[ it does nothing to calm shōyō; he still breathes quick, still hastens and paces back and forth with the utmost urgency. there was something wrong, there was something so wrong— ]
It’s, It’s Lazarus, he’s— He’s not waking up, he’s not, [ shōyō’s voice cracks into a squeak as if it’s being choked to the death. he leaves the room immediately with his hands running through his orange hair, and he full hopes that oikawa would come after him. he can’t bring himself to say if, and softly sobs: ] I— I need to take him, to the hospital, I need to do something—
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It’s, It’s Lazarus, he’s— He’s not waking up, he’s not, [ shōyō’s voice cracks into a squeak as if it’s being choked to the death. he leaves the room immediately with his hands running through his orange hair, and he full hopes that oikawa would come after him. he can’t bring himself to say if, and softly sobs: ] I— I need to take him, to the hospital, I need to do something—