OP M.I.F.P (Sequel to I'm Not As Evil As You)

Freak-out

At first, Shizuo panicked. But 2 seconds later, fury shot up his chest like a fully loaded gun.

He dashed at lightning speed and tried to catch the car, but it was too far gone. He growled in frustration and ran over to Izaya, who lay motionless on the ground, his head surrounded in a pool of blood.

Again, panic rose in the blonde's ribs and he nearly forgot about his surroundings as he slowly leaned his head downwards, pressing his red ear up against the dark, ripped-up shirt of the raven.

His heart.

It wasn't beating.

Shizuo's pupils went small as his eyes widened. He let out a wildly insane scream, and ambulance trucks and police cars appeared everywhere. Their sirens rang endlessly in the protozoan's ears, and he quickly covered them, muffling the wailing sounds of the blue-and-red sirens. But he continued to scream as if he was possessed and his eyes stayed wide open as never-ending tears went shooting down his cheeks.

The police officers hesitantly grabbed hold of his arms. But, being Shizuo Heiwajima, of course he didn't let them.

"NOOO!!!" He screamed in response punching off the officers easily, as if they were stuck on with nothing more than water. He chased the medics as they picked up Izaya and took him away.

They allowed the blonde to come with them in the ambulance truck, for the police were going to question him anyway.

Shizuo finally quieted when the medics shushed him. They forced him not to look at the, once again, motionless raven as they plucked in tubes and such. They reached the hospital at the speed of sound, and this time, Izaya had a new room. But that was the least of Shizuo's worries.

"Please stay seated in the waiting-Hey!" The blonde ignored the nurses and other medics who tried to get him to sit and stay in the waiting room. No way in hell was Shizuo staying in the goddamned waiting room.

He burst in Izaya's new, light-blue room, and wanted to see what the doctors would do to him. But they shooed him away, telling him it was best if he just sat down and stayed back. So, Shizuo plopped down in a chair in the corner of the room, his thoughts feeling as though they were making their way through a far-too complicated maze.

Why was Izaya on the road in the first place?!

Didn't that idiot see a frikin' car coming?!

Who... "Who the HELL WAS THAT MANIAC DRIVVVERRRR?!!" He yelled loudly, not caring whoever heard.

After a lot of his tantrums, a few police made their way in. They sat down in chairs in front of the blonde, and began to ask questions.

"What time did this accident happen?"

"What colour was the car?"

"Did you see the licence plate? What about the driver?"

"What has happened to Mr. Orihara before?"

Shizuo answered all the questions numbly, not wanting to say anything more. His jaw ached for no reason, and he hated it. So, every two seconds he would flex his jaw, causing little snapping sounds and clicking sounds.

After the police left, it took about 3 hours before the doctors emerged. By now, it was around 8:30, but Shizuo wasn't tired at all. He was fully alert, not blinking an eye.

Shizuo immediately jumped out of his chair, studying the expressions on the doctors faces. Their brows were furrowed with concern.

Shizuo broke into a sweat. "What is it?! What happened?! Another coma-"

"Shizuo," One of them sighed, cutting the blonde off. "He's dead."