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Chuuya sat by the detective agency’s hospital bed, listening to the soft beep of the machine helping Dazai to breathe. The brunet lay on the bed, chest rising and falling slowly. The heart rate monitor showed his heart beating at 58 beats per minute. His chocolate brown eyes were hidden by his closed eyelids, long eyelashes decorating the top of his high cheek bones. Chuuya realised this was the most peaceful he had ever seen Dazai in years. He looked content, and it pained Chuuya to realise that it took for the man to be in a coma to truly be at peace.
Chuuya reached out and took Dazai’s hand, squeezing it softly. He’d been in the same chair for hours, shifting around, napping, reading, but mostly watching Dazai in case he showed any signs of waking up. He was surprised the Agency allowed him to sit here, day after day like he had been for the past week, staying for half a day before he returned to the Mafia. He’d heard them discussing it, what if it’s a trick for him to find information out from us, but Kyouka had defended him, insisting that Dazai and Chuuya had been dating for years, and that Chuuya was genuinely concerned for the Agency’s currently inactive member.
Chuuya was about to get ready to leave, about to kiss the back of Dazai’s hand and promise he’d return tomorrow, when a groan came from the bed. Chuuya sat upright, staring at Dazai. His eyelids flickered and his head shifted slightly. The fingers under Chuuya’s touch began to twitch and tears filled the red-haired male’s eyes and he shifted to sit on the side of the bed, holding the hand tightly.
“Dazai?”
Chocolate brown eyes finally flickered open and Dazai groaned behind the oxygen mask on his face. Chuuya reached out and carefully lifted it off, smiling softly. “Hey, sleepy head.”
Dazai grinned weakly and yawned a little, grunting in pain. “What happened?”
“Kunikida found you passed out in your apartment. You got knocked out; do you remember what happened?”
Dazai frowned a little before chuckling weakly. “I think I do. I fell over in the shower and hit my head. I must have knocked myself out.”
“You… knocked yourself into a coma falling over in the shower?”
“I think so- Chuuya!”
Chuuya stood up from the bed sharply, walking out the room and slamming the door shut behind him. The sound brought Kunikida running from the offices. Chuuya watched him trip over a chair, hastily correcting it before he turned to Chuuya. Before the blond man could open his mouth, Chuuya sneered. “He knocked himself into a coma falling over in the shower.”
“And here we were thinking he’d been attacked in his apartment.”
“Probably did it on purpose, the suicidal maniac.” Chuuya turned his head, glaring at the door behind him.
Kunikida sighed. “I need a tea.”
Chuuya made a noise of agreement. “So do I. Come on, I know a good place nearby.”
Kunikida followed as Chuuya stalked off down the hallway. “What about Dazai?”
“Let the idiot wonder what happened in the past week for all I care.”
Kunikida paused in his movements before shrugging and following after him. Tea sounded good.