When Karamatsu next woke up, he found that he ached all over, but more importantly…
Chink!
He tested the restraints that kept his hands to the sides of the bed. There was just enough slack that he could scratch his nose if need be, but other than that he couldn't do much else. They were far too strong for him to break. He tried wiggling his body and found that his legs were free but he was secured to the bed around his midsection.
Deciding that he was not going to be able to leave at the moment, he mulled over the situation.
Fact 1: He was alive.
Fact 2: He was in a hospital.
Fact 3: He was restrained. (Probably in response to his freak out when he woke up the last time)
That meant that someone must have found him in time. He had thought that overdosing on the painkillers would be fairly quick and that the park had been empty. He didn't expect that anyone would be able to find him in time to save him.
It was very likely that he was on suicide watch now, afterall, it would be hard to explain away the overdose in any other way.
He remembered seeing his brother's faces before he blacked out the last time.
They looked… Worried. Why?
Karamatsu didn't have any time to ponder that tidbit, because a moment later, the door opened and his five identical brothers spilled in.
"Karamatsu! Thank Akatsuka-sensei!" His only big brother moved to embrace him. "When we found you, we thought that you weren't going to make it!"
They found him?
"Don't touch me!" He said sharply, his discomfort elevated his emotions and made it impossible to wear his 'cool guy' mask.
Osomatsu recoiled at his brother's tone.
"K-karamatsu?"
"Why are you here?" He asked coldly.
No, no, no! This couldn't be happening!
"W-what do you mean?" Osomatsu was bewildered by his brother's demeanor.
"I mean, why do you care?" Karamatsu clarified, his voice was frigid.
"Karamatsu-niisan, you're our brother. Of course we care." Todomatsu spoke up tentatively, he was frightened by Karamatsu's uncharacteristic anger.
"Why? Why would you save me? Why don't you hate me?" The second brother was beyond frustrated. All his careful planning was for naught.
"We don-"
"You chose pears over me! Don't fucking act like you care now!" Karamatsu was practically screaming at this point.
Osomatsu tried to lighten the mood. "C'mon, couldn't you tell when we were just teasing? We didn't mean it like that." He forced a chuckle as he rubbed the underside of his nose.
Karamatsu just stared at his brothers with disbelief.
"How can you say that you don't hate me? I fucking hate myself! I fucking hate that whole shitty 'cool guy' persona! Don't you hate it too?" Karamatsu yelled out in frustration. He couldn't believe this!
"K-karamatsu-niisan?" A small, timid voice caught his attention.
All of his brothers were looking at him in wide-eyed shock, but he was surprised that it was the fourth son that had spoken up. He couldn't remember the last time Ichimatsu had addressed him normally.
Defeated, he fell back against the bed. "I don't fucking believe it."
"You're telling me that the last few years were a complete waste of time? I created that fucking painful persona just so you would hate me. And it was all of it was for nothing?" He asked rhetorically. He ranted, unmindful of his audience.
Choromatsu was baffled, he struggled to find the right wording. "W-what? Why would you-?"
"If you hated me, you wouldn't miss me, right? I could go and off myself with no guilt." Karamatsu said with a shrug.
"Story of my fucking life." He spat out hatefully. "I can't even die right."
"Karamatsu just how long have you been planning this?" Osomatsu asked, his voice was dead serious for once.
"Six years, brother." The Blue Matsu said with a humorless smile. "I've been planning this ever since… Well, it doesn't even matter anymore, does it?
The brothers were filled with so many questions, but before they could ask any more Karamatsu spoke up again.
"Please leave, I want to be alone." He said with a tired voice.
"Kara-" Osomatsu started.
"LEAVE!" Karamatsu cut him off. He yelled angrily while struggling against the restraints in his agitation. "JUST GET THE FUCK OUT!"
He couldn't stand it any longer, he thrashed and screamed, all of his bottled up frustration and anger coming out.
A team of nurses rushed in to administer sedatives and restrain him. The last thing he saw before everything went black was his brothers' horrified faces.
