Siren could be heard as it rushes through the bustling road, making it's way to the hospital. The medics tend to her cuts, trying to keep her vitals stable by supplying oxygen and stopping the bleeding arms. The brunette looked at her wounded arms and he was aching for her. Cuts covered her beautiful skin, painting it with red and leave her with pain. He was horrified by how much cut she left on her arms in that small amount of time.
He could see how deep she cut herself, feeling as if she could even severe her hand by those cuts. He was in pain. He was hurt, looking at her haggard and pitiful condition. At that moment, he held her hands tight, wishing with all his heart that she would survive and that she would be alright. How desperate might he have been to pray for God, who he have cease to believe.
The ambulance reach the hospital, and she was immediately brought in to be treated with extra care. She was given blood transfusion and had her arm stitched. Blood began flowing again into her face and her complexion got better. Colors has returned to her face, unlike by the time she was found, pale as a sheet.
The brunette felt a sense of relief and his body relaxed. He felt conflicted by how he reacted to such thing when he himself used to dirty himself to such gore and bath in blood. He fear for her. He ache for her. He yearn for her. He wanted to corrupt her. He knew she was precious for him. He refuse to admit such feeling. He knew what this is but his past made him felt guilt, refusing her. But he knew, if she were to follow the path of his old friend, he wouldn't be able to handle it and follow them.
He wanted to hold her but she looked so frail that she might break anytime. She's too precious that he can't deny her. There he goes, holding her hand. He teared up,
"Ah, how warm this hand felt." He thought.
His heart beats for her. He felt his chest tingling. He leaned in and kissed her forehead gently, as if praying for her wellbeing with his whole might. That short but affectionate and gentle peck on the forehead was the trigger of his unbecomingly desire. He bit his inner lips, holding himself back thinking it was inappropriate to think of such in this situation. Thinking of what he had done in the past was unforgivable, he has no right to held her. Thinking of such, his heart ache once more, this time as if a knife had cut his inside and it's bleeding profusely. But nonetheless his feeling of relief was sincere.
Not long after, a nurse came asking about the patient. Dazai was a no one but a friend who happened to be there when it happened. He is now her temporary guarantor. Everything was overwhelming for him while she was laying down, breathing slowly as she sleeps.
The beauty of life itself is death. He appreciates the beauty and willing to embrace death. He admires it and wish to meet the beauty called the end cycle of life. However very little understand his view in this. He doesn't understand why she chose to embrace death rather than life. She was clinging to life until not long ago but now she let go of life and held the hand of death.
He understood the desire but he just couldn't let her go. He pulled her from the arms of death back to life, something he normally wouldn't do. For the first time, Dazai learned the will to live for the sake of others. He wanted live if that means she would be there with him. In the same world as her, under the same blue sky.
Has life ever been this precious?
At least not to his knowledge so far.
Before one realize, dawn has come and greeted world with it's light. He's still there, staying by the side of his sleeping princess. Dawn soon change to morning and daytime. His phone rang and he exited the room to picked it up. The sound of an angry man echo through the hall.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOU USELESS WASTING BANDAGE MACHINE????!"
He would go on with the act if it weren't for the situation he's in right now. But to him at this very moment, she's more important than anything.
"Tone it down,Kunikida. I'm in the hospital right now."
"And why is that?"
"It's y/n, she almost died."
"... I see. At least let us know if anything happened. It's unacceptable to skip your work without a single notification from you."
"I'm taking a day off today. I can't leave her alone."
The blonde was a bit taken aback by this,
"She's more precious than anything right now. I'll contact you later."
And with that, the brunette hang up the phone. He slouch on the cold hospital seat. He felt drained without doing much. He closed his eyes, sighed and pick himself up again, entering the room again. There she was, still sleeping. Thankfully nothing more happened and she looked better than before. The image of her from the last event made him had chills and his stomach turns as if he's sick and horrified from the sight.
As he walked to her, a mirror was visible, showing him his reflection. He looked rather haggard and tired. Decided he couldn't be like this, he went on to wash his face and clean himself and have something to drink. After cleaning himself in the hospital washroom, he went out to get a warm drink from the vending machine. The drink was warm but it wasn't as warm as the hand he held.
There's a bench and he thought might as well sit down and had his drink, he needed time to think.
He took a deep breath. Sipping the coffee he had on his hand, he looked at the sky. Massage his temples, looking down at his drink. He had a lot of things in his mind that he started to have headaches. Regardless he gulp down the drink and went back inside. To her.
