A heart monitor beeped dully in the otherwise silent room, the patient it was hooked up to obviously very drowsy and uninterested in any sort of notion of even being awake. The beautiful figure, with his silver mane spread beneath him like a shimmery halo, only made one movement regularly; the slow, torturous rise of his chest, followed by the almost-too-quick fall. His lungs were damaged and his chest bandaged considerably.

He had gotten into an accident on his motorcycle, and he had ended up with a stop sign jammed through his body. They managed to get it out without killing him, by some miracle, and he was alive...just unconscious.

"Loz, I think it's time to go home." Kadaj complained, sighing softly. "We've been staring at him for three days straight; I'm sick of vending machine food, and I can't miss another day of school without the feds coming in and taking me by force." The youngest brother was getting impatient; he wanted to be out and trying to be happy, not trapped here and stuck mourning his almost lifeless brother.

"No, I don't wanna leave." The short spiky haired male whined from his seat next to the hospital bed, looking up to the youngest brother, "If we could find Mother, then she could probably help him." Loz bit his lower lip, trying to hold back the tears when he thought of Mother.

He ran a hand through his spikes, watching the injured brother, trying to will him to wake up and be okay, "If you want to leave, then fine, leave. I'm not leaving until he's okay, I don't wanna."

"You know he'd hate this." Kadaj replied, "Absolutely hate that we're seeing him like this. While he seems uninterested in everything around him...you know that he hates being seen as weak or invaluable." A sigh; he didn't want to walk home. "You can just drive me home real quick, and then come back and stare at the Corpse Bride, here." He waved vaguely at the male laying out on the hospital bed.

A light twitch of his eyebrow, hardly noticeable, was the first sign that he was waking up.

Loz let out a small growl, "Fine, but you owe me for gas." He grumbled as he stood from his chair and headed over to the nurse's station, "Call me if there are any changes on Yazoo, even the slightest." He told the nurse there as he scribbled down his cell phone number and handed to the woman, then turning to the youngest brother, "Come on, pansy boy." He grinned a bit.

Kadaj sighed, "I'm not a pansy, you're the one that cries every ten minutes." he rolled his eyes, following along behind him. "If you would have just let me get /my/ bike, I wouldn't have to get a ride home with you." He added. Just as they got to the elevator, the monitor in Yazoo's room began to scream loudly, beeping overwhelming the nurses as they rushed into the room. Kadaj turned his head and his eyes grew in horror.

"Shut up." He growled, trying hold back a sniffle. He hated how emotional he got over nothing, then got made fun of for it. Hearing the screaming and beeping, Loz turned and ran back towards Yazoo's room, "What's happening?" He demanded, tears streaming down his face with worry.

One of the nurses turned to look at him, "Sir, you need to leave the room for a minute, please." She sounded strained. They were holding Yazoo down; his body was spasming and it didn't look good. He was known for twitches while he slept, but this was ridiculous. His heart rate was through the roof, too, and they were injecting him with something.

"WHAT IS GOING ON?" He shouted at the nurse, wanting answers. His forehead started to become wet with beads of sweat as he tried to see over the doctors and nurses, not wanting to leave his brother's side for sure now.