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Sunny swallowed his nerves, staring at the hospital door in front of him, a number plate that had read '310'. He really couldn't believe that he was about to spill everything about what happened four years ago, especially with the emotional rollercoaster he's been on in the past twenty-four hours.
Between his fight with Basil, getting his eye gouged out by a pair of gardening shears, and facing his mental demons in the form of his twelve year old self, he was ready to either go back to sleep, or just throw himself off the building. But there wasn't any turning back at this point.
His hand grabbed the metal doorknob, pushing it downwards as he sighed, pushing onwards with some strange, newfound resolve.
' you can do this, Sunny Suzuki '
Inside he saw that Hero, Kel and Aubrey were busy talking to Basil, who seemed to already be up, which seemed suprising to sunny, seeing how bruised and battered the flower boy look as he lay there. But then again, Sunny was the one to get the worse of the two, his hand subconsciously touching the bandage.
Eventually, the one who noticed him was Basil himself, the boy turning to look at Sunny, which of course made the rest of the groups gazes turn to him. He felt nerves claw at his throat once more, the gaze of his friends drilling into him.
"Sunny, bud, I uh. . . don't think you should be out of bed . . . "
Kel was the first to speak up out of all of them, stepping away from Basil's hospital bed to what would be an attempt to help his friend back to his room. Before he could, Sunny finally spoke up, for the first time in years, and it was just a simple statement, Six words to vocalize;
"I have something to tell you."
Everyone in the room seemed to freeze, looking at Sunny with some sense of bewilderment in their eyes now.
"W-what? . . . "
Basil chimed in, blinking a few times. Sunny was confused, did he mumble the phrase? Was his voice too scratchy to understand? Were they all shocked he wanted to speak after four years and a night of sudden eye trauma?
"Uh . . . I said-"
"We heard you, idiot, but what the fuck?!"
It was Aubrey's turn to speak, her face unnaturally red as she looked at Sunny, still awestruck as she stood there.
Hero meanwhile, seemed to slowly fall down onto his knees, hands still holding onto the side rail of Basil's bed as he started mumbling to himself, to unintelligible for Sunny to get an accurate read on, and it confused him only further.
"I . . . Dont understand then, whats the problem? . . . "
He jumped slightly as he felt Kel's hand make contact with his shoulder, his gaze turning to the much taller boy, who looked less bewildered then the others.
"I'll be the one to just come out and say it, i guess, but uh . . . Wow Sunny, your voice got uh . . . deep, like the good kind of deep."
Sunny blinked, hand subconsciously moving to touch his throat. This was what their reaction was about? His Voice being a lot deeper then when they last heard him at age twelve? Today just had to get weirder for him, and he hadn't even gotten out what he wanted to say yet.
"Well uh. . . I didn't really expect this, I guess i uh. . . didn't really expect you all to be so enthralled just because my voice got deeper then when i was twelve . . . But its not that important, i still have something to-"
Sunny trailed off when he felt Aubrey's hands on either side of his face, staring at him, face still red from earlier.
"Say more stuff."
"Wha-"
"Just keep saying random stuff, your voice is nice to listen to, dumbass."
His own face went red in response, not expecting this much physical contact from his friends, especially from his lifelong crush, who was basically admitting that she liked his voice.
"Ill say as much as you want, Aubrey, but id like to say what i want without being cut off. . . "
He mumbled, concerned look in his eye as he stood there, mouth in a line, despite the red gathering in his face.
Soon after, hero's mumbling finally turned into him croaking out a simple statement.
"It's not fair . . . "
"Huh? . . . "
"Its not fair that puberty hit sunny's voice better then it hit mine, damn it!"
Hero stood up, look of disdain on his face as he had looked to Sunny again. Ah, so that's what he was likely mumbling about, more about his voice, less about the fact that sunny was actually trying to confess something.
This was baffling to Sunny, he didnt really even think his voice sounded all that good, to be honest. Yes it was far deeper than when they all had heard it when he was younger, but to him it felt like his friends were just overexaggerating how good it really sounded in the first place. Maybe he had this thought process since he's lived with this voice for a while, and just got used to it being deeper then most people his age should actually be.
If only they'd let him speak though, both Kel and Aubrey dragged him to sit down and had whipped out thier phones, and they spent the next hour or so having Sunny quote memes or phrases from shows or movies that they wanted to hear. Kel got a kick out of it, laughing when he got Sunny to say something. Aubrey on the other hand, either only smiled, or got more flustered when she got sunny to say something.
Meanwhile, Hero sulked away in his own little corner, still in disbelief that Sunny could sound this good, he felt honestly jealous of how Sunny was blessed, in his eyes, with a voice that didn't seem to fit his body after all these years.
The only one who seemed to understand Sunny's trouble, was Basil. Of course he had his own internal conflicts on how good his best friend had come to sound after all of these years spent seperated. But every time Sunny made eye contact with the flower boy, there was a certain knowing in his eyes, about what Sunny was really here to do.
After a while Sunny himself had just grown impatient, standing up all of a Sudden, drawing the attention of everyone once again. Finally showing some emotion as he distanced from the group, turning back to them with a look of annoyance and a hint of anger.
"Alright, fuck, enough of the swooning and the laughter and the jealousy of how good my voice sounds and shit, i came here to get something off of my chest and goddamnit ill do it, even if my voice starts to die halfway through now."
Good, he had their proper attention and thier silence now, Basil being the only movement in the room as he gave sunny a gentle nod, a small smile on his lips. Nodding back, he took a deep breath, and finally got to what he wanted to say;
"Mari's death wasn't a suicide. . . It's all my fault."
. . .
"Oh that, yeah Basil already uh . . . Explained that to us . . . "
Wait . . . What? Sunny shot a look between Kel and Basil, bewilderment to Kel, and a glare at Basil, for not saying anything about it sooner.
"So this entire thing was pointless, then . . ."
It was Sunny's turn to fall to his knees, head thunking against the foot of Basil's bed, a sigh leaving his lips.
"Can we uh . . . Go back to hearing you quote stuff? . . ."
Aubrey spoke up, sunny sliding his face to meet her flustered gaze with his sole eye.
. . .
"Fuck it, why not."