Lavender and Vanilla {Itafushi}

Part Nine: Misery Loves My Company

(A/N) bit of a shorter chapter, sorry

Fushiguro's POV

My head.. Felt fuzzy.. Everything felt like it was spinning. My body- I couldn't move, my entire body felt numb..

What happened? I tried my best to remember..

I was.. I think I was sitting in bed, writing in a notebook? But why exactly was I writing in a notebook again? I couldn't quite recall..

What happened after that..

Fuck, I have the worst migraine right now.. It hurts just trying to remember.

"Megumi?" I heard a woman's voice, though couldn't bring myself to open my eyes.

She let out a sigh, as I felt someone stroke my cheek gently. With that, I slowly let my eyes flutter open, wincing at the bright lights in the room.

"Thank heavens you're awake." I now recognized this voice as Shoko, as she stood beside the hospital bed I was-

Wait a minute, why was I..

I quickly sat up upon realization, abruptly crying out as immense pain now shot throughout my arms, causing them to give out and leave me laying back down.

"Be careful! You don't want to tear the stitches!" Shoko exclaimed, frowning and placing a hand to my forehead.

A couple stray tears ended up rolling down the sides of my face, my body's instinctive reaction to the sudden shock of pain I had just received.

Hold on, did she say stitches?

My glossy, bloodshot eyes widened as I suddenly remembered huge chunks of what happened.

"Do you know why your here, Megumi?" She asked calmly, which I appreciated.

"I.. I think so."

"I tried my best to use technique reversal, but I had to be careful, given your condition, it could've had backlash. You're lucky we found you in time.."

That's right.. I remembered just about everything now.

Lifting my head slightly, I glanced down to see the multiple rows of stitches on my wrists. The skin itself was still red and irritated from the many wounds that were now trying to heal.

"I don't even know how you managed snag a bottle of pills from my office, but luckily enough for you, overdosing on them caused no fatal damage.. Had it been one of the other bottles, I'm not so sure." She explained, and I looked aside guiltily, having forgotten that part.

"And there are a total of 25 stitches in all on your arms. Even with your strength and cursed energy, those wounds were deep enough to easily kill you."

Well, yeah.. That was kind of the point..

"You'll be starting therapy soon, though."

Oh, how great..

"And you're staying here now during the mission to Nagoya."

"No, I'll be fine.. I can still go.." My voice was hoarse as I finally spoke up, though I knew I probably had no choice in the matter..

"It's a little too late for that now, they left early this morning. Gojo stayed in order to make sure you were ok though." Shoko explained.

"Wait, they already left?" Truth be told, I had been looking forward to that trip. It was a part of Japan I hadn't been to before, and just being there with Kugisaki and-

..Ah, that's right, I almost forgot about the whole thing with Itadori.

"They did."

"B-But weren't they sent to exorcise a bunch of powerful curses, including a special grade?! Couldn't they have at least sent a special grade sorcerer like Yuta to accompany them?" I began to panic, knowing the inevitable danger awaiting them in Nagoya. I needed to be there.. I needed to help!

"Don't worry, Yuta did in fact go with them. He filled in for you."

That was at least somewhat comforting to hear.. But it still didn't put me at complete ease. How was I supposed to know if they were ok?

"Megumi!" I then glanced over towards the doorway, spotting a relieved Gojo standing there. He hurried over to envelop me into a tight hug, burying his face into my shoulder.

"I'm so glad you're okay.." he murmured, releasing a sigh of relief.

I finally closed my eyes again, weakly lifting my arms up to hug him back, despite the stinging in my arms. Tears began swelling up in my eyes. "G-Gojo.."

I'd be lying if I said I didn't appreciate the gesture. Honestly, I really needed a hug right now.

I could feel a bit of dampness on my shoulder, and soon realized Gojo was actually crying. I frowned, lifting a hand up to comb through his white locks of hair.

"Why?" He choked out, "Why did you do it?" His voice was broken and shaking, I'd never seen him act like this before..

I grit my teeth at the question, "I just- I'm so tired.. I'm so tired, Gojo.. Nothing makes me happy anymore." I whimpered back in reply, gripping onto the back of his jacket.

"Megumi, I care about you so much, I love you like you're my own son. I only want you to succeed and be happy.. Please, don't do this, I can't handle losing you."

A couple tears began spilling over and rolling down my face.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.."