Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Post series, spoilers apply. Kind of weird and not my best, but eh. Whatever. I'm too fried from finals week to really care about my crappy fan fic. P
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When Domon woke up, Ayase was out of arm's reach. Figures. Domon frowned as he sat up just enough to get a look at Ayase…
And saw that he wasn't breathing.
No. No, he was just being paranoid. He was still breathing, really. It was hard to see in the dimmed lights of the room, that was all. Ayase was cured, and reaching out (with a hand that was shaking like a freaking leaf, no less) was just stupid.
But he didn't let that stop him as he rested his hand on Ayase's chest.
There was a nice steady heartbeat, and he could feel the rhythm of his breathing underneath his palm.
Domon let out a breath of his own as he plopped down next to Ayase. He wasn't sure how long he could do this. Yes, he'd nearly lost Ayase, but that was over now. So why did his heart clench at something as mundane as Ayase lying still?
Because you're still scared he'll never get up again.
He frowned again as he closed his eyes. Domon had learned a long time ago to take the bad with the good when it came with Ayase. He supposed he would have to learn to take this, too.