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Nitori’s on the bed, lying too still even though Rin keeps staying their name and there’s an empty bottle on the floor and – shit – he picks it up and it says ‘aspirin’ and he wants to throw up because – oh fuck – did Nitori take them all – why the fuck would they do that oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck—
Rin shakes their shoulders a bit too hard; their eyelids flicker, but they don’t look at him, and tears spill down Rin’s face as he mumbles, “Why, Ai, why,” and taps their face to keep them conscious and, shit, what’s he going to do?
And then his hands are fumbling as he calls an ambulance and he sits on the bed besides Nitori and whispers, “Please, Ai, please be okay…”