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Seventeen
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Bright lights came down from above as Shun resisted the
urge to vomit. It was so utterly candescent above, like where the angels
danced . . . he coughed once or twice and heard the murmur of a few people come
up to him. He couldn't focus just yet. A breeze sweeping in from the
left, possibly. Sounds were muted, quiet and vibrating in his ear.
He managed to shake his head and opened his eyes fully, seeing Hasukawa's pale,
anxious face look down at him. The sempais stood on the other side, still
as stoic as always.
Suka-chan asked if he was alright, Shun only managing a
nod. Listening the best he could, he heard Kazuya explain that Shun had
slipped below the water and had been on the verge of drowning. Shun
furrowed his brow, not remember much of what happened or that he'd even gone to
the bath. In fact, he felt that there was something significant
concerning both the sempais and Suka-chan, but it was all a blur, now.
Whatever it was, it couldn't have been too important. He settled back
into a quiet sleep, the feeling of Hasukawa's soft lips on his forehead slowly
fading as dreams filtered back into place, another breeze pouring in from the
open window of the hospital room.
Awaking with a start, Shun shot up in the water, coughing
up a lungful of tepid liquid. He tried to cry out, his voice paralyzed, before
he realized that he was still alone. He took a long, ragged breath, his heart
pounding wildly. Shun's face was flushed, a hot itch creeping up his neck and
across his chest. His arms were shaking and the gears of his mind stopped cold
as he thought about his dream and it's eerily romantic conclusion. He bit his
lip, unable to split his focus as he all of a sudden wanted to go back to his room
and be held. With a glance to the clock, he reasoned that it was definitely
time to get out.
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