Shizaya

He wasn't worried

He definitely was not worried but than again he was.
He didn't care what Izaya did right,.. right. 

After all Izaya didn't look like he was about too kill himself he totally wasn't gonna do that right. But Shizuo knew what was really going to happen, he knew, and had to do something about it...

Shizuo leaped up from his couch, running out of his apartment looking for  the flea....his flee.
The one that made him mad and sad and think, think about things he didn't want to, but knew he would eventually have to face these feelings he had deep inside wrapped in chains. The feelings that he thought he abandoned long ago but he now knew he shouldn't have....

 When he reached Izaya's apartment he looked around the darkly lit house finally finding Izaya, sprawled out on his bed shirtless without his fur trimmed jacket, his wrists had multiple gashes...as well as an empty bottle of pills just about to slip from Izaya's cold fingers.....

Shizuo's POV

I tried to shake him awake but it didn't work, of course it didn't work the evidence what had been done was right in front of me!

I picked him up and ran to Shinra's house Izaya was on me like a monkey. I held his arm in place making sure he didn't fall his legs around my waist as I ran.

How could I have not noticed something like, how could any of us had noticed....we didn't invite Izaya to the hotpot party, and when he asked why we didn't we all told him we hated him...but I was lying, I wanted him there. 

I went up the elevator receiving strange looks from the people around me. I didn't care as long as I got there in time.