The Rewrite *Slow Updates*

Three- Part Three // Morishige's Point of View

A/N- I'm sorry that it's been almost a year since I've worked on posting this on Wattpad and Over a year since I've worked on the story itself but I'm hoping that posting this section can make up for it. Rereading it for the first time since I wrote it almost brought me to tears.  I missed these beautiful imaginary people.  나는 그것을 좋아하면 좋겠 :)

"-We've attempted to stay optimistic, but with the amount of muscle and brain damage that was sustained we believe that even if he were to wake up he would never return to his former self. The most likely outcome of his survival is a life affixed to a bed-- a chair if he's lucky." The doctor looked between Ritsuko and I. Ritsuko looked sick, leaning forward in his chair with his head down. " Look, I'm aware that the likely outcome is far from favorable, but he would be alive. He could relearn how t-"

"Shut up."

The words fell from Ritsuko's lips, seeming to silence even the machinery in the room. He stood slowly, taking feeble swings at the doctor. It was pathetic, really.

"Who gave you the right to talk about him that way? Who the hell do you think you are?"

Any other questions that Ritsuko had were muddled by tears. His entire body shook as he took swing after feeble, weak swing. My feet carry me to him, gripping his wrists and holding them to my chest. He fights for a moment, slurring words of defiance before his knees buckled under him and we both fell to the floor.

"Ritsuko..." His name fell from my lips, but it didn't seem to reach his ears. I could see him cracking under all of the pressure, shards of his being littering the floor around us.

"Who the hell does he think he is, huh?" His words are barely whispers, " He doesn't get to talk about Ayako like that... He doesn't..."

"Ritsuko."

His head raises, and our eyes meet. A distant anger has risen in them, a fire lit somewhere too deep within himself for me to see. But there's a glow of it in his eyes, mixing with the tears streaming down his cheeks.

"What're we gonna do, Shig?" his voice cracked, his hands lowering to grip mine tightly. I look between him and the pale, sleeping Ayako. "He's never goin' t'know that I'm sorry, Shig- He's never gonna know that you love him. He's never going to hear any of that."

Ritsuko's entire body seemed to break down, folding in on itself. His head hit my chest and a dull ache seemed to transfer from him to me. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight to my body as he cries loudly. My chin rests atop his head, his fingers curled around my shirt.

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Hours had passed, Ritsuko had fallen asleep a while ago, but I couldn't bring myself to leave Ayako alone. A few doctors and nurses had come through, bringing coffee or food or refilling IV bags. They'd always been quiet and polite, coming and going with little more than a nod of condolence.

My hands, now, were wrapped around a warm mug, my eyes fluttering shut every few seconds before I jerked myself awake again.

"I'm so sorry, Shig."" The voice seems to come from Ayako himself, but his body is unmoving. "Please take care of him, Shig."

My eyes close, and I can almost see the arm that I can feel wrap around me.

"Maybe he just needs to get laid." The words bring a small smile to my lips.

"Don't we all."

The memories plays over and over in my head; all of the memories from yesterday playing over the track of a flatline in the background. The voices of doctors and nurses run over it for just a moment before they fade into the feeling of Ayako's arms around me, the feeling of his heartbeat against my ear as I lay my head on his chest. And then, in an instant, everything is gone.