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Yuki held her hand under his. He had been there for five days and nights with Tohru, and nothing changed. Not the steady beep of the monitor, or the blank white walls, or the horrible sinking feeling trapped inside of him. The bandages were becoming cleaner though. If that was anything good. She wasn't bleeding as much.
… fell into the street, her hand landing limply beside her.
He must have been staring at her for five minutes without blinking. What was the point? There was a point to not blink. If he never blinked, he would never have to fear closing his eyes, and not finding her there when he opened them.
… her hand landing limply beside her.
Of course he had to blink.
... A stream of red … a door slammed..
He couldn't stop thinking about that night. For five nights he couldn't sleep at all, and had to keep replaying the scene over and over in his head. It would never stop, just keep playing… over… and over….
...a girl fell into the street…
…and over.