[ He's fortunate(?) enough to wake up before everyone else. Not that it was hard; he'd been having problems sleeping for weeks now and had gotten accustomed to waking up before "morning" and waiting anxiously, wide awake for the 7:00 am announcement. Today though it suits him just fine. As quietly as he can he leaves the room, careful not to wake anyone else up, then returns to his own room. He's not sure how much time he has to do this, so he wants to do it fast. Wants to already be dead and gone before they can find him. The poisonous drink Takumi left him is not an option anymore, and he doesn't understand plants enough to even do anything with the ones his former room mate marked on the map, so he has to rely on another way to do this... one he really didn't want to do. But he doesn't see any other choice.
He starts running the bath first, then thinks to himself that he should take some of his own oxycodone now, if just to help deal with the pain. Probably takes more than he should, but it's not like he has to worry about its effects on him soon. Then it's just grabbing the handmade shiv Takumi left for him and the letters, and he's locking himself into the bathroom. The letters he leaves on the counter outside the door; he has to hope and believe that nothing will happen to them, that P.A.L. won't just decide to take them with his robot arms and get rid of them so they all die at the trial. If everyone died because of this... he couldn't bear that. Also... he wants everyone to be able to read them. They're the only way he was able to say goodbye.
Once that's done and the door is locked he undresses down to his underwear and gets into the bathtub, shiv placed on the rim for now. It's kinda weird to be wearing something in a full tub like this but if it's one thing he refused to let happen it was being found naked, so it'll have to do. The water's turned off and he relaxes for a moment, gives the oxycodone time to work and to steel up his nerves. Time to... wonder if he should really do this...
...
He grabs the shiv and starts to cut.
First it's his left wrist. A whine of pain escapes him as he tries to cut as deep as he can (downwards.... downwards because he remembers overhearing some classmates talk about how movie suicides always go across when it doesn't work as well...) and in the back of his mind he realizes he can speak again. He briefly reconsiders getting out and talking to everyone one last time, but the rest of his brain shoots that down so he keeps going... going until he starts to become numb. Until it becomes easier. When it's done he tries the other arm, but the combination of the oxycodone kicking in and trying to use his non-dominant, injured arm make it much harder, and he ends up making a much shallower cut only half way down as a result, before he tosses the shiv to the floor outside the tub.
Then he leaves both wrists under the water, closes his eyes and lays there. The blood is clouding the water and the oxycodone is fogging his mind.
[Footsteps on tile are hard to pick out, Choromatsu. But not the sound of the shiv skittering even further away from the tub, or the wet sound of footsteps making contact with the water that's now spilled over the edge of the tub.]
[ He feels really... lightheaded right now. Lightheaded and dizzy, and the oxycodone isn't really helping. But he does hear all that and manages to open his eyes a little ]
[The figure standing at the edge of the tub freezes when he stirs, long silver ponytail swinging over his shoulder when he turns his head. A gentle hand brushes the hair from Choromatsu's face.]
Shhhh...
[It sounds like Takumi, anyway.]
i feel like this should be an emotional moment but then all i've got are my muppety icons
[ Is he... hallucinating? He has to be... but that hand feels so real? ]
Ta...kumi...?
[ There's involuntary tears falling down his face and he doesn't even realize it. He wanted to see him again so badly... but of course he can if he's dying, right? Takumi's just come to get him... ]
[Takumi smiles, but then his expression shifts to a brotherly kind of disappointment, and he shakes his head.
Really. the fuck are you doing bro you missed your midsection entirely
The hand leaves his forehead and the figure moves to the faucet, hesitating for a second before reaching under the water to pull the drain on the tub.
While the water drains, Takumi moves out of sight for a moment, coming back with one of the bathroom's towels (one of Takumi's towels, which have gone unused for two weeks now), and he reaches in to wrap his arms around Choromatsu's chest and pull him out of the tub.
[ When he goes Choromatsu wants to reach out after him but he's too weak now to even raise his arm. His body is limp as "Takumi"(???????) pulls him out and he ends up shutting his eyes again.
He's warm... is everything warm in the after life...? ]
[Once Choromatsu is out of the tub, Takumi doesn't carry him much further than that, propping him upright against the side of the tub. There's watered-down blood soaked into the towel, into his clothes. He grabs Choromatsu's left wrist, the one with the deeper cut, the one with the PIP, and wraps the towel tightly around it, squeezing hard. Hard enough to hurt, hard enough to hold him, maybe, to bring him back, to hold his attention.
He's ready to press himself against Choromatsu to keep him still if he starts to thrash. His expression is twisted into one of worry and pain as he focuses on Choromatsu's wounds, on stopping the bleeding. He unwraps the wound, checks it, then wraps it back tighter than before and presses it into Choromatsu's chest and does the same thing with the other arm, the shallower cut.]
[ Choromatsu winces from the pain, then cries out the tighter he squeezes. He doesn't thrash but he tries to pull away before he's pressed against and kept still. It does bring his attention back for now, and also brings with it new tears.
He opens his eyes just enough to look at what Takumi's doing, but even though his attention is back for now he's still confused about what Takumi's doing. ]
Baka... kumi...
[ Are you calling him an idiot for trying to stop your fucking bleeding and it hurting? Really? ]
[Takumi looks up at Choromatsu's face at that, then when he's satisfied with the way Choromatsu's arms are wrapped up right in towels to staunch the bleeding, he gets up and goes back into room 10, coming back with one of the cat pillows and a blanket. He wraps the blanket around Choromatsu's wet shoulders, and then holds the cat pillow out seriously.
[ He blinks at the pillow and just... weakly reaches out for it. You might... have to put it in his grip for him Mysterykumi. But he's definitely trying to take it. ]
[ He squeezes, it's not very hard but it's as hard as he can right now. He feels like he might pass out soon, but he's trying not to. Not while Takumi... is still...
A panicky feeling starts to run through him. Maybe the part of him that's still logical and isn't too high on pain meds and blood loss to put two and two together, has figured out what Takumi is actually doing. Either way, it's what prompts the next words he gets out: ]
Choromatsu relaxes then. He can feel himself unable to stay conscious anymore, on the verge of passing out. But... maybe that's okay now. Takumi's here... Takumi's staying... ]
Please... don't leave me... again...
[ He murmurs it as his eyes flutter shut again and finally everything goes black, body going limp against Takumi's shoulders. Still though he is squeezing that cat pillow. ]
[Takumi can tell the difference between falling asleep and passing out, so when Choromatsu blacks out against him he doesn't linger to make sure he won't wake up. He gets up slowly, leaving Choromatsu propped against the tub, and pulls the blanket tighter around his shoulders.
Then he unlocks both bathroom doors and pounds his fist on the door to room 9, before disappearing with a couple of wet, slapping footsteps, and a clatter of metal on porcelain.]
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TW: SUICIDE (wrist slitting)
He starts running the bath first, then thinks to himself that he should take some of his own oxycodone now, if just to help deal with the pain. Probably takes more than he should, but it's not like he has to worry about its effects on him soon. Then it's just grabbing the handmade shiv Takumi left for him and the letters, and he's locking himself into the bathroom. The letters he leaves on the counter outside the door; he has to hope and believe that nothing will happen to them, that P.A.L. won't just decide to take them with his robot arms and get rid of them so they all die at the trial. If everyone died because of this... he couldn't bear that. Also... he wants everyone to be able to read them. They're the only way he was able to say goodbye.
Once that's done and the door is locked he undresses down to his underwear and gets into the bathtub, shiv placed on the rim for now. It's kinda weird to be wearing something in a full tub like this but if it's one thing he refused to let happen it was being found naked, so it'll have to do. The water's turned off and he relaxes for a moment, gives the oxycodone time to work and to steel up his nerves. Time to... wonder if he should really do this...
...
He grabs the shiv and starts to cut.
First it's his left wrist. A whine of pain escapes him as he tries to cut as deep as he can (downwards.... downwards because he remembers overhearing some classmates talk about how movie suicides always go across when it doesn't work as well...) and in the back of his mind he realizes he can speak again. He briefly reconsiders getting out and talking to everyone one last time, but the rest of his brain shoots that down so he keeps going... going until he starts to become numb. Until it becomes easier. When it's done he tries the other arm, but the combination of the oxycodone kicking in and trying to use his non-dominant, injured arm make it much harder, and he ends up making a much shallower cut only half way down as a result, before he tosses the shiv to the floor outside the tub.
Then he leaves both wrists under the water, closes his eyes and lays there. The blood is clouding the water and the oxycodone is fogging his mind.
Soon... it'll all be over... soon... ]
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Choromatsu doesn't open his eyes yet. The sound... could have easily been his imagination. Or something in the other room. ]
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.....ngh....?
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Shhhh...
[It sounds like Takumi, anyway.]
i feel like this should be an emotional moment but then all i've got are my muppety icons
Ta...kumi...?
[ There's involuntary tears falling down his face and he doesn't even realize it. He wanted to see him again so badly... but of course he can if he's dying, right? Takumi's just come to get him... ]
lmfao fuckin muppet
Really. the fuck are you doing bro
you missed your midsection entirelyThe hand leaves his forehead and the figure moves to the faucet, hesitating for a second before reaching under the water to pull the drain on the tub.
While the water drains, Takumi moves out of sight for a moment, coming back with one of the bathroom's towels (one of Takumi's towels, which have gone unused for two weeks now), and he reaches in to wrap his arms around Choromatsu's chest and pull him out of the tub.
He feels...real. And warm.]
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He's warm... is everything warm in the after life...? ]
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He's ready to press himself against Choromatsu to keep him still if he starts to thrash. His expression is twisted into one of worry and pain as he focuses on Choromatsu's wounds, on stopping the bleeding. He unwraps the wound, checks it, then wraps it back tighter than before and presses it into Choromatsu's chest and does the same thing with the other arm, the shallower cut.]
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He opens his eyes just enough to look at what Takumi's doing, but even though his attention is back for now he's still confused about what Takumi's doing. ]
Baka... kumi...
[ Are you calling him an idiot for trying to stop your fucking bleeding and it hurting? Really? ]
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Hug this.]
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Squeeze as hard as you can.]
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A panicky feeling starts to run through him. Maybe the part of him that's still logical and isn't too high on pain meds and blood loss to put two and two together, has figured out what Takumi is actually doing. Either way, it's what prompts the next words he gets out: ]
Don't.... don't go...
[ He's going to leave, isn't he? He can feel it.
Don't leave me again. ]
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But then Choromatsu speaks, and he looks at him with surprise, then his bangs fall over his eyes as he looks down at Choromatsu's "bandaged" arms.
Then he sits down next to Choromatsu, putting one arm around his shoulders and pulling him into a hug.]
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Choromatsu relaxes then. He can feel himself unable to stay conscious anymore, on the verge of passing out. But... maybe that's okay now. Takumi's here... Takumi's staying... ]
Please... don't leave me... again...
[ He murmurs it as his eyes flutter shut again and finally everything goes black, body going limp against Takumi's shoulders. Still though he is squeezing that cat pillow. ]
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Then he unlocks both bathroom doors and pounds his fist on the door to room 9, before disappearing with a couple of wet, slapping footsteps, and a clatter of metal on porcelain.]