[ by the time shōyō gets to the door, his legs were begging to rest, to lay in a bed wrapped in blankets and sleep until the heavy, febril sensation across his body was dull. the problem was his mind— he ignored it. he had to, and because of this, he kept going, as if his body’s demands had gone muted. when he’s pressed far beyond his second limits (because clearly, the first had already been breached), he’d rest. he had to find lazarus.
and find him, he did, but under such worrying circumstances that shōyō didn’t linger there or keep his friend to continue in his solitary and confined to his own penance. even if it hurt is fingers to shake him, even more so his arms, biceps and abdomen to lift him into his arms and fast walk to the closest infirmary wing available to them, he’d ignore it.
if lazarus is to return at his own time, then at least he would do so safely. hydrated, watched over, monitored— by the time shōyō had his arms empty he quite nearly lost his footing by the scrambling at lazarus’ brand new hospital bed. he needed a bed, himself.
as long as the other was safe, he’d allow himself that very same and necessary rest. he just didn’t need a bed for it, actually. just a chair would do. a chair and some blankets. he’d stay right at his bedside, until then. it ached every joint in his hand the hold lazarus’ and give it an occasional squeeze, if it’d help wake him up.
he never left, not even after those eyes opened at last. ]
think this one is at a good spot! đź‘Ś
and find him, he did, but under such worrying circumstances that shōyō didn’t linger there or keep his friend to continue in his solitary and confined to his own penance. even if it hurt is fingers to shake him, even more so his arms, biceps and abdomen to lift him into his arms and fast walk to the closest infirmary wing available to them, he’d ignore it.
if lazarus is to return at his own time, then at least he would do so safely. hydrated, watched over, monitored— by the time shōyō had his arms empty he quite nearly lost his footing by the scrambling at lazarus’ brand new hospital bed. he needed a bed, himself.
as long as the other was safe, he’d allow himself that very same and necessary rest. he just didn’t need a bed for it, actually. just a chair would do. a chair and some blankets. he’d stay right at his bedside, until then. it ached every joint in his hand the hold lazarus’ and give it an occasional squeeze, if it’d help wake him up.
he never left, not even after those eyes opened at last. ]