Vagus -Ren's Side-
By – Hime no Ichigo
Genre: Angst/Romance
Rating: G
Pairing: JINGUJI Ren x HIJIRIKAWA Masato
Story Type: Drabble
Summary: Patients aren't only the ones who suffer.
Disclaimer: Uta noPrince-sama is the intellectual property of Broccoli.
Notes: This is from this week's theme: "mousou". Ren's side of the story to Vagus.
Ren debates outside the private hospital room's door for the longest time, earning curious stares from nurses and disapproving glares from doctors. He's a patient himself, sling and bandages undisguised, in plain sight, but he doesn't care about his appearance, for once.
He wants to go in and see for himself that Masato is really all right. It's his fault that they're caught in the car accident; if only he has quicker reaction time, sharper wits about him, then he can avoid even the drunken driver.
But that's in the past, ifs and buts irrelevant now.
He hears from the doctors sighing over Masato's case, how unfortunate it is that his injuries affect the thing he depends upon the most—without his voice, he won't be able to perform. They don't know if it's temporary or permanent either—and Ren's heart lurches uncomfortably towards his stomach, guilty. How is it that he can survive the accident with only a few scratches and a broken arm, while his roommate has to suffer like this? He won't wish it on anyone, much less Masato.
No one blames him, which makes him feel even worse. He may even feel better if someone punches him.
His hand pauses on the doorknob, still hesitant. Just once, he promises himself, I'll leave if he's awake.
Masato tosses and turns in his sleep, most likely struggling with reality and pain. Ren's eyes squint in reflex, unable to see him in this state. He quietly pulls back the bedside chair, sitting down and gently holding on to Masato's hand, an IV drip attached to his arm. It's clammy, not like the usual warmth.
With his free hand, Ren swipes back Masato's bangs. He plants a firm but light kiss on his forehead, easing his nightmares, and he's relieved Masato's breathing slows down to normal, moving less.
Please come back soon, I miss you and your voice, he whispers, we still have a duet to sing, remember?
- Owari -
Authoress' Notes: u_u