them, numbly separating the bloody, cut clothes from the smaller items.
“Oh You… Are these…?” She held the two rings up together.
“Yes…”
“They’re gorgeous…” she examined them before putting them down. They needed to be cleaned.
You reached for their onyx bracelets, a bead breaking and landing on the bed. “Glasses?” Miyuki handed them to him. He brought the bracelets closer and examined them. Every single bead was cracked on both bracelets. ‘Oh man…’
A tear streaked down You’s cheek. ‘They did their best…’ He gently stroked the bracelets and said ‘thank you’. He took his glasses off and set them and the bracelets on the bed and started properly crying. Miyuki moved everything and comforted You as best she could.
AN: The medical stuff will be a bit… not quite right, but hey, it’s alternate universe. The timeline has also been played with, some things have happened (YFC, 3-11, Bunraku), and some things haven’t (“Not Alone” isn’t written yet, 3-11 is sometime in the past, but not just over a year, Moon Saga has not happened). Just a heads up for some events that may seem a bit off.
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