#itsyobirthd4y

11. A hug.

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Walking over to where Birthday stood, the male let out a small laugh before wrapping his arms around him. Pulling him into a somewhat tight hug and making a face at him, jokingly. He let him go after a moment and stepped back, wondering faintly if Birthday was back to his old self.

Ratio had been out of town for work when the accident happened -- and hearing about it and its consequences first thing as soon as he stepped in Toshi City again had been a bit too much for him to handle. To the point of the doctor needing a day and a half before he gathered up enough courage to make his way to the hospital.

It's like when you hide from certain possibilities in fear of them being real.

The thought of an amnesiac Birthday didn't quite register in his mind.

But there had been no escape from the truth once he entered the blond's room and was greeted by the gaze of someone that did not recognize him. That had no idea who he was at all.

For a moment Ratio forgot how to breathe. The pressure squeezing his chest tight was uncomfortable and his arms felt strangely heavy, gloved fingers gripping harder at the tabled in his hand. Birthday didn't remember about him. Didn't remember about their promises, didn't remember about everything they've been through together all those years, didn't remember--

But he's alive.

He remembered himself, snapping out of the negative thoughts.

Birthday is alive and that's all that should matter. He's alive and Ratio was there to take care of him. Like it should be. So he took in a deep breath, swallowed dry, and then made his way to the bed with slow steps after sliding the door closed behind him.

This certainly wasn't the time to let himself be consumed by sadness--

"I will be your doctor from today onwards."

Switching his weight from one foot to another, the superintendent wondered if he really had any right to be here. Rather than right it would be more accurate to say face. With the ever growing unrest, hand of crime that he should've kept under control finally reached his personal acquaintances.

You see, Art was standing before the door of a certain hospital room right now. Hesitating to enter for the last fifteen minutes. It's not that he hadn't been in there before. In fact, he'd been visiting everyday after work since the bad news reached his ears. No. It was a more fundamental problem.

According to the nurses who let him in, Birthday who had been asleep inside for the last week -oh god, it's really been a week- because of the injuries he sustained at a gang fight had finally opened his eyes.

Art didn't know what he'd been doing there. While it wouldn't be surprising for him to be involved with something illegal here or there, the superintendent always assumed he'd have more care than to throw himself into something truly dangerous if only to keep his childhood friend slash doctor from worrying his head off. Art had been planning to -and as a police, had to- question him about it once he woke up but.

"Amnesia...huh."

Not only physical injuries, but brain damage too. Even the cops at the door had to be dismissed at the reveal. Doctors were still running tests so they couldn't tell him more even if he forced them to but even if he apologized for failing in his duty, Birthday wouldn't even remember who he is now.

A long sigh left the cop. Enough pitying myself. He adjusted the flowers in his arms and gripped the doorknob, turning it determinedly to let himself in.

... A.. ah-- well... (Why would you need 20 condoms, Birthday...?)

CUTE CAT!@!!!!! CUTEC ACT

The weirdest kid you could imagine. “Birthday’s the name.” Wink. “Don’t wear it out.”

"I think it’s best for you to stop talking now, kid." Getting ever so closer with a live tazer.