(Inspiration and credit to @Quietmyth :)

After walking down the hall from Darkiplier's office, Dr Iplier opened the door to the Host's room, seeing him sitting at his desk. Walking in, he gently placed the cup of coffee on the cluttered surface, trying not to disturb him as he wrote rapidly, muttering under his breath.

He shook his head and slowly left the dim room. Just as he was about to close the door, the Host clutched his head, whimpering in pain. Dr Iplier forgot all about the open door as the Host fell out of his chair, hitting the floor with another screech of pain. He was scratching at his eyes.

He rushed over, calling for assistance as he struggled to get the borderline unconscious man up on the bed. He couldn't leave the Host's side, not like this. Just as his heart threatened to leap out of his throat, Dark entered the room, locking the door behind him.

'Dark! It's the Host, I have to get him on the bed.' He stated, a lot calmer than he felt. Dark nodded, helping hoist the Host onto the bed, laying one of the blankets on top of his groaning form. 'I don't know why he's like this.' Dr Iplier sighed, dragging the desk chair over to the bed.

'I don't like it. It would be best to leave him be.' Dark said quietly, knowing that the stubborn doctor would disagree.

'He's my - friend! I- I have to make sure he's alright.' Dr Iplier stated firmly, sinking down into the chair and rubbing his forehead. All he could do was stare, brow furrowed at the Host who lay whimpering and groaning before going still. 'Host? Can you hear me?' He asked, unable to summon the calm of his usual doctors voice.

'Y-yes.' The Host croaked between a groan of pain.

'Alright. Alright. What's going on? How do we help?'

'H-he, he w-wants out.' The Host cried out in pain. 'L-leave.'

Dark nodded, placing a hand on Dr Iplier's shoulder, letting out a small sigh as the other man batted his hand away. Dark pulled the doctor out of the chair and over towards the locked door, holding his arm firmly as the Host coughed.

'Give him space.' Dark demanded patiently. All Dr Iplier could do was look at him in disbelief. 'We should do as he says, leave the room.'

'What! No! I-I am a doctor and he is in pain!' Dr Iplier cried out incredulously.

The Host let out another cry, almost falling off the edge of the bed before going still once more. Dr Iplier tried to stay still, though all he wanted to do was rush forward. All they could do was watch as the Host got up, standing less hunched and shaky than before. He muttered under his breath, before running his hands over the bandage, completely disregarding the blood that pooled down his face.

He looked right at Dark and Dr Iplier.

'You're still here, huh?' He growled, walking closer to the two of them and sounding more harsh than the Host.

'Yes. Is that a problem?' Dark asked, their voice sharp.

'Potentially, it depends on whether you'll play nice' the Host threatened edging closer.

'W-we can leave you b-be then.' Dr Iplier offered, cursing his stutter. The Host walked even closer to Dr Iplier, making Darkiplier tense up.

'You know, I always wanted to talk with you Iplier, but you were always so busy and my time ran up quite fast.' He said, sounding less and less like the Host.

'I see. I'm sorry that I was. However, you're here now' He said calmly having the sneaking suspicion that he was no longer talking to the Host, especially with the grin that crept across his face. 'Hello Author. It's certainly been a while.'

'Author.' Dark sighed irritably. 'Step away from the doctor.'

The Author took a step back, giving Dark a smirk before stepping forward once more and wrapping his arms around the Doctor. Dark sighed, looking away with a grumble.

'I've always wanted to do this' the Author whispered in the doctors ear, chuckling as the doctor shuddered.

'It's been a while hasn't it?'

The Author ginned, taking a step from the doctor before clutching his eyes. 'I'll see you again.' He chuckled before swaying slightly.

'Promise me something?'

'Sure'

'Don't torture him. Don't hurt him so much next time. Please?'

The Author took a deep breath, about to reply, when he collapsed back onto the bed. The doctor rushed over, making sure that he was alright, settling down in the chair clutching the Host's hand.

Dark sidled over, looking down at Dr Iplier who was running his free hand through the Host's greasy hair, mumbling sadly.

'You can go, it's alright. I'll take care of him' He assured Dark, who nodded, leaving the room. Dr Iplier sighed, resting his head on the bed, looking at the Host's sleeping form, shaking his head.

He blinked in surprise as the Host twitched his hand slightly.

'Host? Can you hear me?'

'Is Dark gone?' he croaked sounding more back to normal.

'Yes, he left once it was over. Are you alright?'

The Host pulled his hand out from the Doctor's, curling into himself, sobbing. 'T-The Host apologises to Dr Iplier, he couldn't keep the author away...' He kept repeating. With a gasp, Dr Iplier moved from the chair to the bed, wrapping the Host in an unwilling hug, running his left hand through the other man's hair.

'Don't apologise. It's alright.' He whispered, kissing the Host on his forehead. 'I love you all the same, everything, all facets of you.' He reassured, pulling the Host into a tighter hug, 'Is this alright?'

'Yes.' The Host hiccuped, rubbing some of the blood off his cheek.

'Then, what about this?' Dr Iplier gently pulled the Host to arm length, placing a hand on his jaw. The Host nodded a little confused. Dr Iplier softly brushed away some of the blood, before leaning in to kiss him, before stopping. What if the Host didn't want something like that? He squeaked as the Host leant the rest of the way, kissing him on the lips. It was timid and metallic from the blood, but, wrapped in eachothers arms, neither of them seemed to care.