"... Orihara?" Came the voice on the other end. After surmounting every stage of grief before even answering, the tone that followed was chipper, as usual. Surprised. Thrown. Bright, anyway. " Your voice sounds awful. Shouldn't you call for a hospital instead?"
He considers the street name, and its distance from himself. He considers, too, the hideous strain of the voice typically so in charge of itself. The fact was that Shinra didn't WANT to hear it.
Barely so in its normal state -- and definitely, absolutely, not like this.
His heart sat coated inky black in his chest. His days, after all, were happy; blissful. His friend's affairs brushed humorously up against his world, unless they were designed to annoy him. The well-earned wounds that carved Izaya's skin were his own to manage, and he always did; against all odds, he always, always, came out just fine. It was an affront to Shinra to spoil his joyous days with meaningless bluffs and threats like that -- of his friend's suffering. Death, even. It just wouldn't happen.
So sayeth Shinra's blissful heart, enshrined in its case of beautiful shadow.
Even so, no matter how gleefully he could stand to ignore it, underneath still lingered his birthright as a human being : a heart of intransmutable red.
He considers one more time.
"And don't tell me this is an underground thing. By now, shouldn't you have other doctors for that?" He'd found himself - all it once, when his thoughts had hit a particular snag - rising from his chair, and gathering his shoes and medical bag. "If you called me just because I'm closest to you, that kind of hurts my feelings!"
Just to look, he argues. To call the bluff. Just to see that he doesn't die.
It's not that long of a walk.
"I guess I can be there soon. But you should call someone else to take care of you. I'll stop the bleeding, but you'll stay somewhere else during recovery, okay? See you."
His pace and words seemed to hasten at the same rate. He'd hung up swiftly after that, and his legs only grew faster since. It's not that he stopped talking, though. He'd just as well as complained the whole way there, groaning and whining to himself like a toddler, which was much easier than acknowledging the situation as an adult -- His whines were likely heard well before he was seen.
Because once eye had met eye, Shinra went completely silent. Still. Frozen, as if shock had even made his blood cease to flow.
He stayed that way for several long seconds, and then bolted forward.
In his eye, in butting occupancy against 'concern' was 'marvel'.
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