Makoto couldnāt remember a time when he cried like this. Maybe back when Haru collapsed by the creek trying to get their classmateās scarf. But that was nowhere near severity of the current situation.
Makoto had been pacing and sitting in the waiting room just outside the ERās doors for hours. Although he had lost track of time so he honestly didnāt know how long heād been waiting. And he didnāt care. Despite all the doctors that told him that it would be more than a few hours to do a complete diagnosis on his best friend and that he should go home and get some rest, the brunet just couldnāt. He needed to see his best friend awake for his own sake. Or at least hear that he was going to be okay.
He didnāt sleep. All night, he stayed awake in the quiet hospital after some pleading and teary eyes. It didnāt matter either way though. Makoto knew he wouldnāt be able to sleep.
The swimmerās body was shaking by the time anyone approached him. Eyes red and aching from being awake for so long blinked wearily at the man in the white coat. The manās voice was too loud and almost hurt Makotoās head as he spoke. āTachibana-san, I have some good news and some bad... Nanase-san is alive and all of his vitals are back to normal, but there was some complications after the accident...ā
Tears welled up at the end of the explantion, Makotoās stomach doing flips and his body feeling very very weak all of a sudden. No, please donāt tell me this. No.