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Today had actually started out with a dull headache. Something that Nate was used to having every so often. He just took two pain pills and headed on down for class. A little headache wasn' any reason for him to miss school. That and he didn't want to cause a fuss or have people worrying over him. He preferred to take care of everyone else instead. His attire for the day was a simple pair of jeans and a red and white baseball shirt that had I <3 Star Wars on it. Probably labeling him one of the biggest geeks out there but that was just who Nate was. He was big on movies, he read some comics. He was a fanboy.

He was pretty sure if you ever looked up the word 'dork' you'd see a picture of him next to it. Atop his head was a red knit beanie, keeping his unruly wavy locks from view today. Over his shirt he had a flannel hoodie and tennis on his feet. As class wore on he found that it was getting harder and harder to focus. To even make out all the words the teacher was saying. He gave a sigh and closed his eyes rubbing his fingers over his eyes. Maybe he just hadn't gotten enough sleep and he his body was trying to tell him he was exhausted.

A wave of dizziness swept over him and it suddenly felt like the air in the room was made out of jelly. It was a weird feeling. He knew what it meant. Not here. Not now. Trying to perhaps psych himself up, to will it away. Not really one to be rude he rose from his seat interupting the professor. "Sorry... feel like I'm gonna be sick... gotta..." He pointed to the door and made his way towards it, pulling his book bag over his shoulder in the process. Everything felt like such an effort to move and yet, in some odd way it also didn't. His vision was blurring as he moved into the hallway now.

When he heard the click of the door behind him he felt grateful there were no more prying eyes. Or so he thought. A few more steps carried him closer to the bathroom, the young boy swayed on his feet. His arms then felt like dead weights at his sides, the book bag fell off his shoulder and to the ground with a thud. One step, another step. He stumbled. Light was getting dimmer for him. "No..." It was all he could really manage to mutter, pushing open the door of the bathroom and stumbling inside. Tumbling down to his knees in the process, barely able to hold himself up. A sheen of sweat on his forehead now, trickle of blood oozing down from his nose and dripping on the floor. Eyes rolling into the back of his head, arms giving out and his body just crumpled down onto the floor at the door of the bathroom. A blackout had claimed him.


*** Time Skip, 5 hours later ***


Beep. Beep. Beep. The first thing that popped into Nate's mind was to shut off his alarm. Beep. Beep. Beep. Wait. He'd been at school though. His mind slowly starting to come through the grogginess of the blackout now. Eyes opening slowly for a moment and squinting in the light of the room. A hospital room. His stomach instantly twisting into a knot. He despised hospitals and doctors. How had he even gotten here? This really was a bad day.

OUTFIT:: HERE

Dragyn had a free period during this hour to do as he pleased. Normally he would be downstairs in the music hall working on his vocals. He was a perfectionist when it came to his art. And yes, singing to him was an art. Each form of it could be appreciated for what it all offered but he was also a bit of a narcissist as well. He held himself above all that, needing to rise above labels to make something wholly new. Something that others would know him and him alone for. Music was just in his blood and he was at his locker at the far end of the hall, getting some things for his next class, History.

He heard movement in the hall and turned to look to see another student, a royal because he made a point to know who was who among the royals. You never knew when you would have to sit in on political talks or make friends over a round of golf or even during hunting. As he looked at the boy he tilted his head, dark brown locks falling into blue eyes, seeing the other sway a bit. Was he on drugs or something? Ugh, what was it with royals getting involved with drugs so much, it was distasteful. He watched as he moved towards the bathroom and he shut his locker, moving in that direction. He watched as the bag fell to the floor and the boy kept moving to the bathroom.

"Hey, kid..." Though he didn't get a response from him and he saw him stumble into the bathroom now. Something was up. Even if the kid was on drugs, would it be right to just let him OD and die there on the bathroom floor? Of course not. Crap.

He jogged the few paces down the hall just as the boy disappeared into the bathroom and pushed the door open in time to see him fall to the floor. "Shit." He dropped his books and pushed his way into the bathroom, pulling out his cell phone at the same time, dialing 911.

***** Timey-Whimey, Skippy-Whippy *****

Why the heck had he bothered to stick around? He wasn't sure, curiosity probably. He didn't particularly know this boy that well. He looked up from his book when he heard stirring from the hospital bed. Closing the book he set it on the rolling tray and stood up.

"Welcome back to the land of the living Prince Nathaniel." He reached a hand down and picked at the covers boredly. "I'm sure your family will be here eventually but really... I'm quite intrigued. Were you trying to overdose? Rather stupid to do it at school don't you think? Or is that the in thing for you emo types these days?" He knew he could be such an ass at times but he really didn't care. People that couldn't care about themselves, well he thought they should just be taken to an island and left to rot.

He turned blue-gray eyes to the older boy as he moved closer and spoke. "Welcome back to the land of the living Prince Nathaniel." How did he know him? He studied the others face, trying to place him but he realized that he had no clue who he was. It wasn't like he was that social but... he was really handsome. He could feel his cheeks flush with heat at the thought, he had no idea who this guy was, but apparently he knew who he was. He felt even more awkward than normal right now sitting in that bed.

Before he could get the words out to ask him how he knew him though the other spoke again. "I'm sure your family will be here eventually but really... I'm quite intrigued. Were you trying to overdose? Rather stupid to do it at school don't you think? Or is that the in thing with you emo types these days?" Okay the whole cute factor just shrank down a whole hell of a lot with that comment. He found all he could do was stare at him for a bit. How long had he been here anyway? He glanced to the clock to catch the time, 5:38pm.

He couldn't help but wonder where his brother was, or even best friend for that matter. Still, he shifted his gaze back to the other now, though he found he couldn't hold it for long. Something about the other's gaze was far too commanding to him and it wasn't something he was used to dealing with up close and personal. "Wasn't trying to kill myself. I don't do drugs. Don't even drink." He murmured out to him now.

He gave a sigh and a little frown pulled it's way onto his lips now as he looked down at all the things attached to him. IV line, oxygen monitor, heart monitor and he had an nose canela on delivering oxygen to him. This all kind of freaked him out and he bit down on his lower lip, chewing on it. Glancing back to Dragyn, trying not to be a complete idiot in front of this guy though part of him wanted to just yank everything off and leave right then no matter what they said. "Who are you anyway?"

He saw how the younger boy blushed he welcomed him back. Geez this kid was baby-faced, wasn't he. All wide-eyed and doe-like. Though he watched as his face fell just a bit when he asked him about overdosing. Then he looked away, a faint twitch of a smirk curved his lips upwards, almost wanting to say that he had hit the nail on the head there. Poor little royal had his secret found out. Boo-who.

What was wrong with him anyway? What could be so bad that he'd want to kill himself? In his mind there is nothing that would warrant such an action. If something is bad you steel yourself, become an immovable force and you overcome it. You do not let it overcome you. You master your own fear, then you can master your own destiny. Just as he was ready to turn and leave to boy to grovel in his own remorse, he spoke.

"Wasn't trying to kill myself. I don't do drugs. Don't even drink."

Dragyn arched a brow at that and watched the boy for several seconds. Reading him, checking his breaths, his brow, for any little signs that he may be lying. He said nothing as he continued to make his assessment of him. Cold blue eyes watching as Nathaniel looked at everything that was attached to him now. The boy actually seemed, well, upset, nervous. He couldn't help but wonder why, especially if he wasn't a drug user.

"Who are you anyway?"

Dragyn smiled at that a little, taking a seat on the end of the bed now. "Dragyn Svyatoslav, Prince of the Russian Empire. I, dear boy, am the one who saved your life." A slow smile curved his lips at that as a hand patted his leg then. "Seems you owe me a debt, don't you?" A chuckle left him as he brought up the old code of honor. "So, if you aren't a drug user, Nathan, and you don't drink. Just what warranted this little trip to the hospital, hmm? If you're ill shouldn't you have already gone to the doctor? Don't tell me your the type that believe in all that mumbo-jumbo stuff."

"Dragyn Svyatoslav, Prince of the Russian Empire. I, dear boy, am the one who saved your life." And the other prince smiled at him and patted his leg. He couldn't help but think he had a nice smile. He was charming even if he was a jerk. Though he knew he probably never would have spoken to him under any other circumstances. Then again, he was more than socially awkward when it wasn't dealing with the formal duties of his station. He wasn't sure why they were easier to handle than regular situations. They just... were.

"Seems you owe me a debt, don't you?" Huh? He gave the other a curious look at that now. Had he really been that bad off? He had blackouts before. Had bits of time lost here and there and he'd done a decent job of hiding it thus far. He wasn't quite sure how he was gonna explain this to brother, much less to his dad if he showed up. Low blood sugar? Skipped breakfast? He didn't know.

"So, if you aren't a drug user, Nathan, and you don't drink. Just what warranted this little trip to the hospital, hmm? If you're ill shouldn't you have already gone to the doctor? Don't tell me your the type that believe in all that mumbo-jumbo stuff." That pulled him from his thoughts as blue-gray eyes settled on Dragyn's vibrant blue ones now. Crap. He wasn't good at this. Being social. Much less with people that registered as attractive to him, his cheeks flushed. He hated doctors and his brother and father knew that. He pretty much fought tooth and nail to not go to one unless he was pretty bad sick. Even so he always used old remedies to try to treat himself, anything to keep out of a doctor's office or the hospital.

"I... uhh..." He looked down and then glanced back up at the other, licking his lips a moment. "I'm not sick." He looked down again, there was denial there for him still where it came to the blackouts. "No colds or anything." He muttered faintly to the other. Though he was relaxing a little more now around him. What else could he do really but just sit here and talk with him? There really wasn't any other option because running out of here before he was released, well that would look bad and he wouldn't do that. It's not something a good prince would do.

"Mumbo-Jumbo stuff? Like... old timey remedies and stuff? Some of that stuff works you know." He knew from first hand experience really, he'd tried all kinds of various things. "I know some really good natural cures for colds and stuff. I just..." He glanced over at the machines and frowned a bit before looking back to his hands. "I don't really like hospitals and stuff." Wow, he was actually talking to this guy. Kellan would probably be impressed with that. Heck he was impressed he hadn't clamed up yet or gotten tongue tied.