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Roxas felt like he couldn't breathe anymore. There was nothing. Nothing but Axel's warm embrace. His soft, yet strong hand lifting him from the ground. His warm breath on his scalp. The soft murmur of his sweet voice, saying the words Roxas wanted to hear for so long. "Do you mean it? Please tell me you mean it. You'll make me the most happiest person alive. And we got to have hearts. Otherwise, this flutter in my chest wouldn't exist, right?" He talked with a soft voice, almost a whisper, afraid to say the wrong things. "Of course I mean it. I'd never lie to you." Suddenly, it felt like there was no one else in the world and he didn't care. Felt. Heart? No heart? Who cared? His feelings were real even if his chest was hollow. For the first time in years, he felt his eyes well up with tears and quickly wiped them away on his glove.

"You mean that? You really mean that?" Roxas asked hesitantly. He could feel his friend, no, the love of his life, pulling him closer and his body shaking. "Axel, what's wrong? You're shaking!" He asked, worry pouring from his voice. He was afraid his words were wrong and that they had hurt his love. His head twirled with questions, and he got a major head-ache. Hands reached for his scalp, digging nails into it, hoping to make it go away. In the meanwhile, he began crying. How come he reacted so emotional? This is wrong.. He should be happy he got the response he wanted! "Of course I mean it. I love you, don't I?" Trying to stop his trembling and the strange flow of tears, he lifted his head back up to wipe at his eyes again only to notice Roxas clutching at his head, expression pained. Immediately, his not-heart leapt into his throat and he cupped Roxas' cheeks in his hands. "Roxas? What's wrong?" he asked, eye wide with worry.

"Ugh.. My head hurts.." Roxas' vision got blurred. All he could see now was a vague hint of green, before he passed out… "Your-" The words died off as Roxas' eyes rolled back in his head and he fell limp. Instinctively, Axel caught him in his arms and picked him up. "Roxas? Roxas!" Getting no response, Axel's mind raced to find a logical response to the situation. After a minute, he realized he had no other real choice than to go back. Holding the Keybearer securely, he opened a corridor and carried him through, back to Roxas' room. Laying him back on his bed as gently as if he could break, Axel suddenly realized that he had stopped breathing for a time and took a minute to find his lungs again.
As Axel stood there, panting, as Roxas woke up. He immediately grabbed his head, feeling his temple throb under his hand. "Axel.." He said, not entirely sure of his voice as he slowly sat up, "What happened? I can't remember." He felt his head hurt more again, and lay down because he was seeing stars. "Roxas! Axel immediately reached over, gently grabbing his shoulders. "Are you okay? You said you had a headache then just suddenly passed out." Trying his best to keep himself clam, he gently pushed the hair away from Roxas' forehead.

"I don't feel good.. My head hurts, and I'm terribly hot." He looked really pale, and he kept his eyes closed, though he wanted to open them. He found Axel's hand, and placed his own on top off it. He then shivered, and tried to wrap the blanket around him. He didn't have much success. He then said to the red-head: "Axel, what's wrong with me. I'm scared.." Then he began panting, as if he had run 10 miles. Axel chewed his lip worriedly, lightly gripping Roxas' hand. "I don't know what's wrong," he said helplessly. He leaned over to touch their foreheads together and felt a thrill of panic at the heat radiating off of it. Though Axel wasn't effected by extreme temperatures, he knew it would hurt Roxas. "I'm here for you. Don't be scared." Even though he was already terrified.

"What can I do? I don't want to feel this way." Roxas felt himself slipping away in darkness and in pain. "I think I need to go to a doctor…" He sat up and tried to swing his legs over the edge of the bed to get up. But as he tried, he fell back on his pillow. His head was spinning, and he just made it in time to empty the contents of his stomach on the floor, hoping he had avoided Axel. Axel felt his chest go tight in helplessness. For a minute, he couldn't move as he let the urge to punch something pass so he wouldn't hurt Roxas. Ignoring the pool of bile on the floor, dangerously close to his boots if he'd actually cared about dirtying them, he picked Roxas up again and opened another corridor again. He just hoped he'd be able to find a doctor somewhere in Twilight Town. It was a far better shot than The World That Never Was, that was for sure.

Roxas drifted between waking and unconsciousness. "Mmmh.." Roxas let out a moan, as he twisted and turned in Axel's arms. Sweat was pouring down, and Axel had to regain his grip, for the blond was squirming. Almost like he wanted to get out. "Axel… Axel.." He groaned his loves name, pain obvious in his voice. Gripping him as tightly as he dared, Axel hurried through the corridor and out into Twilight Town. Desperately, his head spun around, looking for some sign of a doctor's office. Seeing none, he hurried around, stopping only to ask for help or reaffirm his grip on the blond. Finally, he was successful and hurried into a clean-looking building, nearly yelling for help.

Roxas woke up for a moment, hearing the distress in the voice of the person above him. Who was holding him? It felt warm, comforting, and even though it felt good for a moment, the next he wanted to get away from that source of heat. He felt like he was boiling. As his eyes started focusing, the face hanging above him became more clear. A strong, yet delicate jaw, a rather small, but pointy nose, purple water drops under amazingly green eyes. And then his eyes had to adjust to the brightness of the hair. The person looking at him with nothing but worry in his eyes, was Axel.
"Axel.." Roxas moaned, reaching for his forehead, "Where are we? What has happened?" He felt nausea coming back to haunt him, and then he noticed a sour taste in his mouth. Did he throw up? He couldn't remember. All he could remember was the smell of disinfectant and the worried look on Axel's face. "What are we doing here? You look so worried. Is something wrong?" As he uttered the sentence, he felt himself slip in and out of darkness. He tried with all his might to stay conscious. All of Axel's relief escaped him in a long sigh as Roxas came to again. "It's okay," he said, soothing sticky blond locks of hair away from his sweaty forehead. "We're at the doctor's. You threw up and you keep passing out." He was a little worried about Roxas not remembering these things and that, added with his former worry, caused a deep crease across the bridge of his nose. "You're going to be okay, though. They're going to take care of you." Shortly, the doctor came out and invited them into the examination room where Axel grudgingly let go of the blond, gently sitting him on the examining table.

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Part 2:

Roxas felt like he couldn't breathe anymore. There was nothing. Nothing but Axel's warm embrace. His soft, yet strong hand lifting him from the ground. His warm breath on his scalp. The soft murmur of his sweet voice, saying the words Roxas wanted to hear for so long. "Do you mean it? Please tell me you mean it. You'll make me the most happiest person alive. And we got to have hearts. Otherwise, this flutter in my chest wouldn't exist, right?" He talked with a soft voice, almost a whisper, afraid to say the wrong things. "Of course I mean it. I'd never lie to you." Suddenly, it felt like there was no one else in the world and he didn't care. Felt. Heart? No heart? Who cared? His feelings were real even if his chest was hollow. For the first time in years, he felt his eyes well up with tears and quickly wiped them away on his glove.

"You mean that? You really mean that?" Roxas asked hesitantly. He could feel his friend, no, the love of his life, pulling him closer and his body shaking. "Axel, what's wrong? You're shaking!" He asked, worry pouring from his voice. He was afraid his words were wrong and that they had hurt his love. His head twirled with questions, and he got a major head-ache. Hands reached for his scalp, digging nails into it, hoping to make it go away. In the meanwhile, he began crying. How come he reacted so emotional? This is wrong.. He should be happy he got the response he wanted! "Of course I mean it. I love you, don't I?" Trying to stop his trembling and the strange flow of tears, he lifted his head back up to wipe at his eyes again only to notice Roxas clutching at his head, expression pained. Immediately, his not-heart leapt into his throat and he cupped Roxas' cheeks in his hands. "Roxas? What's wrong?" he asked, eye wide with worry.

"Ugh.. My head hurts.." Roxas' vision got blurred. All he could see now was a vague hint of green, before he passed out… "Your-" The words died off as Roxas' eyes rolled back in his head and he fell limp. Instinctively, Axel caught him in his arms and picked him up. "Roxas? Roxas!" Getting no response, Axel's mind raced to find a logical response to the situation. After a minute, he realized he had no other real choice than to go back. Holding the Keybearer securely, he opened a corridor and carried him through, back to Roxas' room. Laying him back on his bed as gently as if he could break, Axel suddenly realized that he had stopped breathing for a time and took a minute to find his lungs again.
As Axel stood there, panting, as Roxas woke up. He immediately grabbed his head, feeling his temple throb under his hand. "Axel.." He said, not entirely sure of his voice as he slowly sat up, "What happened? I can't remember." He felt his head hurt more again, and lay down because he was seeing stars. "Roxas! Axel immediately reached over, gently grabbing his shoulders. "Are you okay? You said you had a headache then just suddenly passed out." Trying his best to keep himself clam, he gently pushed the hair away from Roxas' forehead.

"I don't feel good.. My head hurts, and I'm terribly hot." He looked really pale, and he kept his eyes closed, though he wanted to open them. He found Axel's hand, and placed his own on top off it. He then shivered, and tried to wrap the blanket around him. He didn't have much success. He then said to the red-head: "Axel, what's wrong with me. I'm scared.." Then he began panting, as if he had run 10 miles. Axel chewed his lip worriedly, lightly gripping Roxas' hand. "I don't know what's wrong," he said helplessly. He leaned over to touch their foreheads together and felt a thrill of panic at the heat radiating off of it. Though Axel wasn't effected by extreme temperatures, he knew it would hurt Roxas. "I'm here for you. Don't be scared." Even though he was already terrified.

"What can I do? I don't want to feel this way." Roxas felt himself slipping away in darkness and in pain. "I think I need to go to a doctor…" He sat up and tried to swing his legs over the edge of the bed to get up. But as he tried, he fell back on his pillow. His head was spinning, and he just made it in time to empty the contents of his stomach on the floor, hoping he had avoided Axel. Axel felt his chest go tight in helplessness. For a minute, he couldn't move as he let the urge to punch something pass so he wouldn't hurt Roxas. Ignoring the pool of bile on the floor, dangerously close to his boots if he'd actually cared about dirtying them, he picked Roxas up again and opened another corridor again. He just hoped he'd be able to find a doctor somewhere in Twilight Town. It was a far better shot than The World That Never Was, that was for sure.

Roxas drifted between waking and unconsciousness. "Mmmh.." Roxas let out a moan, as he twisted and turned in Axel's arms. Sweat was pouring down, and Axel had to regain his grip, for the blond was squirming. Almost like he wanted to get out. "Axel… Axel.." He groaned his loves name, pain obvious in his voice. Gripping him as tightly as he dared, Axel hurried through the corridor and out into Twilight Town. Desperately, his head spun around, looking for some sign of a doctor's office. Seeing none, he hurried around, stopping only to ask for help or reaffirm his grip on the blond. Finally, he was successful and hurried into a clean-looking building, nearly yelling for help.

Roxas woke up for a moment, hearing the distress in the voice of the person above him. Who was holding him? It felt warm, comforting, and even though it felt good for a moment, the next he wanted to get away from that source of heat. He felt like he was boiling. As his eyes started focusing, the face hanging above him became more clear. A strong, yet delicate jaw, a rather small, but pointy nose, purple water drops under amazingly green eyes. And then his eyes had to adjust to the brightness of the hair. The person looking at him with nothing but worry in his eyes, was Axel.
"Axel.." Roxas moaned, reaching for his forehead, "Where are we? What has happened?" He felt nausea coming back to haunt him, and then he noticed a sour taste in his mouth. Did he throw up? He couldn't remember. All he could remember was the smell of disinfectant and the worried look on Axel's face. "What are we doing here? You look so worried. Is something wrong?" As he uttered the sentence, he felt himself slip in and out of darkness. He tried with all his might to stay conscious. All of Axel's relief escaped him in a long sigh as Roxas came to again. "It's okay," he said, soothing sticky blond locks of hair away from his sweaty forehead. "We're at the doctor's. You threw up and you keep passing out." He was a little worried about Roxas not remembering these things and that, added with his former worry, caused a deep crease across the bridge of his nose. "You're going to be okay, though. They're going to take care of you." Shortly, the doctor came out and invited them into the examination room where Axel grudgingly let go of the blond, gently sitting him on the examining table.