Osamu, of course knew that Chuuya was just pretending to be a vampire, so when he ended up in a crashing elevator at Mersault, he wasn't particularly worried about dying. His husband - his partner would keep him safe. In that, he had no doubt. Of course, and injury of some sort was to be expected. After all, Chuuya had to keep up the act and couldn't stop the elevator all together. He would just have to, well, cushion the fall.

Once they knew Fyodor was gone, Chuuya splinted his broken leg as best as he could for the moment, and on with the show they went. Osamu walked as best he could the rest of his time there, because, well, what other choice did they have? He could only come to regret that choice later when, after everything cleared and everyone was safe and back to normal, he got the news that his leg was in fact not broken, but instead shattered.

Things didn't get better from there. The horrible trauma to his leg combined with the fact he walked on and even ran on it afterward.... there was no fixing the damage. The only way to guarantee a life where he's not in constant pain? Remove the leg completely.

Recovery was a long process. Osamu remembers waking up from the operation and looking at where his leg used to be - now just a bandaged stump. As he stared, he just felt... numb. The next few days were a blurry daze. He remembers his coworkers visiting a few times. And Chuuya constantly by his side. All he felt was just. Nothing. He just sat there, staring in a daze as Chuuya talked about prosthetics. A prosthetic? He needs a prosthetic. He needs. An aid. He needs - he needs - he needs!? He- he's Osamu Dazai the former Demon Prodigy and Black Wraith or the Port Mafia! He shouldn't need!

Chuuya could see it a mile away. Osamu always had trouble asking for help and didn't like depending on others. Now he was missing a whole leg and would either need a prosthetic and/or cane for the rest of his life. Chuuya still remembers when Osamu woke up from surgery, and how for days he just had that vacant, shell-shocked look. He knew the other well, and he knew once the numbing stopped, there would be an explosion of emotions, and all Chuuya could do was be there and help however he could.

They had finally gotten the prosthetic for Osamu, but the other refused to even look at it, and Chuuya knew not to push right now. Osamu was off from work while he recovers, so most of his days are spent in bed, half the time staring at the wall. He didn't eat much and only spoke when spoken to... it was rough on both of them.

It finally happened, everything coming to a head. Chuuya doesn't know what sprung it on, but he was awoken to some weird noises, and looking beside him, he finds Osamu trying to hold in his cries. Immediately, he's sitting up and hovering over the other, frowning. "Samu.. hey. Are you in any pain? Your shoulder acting up again maybe?" He asks. He knew that wasn't it, but still.