Each unwilling touch, each shiver that ran down your spine in that hospital room. Each hit felt like a kiss when facing their-- his ultraviolence. All to obtain a measly device as tears shedded from your bruised face, cowering under the sheets like an apologetic dog facing the consequences of their own actions. Cowering in pure mortification as you dialed a specific number.

Silence painted the confines of your room, only enhancing the feelings of brewing horror and you remained impatiently waiting for the one person who could--

"Hey? What's up! I thought you were still recovering!" The chirpy and self-esteemed voice flooded the line, you could almost sense the grin twitching on his features; Dazai. Immediately, he could identify something occured-- Your reprehensive sniffles, the consistent shifting..

"What happened?" He questioned, his tone falling grim. "Do you need me there? Tell me what happened." He spoke, his voice hoarse with worry, the smile faltering, shifting to a concerned frown that etched his furrowed brows further, the undeniable layer of being perturbed moved fluidly across his veins.