Inseparable - KomaHina

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Nagito tossed and turned in his bed, wishing for the medicine to just help him already.
He was growing impatient.
He wanted to just be like the other students.
The students who weren't sick, and who weren't crying every single day.
Nagito was beginning to cry.
His tears fell to his pillow, as he grabbed onto the blankets, and pulled them over his head.
He couldn't take it anymore, and the pain was causing him to want to scream out— and just die.
Though, it's a killing game.
He couldn't possibly let himself die from some stupid illness? Could he?
Nagito grabbed the blankets and pushed them down from his eyes. He then sat up, and grabbed some water that was on the nightstand, next to the bed.
Gulp.
Gulp.
Gulp.
Swallow.
"Mikan. My eyes. They're watering again.."
Nagito cried, holding his eyes shut.
It hurt to open his eyes.
"Mikan?" He asked, slowly opening one eye, as it stung.
Mikan wasn't there. Again. He shook his head and stood up, walking to the boxes of tissues that were beside the needles. Nagito grabbed the tissues, wiping his eyes.
The cord that was pumping blood through his arms tugged at him, as he disconnected it.
"Trash like me deserves such an illness." Nagito said to himself, smiling underneath his tears.
"I deserve this." He groaned, and gripped his head. The poor sick male threw the tissue into the trash, and looked at the door. The wooden door, with a rectangular shape in the middle with a glass texture. Nagito glanced into the hallway, as the beeping from the room he was in began to annoy him.
Beep.
Beep.
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-
"JUST SHUT UP!" Nagito yelled, not acting like himself at all, really, smashing the machine with his fist.
"Ugh.." He gripped his head and opened the door, and walked into the hallway. Past the radio room, past the art style room, and the fashion room,
till he got to his own dorm. His standard dorm. He swung the door open, and passed out on the floor.

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"Home sweet home.." Nagito said, grabbing his pillows and comforting himself, coughing extremely badly. "Ow.. my chest hurts so much.." Nagito whispered under his breath, slowly climbing up and over onto his bed, looking out the window, as he slowly began to drift off to sleep, his body parts began to slowly become more relaxed, as his eyes got more drowsy.
Soon enough, Nagito was fast asleep in his bed, holding one pillow to his chest, sleeping.
Just like the other students.
He was..
going insane.