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Twelve
Shun sat outside the infirmary in a wreck, hair frizzled
out in a few places and a deep, worried frown etched onto his face. He
held a lock of his tresses in hand, obsessively stroking it as his knee bounced
up and down. His eyes bore the resemblance of a puppy who'd lost its master,
eyebrows sloped back so severely that skiers wouldn't take them on. He
sniffed back a small fit of tears. The idea of being strong escaped him
after being told the massive bash to Hasukawa's head gave him a pretty decent,
while mild, concussion, meaning that he'd probably be sent to the hospital.
Shun buried his face into his hands, sniffing again as he fought back a sob.
This
is all my fault, he thought gloomily, wiping
the building tears from his eyes once more. Suka would be out for at
least two weeks if Hiro deemed that he would have to seek the hospital. It was
possible that Hasukawa could stay, bed ridden, of course, but it made Shun feel
no less guilty. He pulled his face from his hands and placed them on his
knocked knees, leaning forward a bit in his seat.
"I'm so sorry, Suka-chan. . ." Looking up, he
saw Mitsuru emerge from the infirmary with a warm smile. After a small
exchange, Shun was half-relieved to discover that Suka would be well enough to
stay in Greenwood.
Vowing silently to visit every day, Shun shakily got to his feet and thanked
the sempai. Not willed enough to go see his comrade just yet, Shun
resolved to just go back to 210 and maybe get a nap. It was the early
hours of the morning, a few renegades finally returning from their nights
out. The Dorm Mother was yelling down the hall, Shun not really caring
about at whom it was directed. A few cheerful back-and-forths went on down the
hall around Shun's ears, inciting no good vibes from his still shell-shocked
mind. Aoki had stopped by earlier to wish his condolences, but other than
him, no one really knew of the accident. Just as well, Shun supposed;
there was no need to make a fuss.
"Suka-chan," he murmured softly as he pushed
through his door. "I'll make my own fuss."
And thus did weeks pass, prior plans abandoned in the
name of Shun and Suka hanging out religiously during the time Hasukawa was put
down. It wasn't long before Suka was back on his feet, complaining of
both stomach and head pains, occasionally.
But as Shun had reasoned before, it was just as well –
while he could be annoying in his whining, it least it made Suka more
boisterous. Concussions could be a good thing.
End. Oh no! Try again.
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