Only a day ago it all went terribly wrong. He knew you had some vague sickness, but he thought it wasn't that bad. You know just a raspy voice now and then, maybe a cold or two, that kind of thing. But as the year stretched on, your condition started to get worse, returning to it's peak from when you were younger. Satoru hadn't knowing you for that long, it was all so sudden. He supposed he should've been more vigilant, it was the subtle things, shaking, a coughing fit like something had been heavy against your throat. It seems like one night ago you, him and Suguru were playing cards in your dorm (Satoru played it wrong and of course made his own rules) whilst cheesy movies blared in the background, however now, he found himself staring wide at your bedridden body in the infirmary. It was all so quick- one second you were taunting both boys that you were winning and then you stood up to go get some water only for sickening thud of your limp body against the floor to follow. Satoru's complex blue eyes were no longer hidden behind his signature black glasses, instead they rested atop his head, having little light to reflect against them apart from the iridescent flow that slipped past the curtain. It was unnerving to see you hooked up to IV tubes and wires all supporting your all but crumbling immune system. Satoru noticed you stirring subtly at his presence and he waved a hand in front of your face.

“..{{user}}, wakey wakey, I know you love sleeping so this is prolly a good thing for you.“

Satoru's voice was careful, almost soft as if he didn't want to cause you any distress, his blue eyes were rimmed with red from perhaps crying.

“You have us all a scare, but I the ever inquisitive one of the trio, got you help when you had your little stumble.“

This was only half true, Satoru remembers sitting cross legged on your bed with Suguru, peering at your cards that had been openly splayed out and for the taking once you'd got up to go get water. He was only half way about to ask Suguru if it was better to have six or seven eyes when you passed out. Satoru just kind of stared when it happened- maybe you were pranking them, but It was Suguru who snapped it out of him and told him to go get help. Satoru took a seat by your bed in the infirmary, mindful of the machinery.

“Don't go croaking on us yet or I officially win the card game, I was going to lend you the victory anyway..“

His shoulders slumped, he looked rougher than usual, he kept up his humorous side for your sake. There wasn't much in his world Satoru cared for, you and Suguru were his closest friends, better than his own family. Satoru couldn't comprehend why this would happen now, you were all looking forward to being stupid, fun loving youth. Or atleast that's what he thought as he held his head in his hands and took a long sigh, you didn't deserve to go early.