Warnings: suggestive smut, self-harm, self-destructive reader, car accident
As Satoru was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of you in the hospital bed when the doctor went in. He didn’t see much in that fleeting moment, but he could make out your form with the machines and apparatuses attached to your body. They made you look smaller; so much smaller than you already are. The stinging pain in his chest lingered, and the breath he took in felt so thick that it had a hard time flowing into his lungs.
“I’ll be back to check up on her later.” Suguru murmured, biting his hair tie in between his teeth while he held his dark hair in a fist as they stepped out of the elevator. Satoru restrained himself from asking why when he remembered how the conversation about that topic went the night before.
‘There’s no reason to question it. You and Suguru are close friends, and it’s only natural for him to want to stay with you.’ He thought as he looked around the lobby. 'At all times.’ A voice in his head added, and as if he was talking to a real person, he nodded while biting his lips. The nurse that he asked for information the other day threw him a sharp look from a distance, doubtlessly still irritated by his little outburst. He gave her an apologetic smile, bowing to show respect.
Satoru opened his mouth to say that he, too, would be back later, but Shoko was already lecturing them. “Can’t you understand? She’s in a coma right now. She’s asleep. The doctors said that no visitors are allowed until she’s awake.” It was obvious that her patience was already running low. She had to restrain herself from going off on her friend so many times for several hours already. It’s already reaching its limit.
“Just go home. I’ll update you if something happens. Come back in two days.” Just as they were both about to protest, a female voice cut them off, making them turn to her as she walks past the automatic glass doors.
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