[ Obsolete, he'll never be obsolete, but he wants to be as a healer - let him cure all disease, let him change the world, let him do the impossible that humans only dream of.
Komaeda is afraid of happiness, and as his doctor he should know that. He should know that and adjust accordingly, only bringing up the subject when it was appropriate and when he could handle it. His office had proven to be a nice discussion spot for its lack of options for self harm. There were few objects, most of which were locked away, and no windows. His bedroom was the opposite.
He can't act as quickly as he normally would, though, and there's that dazed look before he scrambles off of the bed in an effort to stop him - an effort that vaguely understands that he had chosen the wrong course of action, but not why and nor how to fix it. It's not at all surprising, but his mind is slow to process the mistakes that have been made here - all the little thoughts that keep slipping out despite himself. ]
K-Komaeda-kun...! That's not it--
[ Hiyori was adept at handling difficult patients, and he was used to Komaeda's fits in particular. There's no doubt that he would have stopped him. IT would be a simple matter of stopping him before he reached the window and redirecting his thoughts to another, more favorable topic. Sou Hiyori, both the Ultimate Surgeon and a doctor and surgeon of renowned fame despite his lack of title, would have held on until it was safe to let go.
But he's neither now, he's a drugged up victim of a knife wound trying to move at a quick pace, and so Hiyori gets all of a few steps before he collapses with a sharp cry - followed by another as the ache in his back settles in, nearly bringing him to tears despite the sharp painkillers. Ahh, three was safe, so maybe he should start taking a third. No, if he keeps tumbling like this he'll wind up right back in the hospital.
He starts going through the motions of picking himself up again. ]
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Komaeda is afraid of happiness, and as his doctor he should know that. He should know that and adjust accordingly, only bringing up the subject when it was appropriate and when he could handle it. His office had proven to be a nice discussion spot for its lack of options for self harm. There were few objects, most of which were locked away, and no windows. His bedroom was the opposite.
He can't act as quickly as he normally would, though, and there's that dazed look before he scrambles off of the bed in an effort to stop him - an effort that vaguely understands that he had chosen the wrong course of action, but not why and nor how to fix it. It's not at all surprising, but his mind is slow to process the mistakes that have been made here - all the little thoughts that keep slipping out despite himself. ]
K-Komaeda-kun...! That's not it--
[ Hiyori was adept at handling difficult patients, and he was used to Komaeda's fits in particular. There's no doubt that he would have stopped him. IT would be a simple matter of stopping him before he reached the window and redirecting his thoughts to another, more favorable topic. Sou Hiyori, both the Ultimate Surgeon and a doctor and surgeon of renowned fame despite his lack of title, would have held on until it was safe to let go.
But he's neither now, he's a drugged up victim of a knife wound trying to move at a quick pace, and so Hiyori gets all of a few steps before he collapses with a sharp cry - followed by another as the ache in his back settles in, nearly bringing him to tears despite the sharp painkillers. Ahh, three was safe, so maybe he should start taking a third. No, if he keeps tumbling like this he'll wind up right back in the hospital.
He starts going through the motions of picking himself up again. ]
You're here because I want you here.
[ And presumably because he wants to be. ]