hearts formed by solicitude and desolation | chishiya shuntaro

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ᏞᎾᎪᎠᏆNᏩ . . . . .

ᏞᎾᎪᎠᏆNᏩ ᏟᎾᎷᏢᏞᎬᎢᎬ!

it was a constant buzz that lingered in your brain. ticking and ticking, reminding you that time was moving and you were not. staying still in a bed far too stiff with nothing to do but wait. what were you waiting for exactly? you had laid here for so long, conscious moving in and out more times than you could remember throughout hours you could no longer time. wasn't there something important to do? so why were you resting in this room with only the blanket for warmth and a burn lingering in your side along with it?

the ringing in your ears had stopped, allowing you to clear the muffled sounds previously incomprehensible. you noticed due to the string of hushed whispers right outside your door, stirring you from the state of unconsciousness you had previously been in. you blinked your eyes open, meeting the ceiling you have grown accustomed to over the minutes and hours. it strained against your vision, but you remained there to tune your ears to catch the slipping words.

"how are they?" a pitch similar to yasushi's, low with that air of curiosity and genuine concern. it still surprised you that he was openly showing such an emotion, towards you no less. and if the current circumstances weren't so dire, you'd tease him for such a thing.

"they're...not doing so well," kuina's voice. you knew because she had this certain way of speaking, words flowing quite nicely off her tongue and always having a way of calming you down. although, she seemed sad, and the sigh along with her next words explained why, "i checked on their injury earlier and it's getting worst. if we don't get some sort of medical help soon then..."

there was a beat of silence, before yasushi began to speak once more, "with the materials here in the borderlands we won't be able to do much once an infection starts. at that point, it's quite obvious what will happen."

you'd die. it was plain and simple, and everyone currently in this apartment complex was thinking it. you pondered over the fact several times over your residency in the borderlands, wondering how long you had left and if your next game would bring upon death. there were even times during those very games, where it was a stroke of luck that allowed you to escape its grip. you never imagined it'd eventually catch up to you.

"i know." a small crack that transpired at the end of her sentence, and if you could you'd leave this bed and hold her to tell her it was okay.

another stretch of silence, and you knew something was being contemplated. what it was, you didn't know and it began to frustrate you not being able to read their expressions. a shaky breath left your lips, tightening your hands to grip the sheets of your blanket. damn this bed, damn this burn, damn everything-

"hey, maybe it's best if we-"

"don't you dare finish that sentence." kuina interrupted him, not allowing the male beside her to finish his sentence. but you knew what he was going to say, what he was to suggest. and although it hurt, you couldn't be surprised that he would think such a thing.

"im just trying to be real here."

"and i don't want to hear it. look, we still have time on our visas. we can go out and look for someone who knows something."

"the king is still out there."

"and my friend is here dying. you don't have to come, you're more than welcome to walk out and save yourself. but don't forget they were the one who helped us through a majority of these games and the reason you're still standing here right now."