The Sting Of Scorpius [soukoku]

Chapter 6

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"It's my fault."

Dazai hated hospitals. White walls, white gowns, the smell of medications, doctors and nurses' exhausted faces. Though he was a frequent guest here, this was a rare occasion because he wasn't here for himself.

"Oh, it's my fault. I screwed it up."

They almost failed the mission because of him. It wouldn't bother him that much, but this time, because of his spontaneous decisions Chuuya was hurt. He was seriously hurt.

The chair he was sitting in was uncomfortable, but he didn't want to change it. Dazai was quietly sitting beside the hospital bed, sometimes rubbing his cold nose. His fingertips were shaking, panic pulsing in his throat. Everything squeezed with tension inside of him, and the brown-haired flicked his distracted gaze to Nakahara.

He was laying in bed, pale, with many cuts on his face and neck. The rise of his chest was barely noticeable, and Dazai was restraining himself from pressing his ear to his chest to hear his heart beating. Chuuya really looked terrible, but right know he at least looked alive.

He just needed to calm down. No reason to panic, Chuuya was alright. He was alright.

They were alright.

The door of the room gently opened and Kouyou's figure appeared on the doorstep, Mori was behind her.

Ozaki rushed to the bed and leaned over the sleeping boy. A shadow of relief appeared on her face, she then gently touched his forehead, removing the red strands from his face.

"He'll wake up in one or two days," boss spoke, exhausted, turning his gaze to his student. "You need to rest as well."

"It's my fault," the words came off his lips faster than he could comprehend them. He frowned in annoyance.

"The task was successfully completed, I can't complain. Moreover, next time you better be more careful. It involves one of my best people and your partner, Dazai-kun," Mori calmly answered, hints of warning were present in his voice. "But nothing can be done. There's no use crying over spilt milk. Chuuya-kun is fine, and you need to rest."

Osamu quietly nodded, but didn't move from his place. The empty look of brown eyes didn't leave the peaceful face.

"It's good you feel guilty," Kouyou spoke, approaching him. Her hand gently touched the top of his head, carefully stroking his matted hair. "But there's no point in torturing yourself. His life isn't in danger."

Dazai hummed something in response, falling on the bed with his forehead pressing on the cool fabric. He was awfully tired, his lungs felt like they were tied with a tight knot, not letting him to breathe normally. His body was aching whenever he moved. And also his mark hurt from time to time, damn it.

Dazay was very-very tired.

His hands still felt his weight, and his fingers felt the burning skin of his wrist. Chuuya was always too hot after Corruption, his body was tensed like a string. This was the second time he used it, and Dazai wasn't sure when he was more scared - now or during the first time.

"Dazai-kun."

Osamu hummed and then did something unexpected for both himself and them.

The brown-haired raised his head with difficulty, carefully pushing Chuuya aside. Quietly taking off his coat and shoes, he got under the blanket, pressing his temple to Chuuya's forearm. He fought the urge to throw himself at him, placing his head on his chest to hear his heart beating, to confirm that Chuuya was alright, he was right next to him, he was alive. Instead, Dazai put his hand on his torso.

They were fine. Chuuya was fine.

His eyelids were heavy, and the last thing he heard was Mori-san's muffled voice.

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original by ddaaazai

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