Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ In The Shadows, In The Light ❯ Interlude 12 ( Chapter 25 )

Author's Notes: All Weiss Kreutz stuff/characters are not owned by me and all rights apply to the lucky bastards who do own them. I make absolutely nothing off this except gratification of my own sick and twisted desires.

 

Thanks goes to my beta on this. It's greatly appreciated.

 

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Interlude 12

 

Caravan of life

By day and by night

Every tile's a part of life

If it's shadow, or if it's light

 

 

~Ken~

 

It was our lucky day both Yohji and Schuldig were bleeding. Not that I particularly enjoy people I work with spouting blood all over - ok, I could make an exception for Schuldig - but at least the nurses in the ER didn't say shit when our little group burst through the doors covered in red. The blood on me and the Lunatic had nothing to do with our team mates and everything to do with the poor bastards unlucky enough to get in our way.

 

Yohji was on his feet, weaving ever so slightly between me and Aya, his eyes glassy with shock. He had a huge knot on his forehead and a cut over the swollen skin. Like any head wound, it was bleeding like mad and Yohji kept blinking and rubbing his eye when blood trickled over his eye lid. He had a hand pressed to his side over his hip and more blood was seeping out between his fingers. The gauze pad pulled from the emergency medical kit in the van already stained with his blood. I steered him like a drunk and Aya simply clung to Yohji's other side. I wasn't sure who was supporting whom at that point.

 

Schuldig was in worse shape. He hadn't woken up since we pulled their asses from the warehouse. We'd packed as much gauze around the knife as we could to try and stop the bleeding. As much as I disliked the annoying German, I knew he meant the world to Aya and maybe Yohji, too. God knows why. So, I'd done my best to help Aya dress the wound as best we could in a van weaving through light traffic at very illegal speeds; all that jostling doing God knows how much additional damage. Ok, I'll admit that much as I'd like to, I couldn't wish Schuldig dead. Not seriously anyway. Aya told us what Schuldig did to save Yohji's life and it's really hard to keep hating someone when they put their life on the line for one of your friends. I could still think he was a jackass pervert too, and that was my final offer.

 

Aya was pale as snow, which is more dramatic than you'd expect considering his normal colouring. Both he and Yohji were breathing a little raggedly and I noticed that Aya seemed to be favouring the same side of his body that Yohji'd been hurt on. I demanded for about the fifth time for Aya to let me check him over. He shook his head and helped me get Yohji to a gurney so a doctor could take a look at the wound in his side. They both watched the doctors moving around Schuldig's bed, clearly upset at seeing their lover out for the count.

 

 

~Omi~

 

It'd sounded so simple when we talked about it before the mission. Stop Brad's vision from happening and everything would be fine. Although, nobody actually said that, I'd assumed that on my own. I knew better about making assumptions. Farfarello was pressed against the wall, Nagi by his side. I suspected Farfarello wasn't exactly there by his choice. His eye was bright with excitement and I'm sure that was a lustful glint in his eye when he looked at a tray with scalpels and surgical needles on it. Crawford was standing a little away from the activity surrounding Schuldig's gurney and Aya was trying very hard not to hover between Yohji and Schuldig's bed. Ken was still close to Aya and Yohji and I really didn't like the excited glitter to his eyes. He reminded me in a very bad way of how Farfarello looked when he'd walked up to the van covered in blood.

 

Aya was closed mouthed but I don't think he was silent. Yohji's gaze bounced between Aya and Schuldig and he didn't say anything either yet Aya stroked a hand over Yohji's arm before he was shoved out of the way by a nurse trying to look after the cut on Yohji's forehead. Ken moved out of the way on his own and after looking around the ER, he shrugged and joined Nagi and Farfarello against the far wall.

 

I went to Aya and gently touched his arm, drawing him away from where the doctors worked. I heard one of the doctors say Yohji had a through-and-through and that it looked clean. Some of the tension seeped from Aya. He hissed and clutched his side and I jerked my gaze to Yohji in time to see a doctor with a needle and hear the doctor tell Yohji that as soon as the freezing took effect, they'd stitch his wound. A nurse was putting a butterfly bandage on the cut on his forehead.

 

Yohji was going to be fine. It remained to be seen if the same could be said about Schuldig.

 

 

~Brad~

 

We'd changed the out come of my vision. That was good but Schuldig was in a bad way. I divided my attention between my team mate and his lovers. Both of them were pale and I think if they hadn't known they had to stay out of the way for the doctors to do their work, they'd have been all over Schuldig.

 

There was something about that little psychic spike earlier that they weren't telling me. Something more than Schuldig fucking up or showing off or whatever the hell it was he'd done. I highly doubted the Weiss boys would tell me if I asked and Schuldig was in no condition to be informative.

 

One of the doctors shouted to type and match his blood and get him to the OR. Aya made a small sound in his throat, mirrored by Yohji. Schuldig groaned and his eyes fluttered open. Doctors started to shout questions at him, which he ignored. He turned his head to look at his lovers and gave a faint nod before his eyes slid shut again. Aya sagged against Omi and looked at the floor, relief replacing some of the tension in his body. Yohji said something too quietly for me to hear and closed his eyes.

 

I frowned. Schuldig shouldn't be able to continue mental communications with his lovers. Serious injury and unconsciousness always cut the link. He hadn't said a peep mentally to his own team mates since the link had been unexpectedly cut and we'd been together for years. We should've been the first ones he reassured. And he had done that for his lovers. I might not have been in on the conversation, brief as it was, but I knew relief when I saw it. Schuldig was rushed from the ER trailing doctors shouting orders. A doctor approached our little group and looked between us, searching who to address about Yohji and Schuldig probably.

 

“Yohji will be fine but we'd like to keep him over night. He hit his head pretty hard and aside from the nasty lump, he has a concussion. Your… friend is heading for surgery. The knife nicked a lung. If you'd like, I can have an orderly take you to the waiting room or you can go sit with Yohji in his room and we can notify you when your friend comes out of surgery.”

 

I knew I was staring at the doctor in shock. We'd showed up in the ER covered in blood. One person had been shot and the other knifed yet he didn't ask any questions about how that happened or go through the spiel of how he needed to report this to the police. He'd even offered to let us go wait in Yohji's room even though visiting hours were long over. Aya thanked the doctor and said he'd sit with Yohji. The doctor nodded and left.

 

“I take it this is your regular hospital?”

 

“Yohji and Schuldig needed help fast without questions asked. It was the first place I thought of,” Omi said with a small shrug. “Aya is going to stay with Yohji. Ken and I are going to head back home, clean up, change clothes and bring something clean back for Aya and Yohji to wear. Are you and the rest… Nagi and Farfarello staying here or coming with us?”

 

I started to answer Omi when my cell rang. I scowled and wondered who the hell was calling me at this hour on this line. All the people who had the number were right in front of me or being prepped for surgery. “Crawford,”

 

“Hello, Oracle. There's been a little incident in your area. Investigate the cause and report back. If we haven't heard from you in a week's time, we'll assume the situation is too large for you to handle and send a team out to investigate and neutralize the problem.”

 

The phone went dead in my hand and unease settled in the pit of my stomach. Rosencrantz was already putting out feelers into what happened. With Schuldig out for god knows how long with surgery and recovery and him still not having access to Yohji's head, we were in deep trouble. If we couldn't figure out a way to get Yohji to boost the rest of Schwartz, we were all dead. I closed my eyes and swore softly.

 

The rest of my vision, of my team taking their own lives instead of going back to Rosencrantz, might still happen if we couldn't get our collective shit together.