When Seifer's cell phone began to ring with Rai's unmistakable song, the blond shot out of bed. Disregarding the fact that it was nearly two in the morning, he snatched up the small device, flipping it open with a loud bark of, "Where is he?"

"I'm fine, Seifer." Hayner answered, startling the pale-haired teen. The skater's voice cracked near the end, a hoarse whisper that was barely audible over the hum of activity in the background. It was obvious that Hayner was on Rai's cell phone, but Seifer couldn't help the trickle of mortification he felt at voicing his feelings so loudly over the phone.

"I --”

"Seifer?" Hayner inquired softly, as if questioning whether or not it was okay to even speak. Seifer sat up in bed completely, pushing off the comforter and running his free hand through disheveled hair.

"Yeah?" It came out as more of a grunt than Seifer had intended, but he ignored it upon hearing Hayner's next question.

"Could you come to the hospital? Please?" Seifer's heart seemed to leap into his throat at the realization of what he'd just been asked, instantly moving to get dressed. He was well aware that it would be a good hour before the late train came back for another pick up, something he was grateful for just to know that they did late hour trips through the cities. "Yeah, which one?"

"It's the one by where you live; they didn't have room for gramma on the inland one." First disbelief and then relief became evident to Seifer as he pulled on a pair of slacks over his boxers. Ignoring the need for socks, he stuffed his feet into a pair of boots by the front door.

"Yeah, don't worry, I'll be there." Hayner thanked him quietly, the phone clicking off a second later. Seifer stuffed his cell into his pocket, grabbing up black leather jacket and pulling it on over his night shirt, zipping it up to help block out the inevitable morning cold that he'd be struck with upon leaving the building.