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"Ring around the rosie... "
Muffled voices wormed their way into Dazai's mind, sluggishly yet persistently cutting through the uncanny ringing in his ears. The only clear sound--
"A pocket full of posies... "
It was unnerving, especially in his current state. He shifted, trying to cover his ears, but whimpered in agony as his burns screamed. Leave me alone, he thought to himself. Chuuya, stop that singing. He coughed, ash coating his raw throat.
"Oh my gosh, he's alive!" A woman's voice pierced through the ringing, and Dazai was faintly aware of gentle hands brushing his forehead.
"Ashes, ashes..."
Paramedics rushed frantically towards him, and the last thing Dazai remembered was a soft male voice: "It's ok."
"We all fall down."
