The world tumbled dangerously, with Ryuichi trying to hold on. Why couldn't he grasp something? Everything was going so fast...
Ryuichi was falling fast.
He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing there was a bend in the stairwell. Hearing something crack as he hit the floor, he passed out.
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Ryuichi awoke several hours later, disoriented.
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Seguchi Tohma cursed, taking out the obnoxious ringing object in his jacket pocket. "Seguchi desu." He said flatly.
"...Tohma..." Came a raspy, strained voice. Tohma frowned.
"Who is this?" Tohma asked, puzzled. Whoever it was, they needed some help.
"It's me... Ryuichi... I... I fell... Tohma, please..."
Needed some help NOW.
"Ryuichi?! Where are you?" Tohma asked, sitting up straight, and walking toward the door.
"The back stairwell. Tohma... I can't... they won't..."
Silence followed.
Ryuichi had passed out again. He lay haphazardly on the bottom of the stairs, badly bent at an odd angle, bleeding from a wound on the side of his head.
Tohma had only had this feeling once before. He ran as fast as his underdeveloped ankles would allow, adrenaline pushing him far beyond his limits. He reached the door to the stairwell in record time.
Throwing open the door, he realized that he might not even be on the right floor. Looking up first up, then down, he went with down.
The pink rabbit laying facedown on the stairs below him proved his good judgment, and he practically flew down the stairs.
What he saw nearly made him heave.
Ryuichi lay on the landing of the stairs, his lower half twisted nearly sideways. In his right hand lay the crushed remains of the sparkly pink plastic that may have once been Ryuichi's cell phone.
There was no way that phone would have worked when it did.
There was also no that a human body could pivot like that without having a severely broken ba-
Oh, God. Tohma thought, reaching Ryuichi after what seemed like an eternity. Tohma was afraid to touch him. What if his neck was broken? What if... Tohma shook his head. No time for that.
"Ryuichi!" He cried, patting the side of the idol's face. Ryuichi did not respond.
"Ryuichi!!" He tried again, this time much louder. Ryuichi moaned piteously.
"Ryuichi... tell me, where does it hurt?" Asked Tohma, dialing the number for an ambulance on his phone, giving the state of the pink plastic one nearby.
"My head... Tohma...?" Ryuichi croaked, his eyes squeezed shut.
"Yes? What is it? What do you need?" Asked Tohma worriedly.
"I can't move my legs."
Tohma's blood froze in his veins.
"No...." He nearly whispered, taking Ryuichi's hand in his own. Ryuichi was staring at the ceiling, eyes in another world, completely, flat blue devoid of it's sparkle.
Tohma's tears flowed more heavily, and he sobbed loudly as Ryuichi passed out again.
And would not wake.
