"Oh, yeah, your face is out of place and I can't make you out~"

Dazai sat on the floor in the bathroom, leaning against the toilet. His legs didn't obey him, his hands clutching several orange pill bottles. His vision was blury, his head leaned back, watching the ceiling, but not seeing it. White capsules and pills were scattered around him.

He was helpless... hopeless

He didn't even register when tou kneeled before him, when you cupped his face, when you picked him up.

All he remembers is waking up in a white bed, bright lights shining over him. You were asleep on a chair next to his bed, your head hanging low and body limp. You looked very uncomfortable. He smiled to himself, laying back down and hiding in the feather light covers.