[ fear. old fear. and new fear. why. what's wrong with you.
i love you.
murata ugetsu hears all of it. a song you scream rather than sing. or whisper in your sleep instead of out loud when you're awake. or nothing nothing nothing.
everything.
the nurse obscures him from yuki while she continues to fuss, casting not one but two suspicious looks back over her shoulder at the blonde, a similar flicker of recognition there as the receptionist had. his burned and bleeding hands re-bandaged just now, sit shaking violently in ugetsu's lap. he doesn't want yuki to see him like this.
at the same time, the way yuki's voice sounds right now to him is shattering with anxious warmth. ugetsu feels like it's touching him across his skin, then pushing inside along his broken bones and drawing through his depleted blood. when he trembles and shivers the nurse takes his temperature again. his head hurts; partially shaven at one side so they could suture and dress and wrap it. but really it hurts more because there's a familiar tension behind his blind eyes he won't let come to fruition.
a little more fussing and the nurse finally steps back. visiting hours ended some time ago and ugetsu's manager actually did try to enforce a no-visitors policy for safety reasons while they investigate if the car accident really was an accident. maybe she sees the desperation in every aspect of yuki's body language. maybe she thinks it's a shame and a pity no family has called or come. whatever reason, she murmurs only,
"he really needs to rest."
then she quietly leaves the room.
despite not being able to see, ugetsu turns his head away from where he can tell the door is, and therefore where yuki came in.
and it occurs to him, cold and far away from himself: maybe this is where he has to end it. ]
<3!!!!!!!!!!!
i love you.
murata ugetsu hears all of it. a song you scream rather than sing. or whisper in your sleep instead of out loud when you're awake. or nothing nothing nothing.
everything.
the nurse obscures him from yuki while she continues to fuss, casting not one but two suspicious looks back over her shoulder at the blonde, a similar flicker of recognition there as the receptionist had. his burned and bleeding hands re-bandaged just now, sit shaking violently in ugetsu's lap. he doesn't want yuki to see him like this.
at the same time, the way yuki's voice sounds right now to him is shattering with anxious warmth. ugetsu feels like it's touching him across his skin, then pushing inside along his broken bones and drawing through his depleted blood. when he trembles and shivers the nurse takes his temperature again. his head hurts; partially shaven at one side so they could suture and dress and wrap it. but really it hurts more because there's a familiar tension behind his blind eyes he won't let come to fruition.
a little more fussing and the nurse finally steps back. visiting hours ended some time ago and ugetsu's manager actually did try to enforce a no-visitors policy for safety reasons while they investigate if the car accident really was an accident. maybe she sees the desperation in every aspect of yuki's body language. maybe she thinks it's a shame and a pity no family has called or come. whatever reason, she murmurs only,
"he really needs to rest."
then she quietly leaves the room.
despite not being able to see, ugetsu turns his head away from where he can tell the door is, and therefore where yuki came in.
and it occurs to him, cold and far away from himself: maybe this is where he has to end it. ]