Pretty much just comes and goes and as soon as he gutses up to decide Kengo is going to die he gets too sad and goes back to his side to yell at him not to and then sit and sulk
[just making sure to reinforce for you that hope is a terrible emotion to have
I mean... Finally, sometime in the early hours of the 97th day his breathing rhythm changes, sounding less painfully slow and more natural if one is listening. Eventually Kengo shifts on his own, eyes falling open as he slowly looks around. He's still mildly feverish, as he's been the whole time, but nothing as intense as when this all started.]
[Tries to reply but his voice sorta dies in his throat, barely a dry croak, and he coughs, bringing a hand up to massage his neck and smiles uncertainly at him before trying again...]
Doesn't notice Darc over there freezing up just yet, just lying there with his hands pressed over his eyes, breathing stuttering rather obviously and painfully.]
[DID YOU SAY CRY HARDER?? No probably not, but that's sort of what happens, except now he's looking at Darc and clearly is having too many feelings at the same time.]
What's wrong with you? Did your sickness mess up your head?...
[but there's helpless relief in his harsh voice, made even more obvious by how exhausted he is. He kneels down by him though, worry in his face, apparently sincerly thinking something in Kengo broke]
[Makes a choked noise that might have been a teary laugh, but that hiccups into some more dry coughing so he is gonna push himself up a bit to lean against the wall and stick a hand out for the canteen while he scrubs at his face.]
So I was--I'm just kinda glad because of that... But I don't really remember what--what happened either, other than getting mad earlier. And then being.. I guess it's obvious I'm sick... [resting his forehead on his palm...] Ugh, I just remember feeling really awful...
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especially losers who get themselves killed
Pretty much just comes and goes and as soon as he gutses up to decide Kengo is going to die he gets too sad and goes back to his side to yell at him not to and then sit and sulk
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OH NO HE'S GETTING WORSE HE'S REALLY GOING TO DIE
no ok, he just seems to not having any consciousness phases anymore
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OK SO HE'S NOT WAKING UP AND NOT MOVING MUCH but uh, I guess his heartbeat seems fairly steady and his color doesn't look so pale anymore??
Day 96
8( Still not awake.]
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Day 97
just making sure to reinforce for you that hope is a terrible emotion to haveI mean... Finally, sometime in the early hours of the 97th day his breathing rhythm changes, sounding less painfully slow and more natural if one is listening. Eventually Kengo shifts on his own, eyes falling open as he slowly looks around. He's still mildly feverish, as he's been the whole time, but nothing as intense as when this all started.]
...dar..c?
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jolts!
!!
scrambles, wide eyed, crawling from where he was sitting to right himself, moving over to him]
Kengo! You're-- you're awake!
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T-thirsty. Um, why am I...?
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oh
wait
oh...]
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[...So yeah, by the time Darc gets back with water Kengo is probably crying]
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oh god he's crying
freezes]
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Doesn't notice Darc over there freezing up just yet, just lying there with his hands pressed over his eyes, breathing stuttering rather obviously and painfully.]
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[steps over to him, canteen clutched in his claw]
What the hell are you crying for? You should be happy you're alive.
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[DID YOU SAY CRY HARDER?? No probably not, but that's sort of what happens, except now he's looking at Darc and clearly is having too many feelings at the same time.]
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[but there's helpless relief in his harsh voice, made even more obvious by how exhausted he is. He kneels down by him though, worry in his face, apparently sincerly thinking something in Kengo broke]
Calm down... you'll get better.
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Come on, what's wrong with your feelings? Don't tell me human emotions can scramble.
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I gh--...I guess they're a little scrambled...
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Um, no, it just happens sometimes. It's...
You stayed with me?
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--Sorry, I know I'm really troublesome...
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Who shot you? Who was it?
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--I got shot?!
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