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“Don't make me blindfold you,” Dazai says with an annoyed sigh, but Chuuya can't even be bothered to bite back at him. It hurts so bad that he can hardly breathe.
“Are they - they're coming?” Chuuya breathes out, biting into his lip to distract from the unbelievable pain in his leg.
“I hope so. I definitely can't splint this myself,” Dazai says very casually, considering the situation. Chuuya doesn't know exactly how bad the break in his thigh is, but he can certainly feel it. He thinks he might die if Dazai tries to even touch it, let alone splint it.
“It's - it's bad, huh?” Chuuya chokes out, throwing his head back and biting holes into his lip just from the slightest accidental movement. This sort of thing normally doesn't happen when he uses Corruption, he's not sure what went wrong this time - and even worse, he's dealing with all of the side effects that using Corruption comes with, too, on top of the white-hot pain. He's losing his touch.
His muscles feel like they're burning underneath his skin. He's almost certain he's got a raging fever already, it's clouding his thoughts and already making him forget what's happened.
“Hey, are you listening?” Dazai says, and Chuuya realizes he's been speaking to him the whole time. He's forgotten what he was just thinking about, all he can focus on is the excruciating feeling in his thigh, and he decides he has to see it. He lifts his head, just a little to peer over at the injury. There's a lot more blood than he was expecting, but something off-white poking out amidst it all.
The bone is sticking out. Holy shit, that's his bone.
He can't even begin to attempt to hold back the rush of vomit that comes up his throat. He leans over to the side to throw up, choking and sputtering and just for a few seconds before he feels a hand on his back to steady him. God, he's never done well with this sort of thing, and certainly not if it's himself. His ears feel like they're stuffed with cotton and the way it's disorienting him only makes him more nauseous, somehow. He moans and grits his teeth, spitting up the rest of the acid in his mouth.
“They'll be here soon,” Dazai tells him. Chuuya barely hears him. He wants to go home. He doesn't feel good. Every time he uses Corruption he wishes to never do it again, and especially right now. Dazai's hand moves to his chest to lay him back down into the grass, and Chuuya's head luls to the side, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. He groans quietly. He thinks he's losing consciousness, but he tries to fight it.
“Stay with me, Slug,” Dazai says, his hand suddenly on his chin, turning it so he's facing up, and Chuuya tries to force his eyes open. He's right. He's probably bleeding a lot, that's gotta be part of the reason he feels so awful, but the way the pain in his leg has started to numb should probably make him worry. He's suddenly feeling Dazai squeeze his hand, though. “What're you doing this weekend?”
Chuuya recognizes that Dazai's simply trying to keep him conscious, but he wants to believe that maybe he's asking him on a date. He wants to chuckle at the idea, but his chest hurts and his face burns, he doesn't want to move.
The pain suddenly shoots down his thigh again, and he screams, the sound strangled in his throat, and his nausea comes back in full force, too - he definitely would have choked on the vomit rising in his throat if Dazai hadn't turned him on his side to choke up whatever is left in his stomach into the grass, only inches away from his face. He groans and pants over it, wishing more than anything for this to be over.
His cheeks feel like they're on fire, he feels far too many things in his face, his eyes are teary, his throat burns, he's covered in sweat and dirt and blood and he just wants to dunk his head underwater in a warm bath and curl up in his clean sheets and sleep through all of his alarms.
He wishes Dazai still had time to stick around and take care of him. He'd do anything for it, but he'd never admit it.
“Take me home,” Chuuya murmurs quietly once he's gently rolled back on his back. His head is starting to swim, that's always a sign that he's close to losing consciousness.
“I will,” Dazai tells him. Chuuya didn't realize his hand was still gripped tight around his, he squeezes it so hard that it takes his mind off the way his whole body feels right now. “As long as you don't puke on me.”
Chuuya's vaguely aware of a cheeky smile on his face that makes him want to roll his eyes, but he won't. He keeps his focus on Dazai's face, and everything around him is starting to fade out. It's a shame, Dazai kind of looked nice for once, with the night sky as a backdrop. “You're…you'd prob’ly be in't'that, freak…”
“Don't pass out,” Dazai tells him sternly, his expression suddenly changing, Chuuya realizing both of his hands are tight on his. He's trying, he really is, but he's run out of strength. His brain needs to shut down. “Chuuya, stay awake.”
“Take care a'me,” Chuuya barely manages. He wouldn't be surprised if the words never made it out, but Dazai says something to him that he can't hear anymore. He doesn't have any clue if he's agreeing or making some lame excuse, but at least Chuuya tried, right?
His eyelids betray him, and he loses sight of Dazai's eyes. They'd better be there the next time that he opens them.