[Morphine really is just a modern miracle. Hikaru feels like he's floating, or maybe he's sinking, or maybe it's both of those things at the same time. There's no need to bite down on a sturdy stick, or a leather strap, in order to weather the worst of the pain. He doesn't have to claw at the blankets in desperation and hope that his wounds won't fester with dangerous fluids. Lying here comfortably is so miraculous that it doesn't feel real, like it's something someone made up to fool him, to make him feel like he's dreaming, except for the way Touya is looking at him. Touya is looking at him like he never expected Hikaru to look back at him for any reason. It's the sort of look that causes Hikaru's throat to tighten up, and it's already dry, yeah, like he's tried to swallow a handful of spices. (Crushed cinnamon is supposed to be good for purifying the soul.) Touya is looking at him and that's all the proof he needs to know that he's still alive. He wasn't planning to die back there, but he wouldn't have been surprised if he did. Not that you can be surprised when you're dead. But, you know.]
Touya...
[This morning, he saw Touya in a sleepy, pretty mussed and messy state, but how Touya looks right now is different from that. Touya looks like he could vomit up his most recent meal, or tear out his hair, or tear out and then eat his hair, or something equally violent. Hikaru wonders if Touya's been eating enough, because he's heard about how Touya refuses to eat lunch during his games, and that's a stupid as hell thing to do. It seems so stupid to go without eating--to fast, that's the word for it--for any amount of time whatsoever. Touya Akira's the real moron here, for not eating his lunch, for not running when Hikaru told him to run, but he's still in one piece and that's the only thing that matters. The one and only thing.]
Hey, Touya...
[Hikaru sounds inescapably tired, like he could fall back asleep at any moment. He looks like it, too, with how he's struggling to keep his eyes open more than a sliver. Some of his fingers are trying to curl inward, to anchor him to wakefulness, but it's weirdly hard to move any part of himself. He's struggling to do more than breathe and lick his dry lips a little in between breaths. At the same time, Touya sounds like he's getting ready to burn down a forest. That's familiar, and it's also kind of scary, because Hikaru is too weak to defend himself against any of it. Touya's voice has a high chance of scalding him, when really all he wants is that cup of chipped ice and another soft blanket. Unsurprisingly, Touya's bedside manner could seriously use some work.]
How long've you been here for? I don't... what time is it, even...
[He tries once more to lift up his head, in search of a clock, but that only makes him wince and sigh audibly.]
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Touya...
[This morning, he saw Touya in a sleepy, pretty mussed and messy state, but how Touya looks right now is different from that. Touya looks like he could vomit up his most recent meal, or tear out his hair, or tear out and then eat his hair, or something equally violent. Hikaru wonders if Touya's been eating enough, because he's heard about how Touya refuses to eat lunch during his games, and that's a stupid as hell thing to do. It seems so stupid to go without eating--to fast, that's the word for it--for any amount of time whatsoever. Touya Akira's the real moron here, for not eating his lunch, for not running when Hikaru told him to run, but he's still in one piece and that's the only thing that matters. The one and only thing.]
Hey, Touya...
[Hikaru sounds inescapably tired, like he could fall back asleep at any moment. He looks like it, too, with how he's struggling to keep his eyes open more than a sliver. Some of his fingers are trying to curl inward, to anchor him to wakefulness, but it's weirdly hard to move any part of himself. He's struggling to do more than breathe and lick his dry lips a little in between breaths. At the same time, Touya sounds like he's getting ready to burn down a forest. That's familiar, and it's also kind of scary, because Hikaru is too weak to defend himself against any of it. Touya's voice has a high chance of scalding him, when really all he wants is that cup of chipped ice and another soft blanket. Unsurprisingly, Touya's bedside manner could seriously use some work.]
How long've you been here for? I don't... what time is it, even...
[He tries once more to lift up his head, in search of a clock, but that only makes him wince and sigh audibly.]