[ Hiyori was always, always pushing himself too hard. He worked long hours and still found time to fit in all those social necessities, continuing education, and enough physical activity to meet the bare minimum. He ate too many sweets and too much take out, but ensured that others found him to be a person who ate little and who ate well. It was only natural that given the opportunity, he would push himself too far here too.
He'd gotten stabbed the first time, and torn open his injury this time.
Hiyori's eyes flutter open, and it takes him a little bit to adjust to the light in the room. It takes longer for him to turn his head to take in his surroundings. It's warm and comfortable, full of familiar scents that stopped bothering him long ago. He blinks slowly, trying to remember what had happened. He was walking outside, and...? Ah, he must have finally collapsed. How careless. He had at least hoped to make it home first.
He must not have expected to find anyone there, because he looks a little puzzled when his eyes land on Komaeda. But he offers a hazy smile. ]
Komaeda-kun...
[ He sounds a little out of it, though whether that's whatever drugs they had given him or he's just still waking up is dubious. He tries to piece together what else had been happening at that time. That's right, he was dealing with the police, and a patient, so then... ]
Did Sasahara-san not see you home safely? I'll have to talk to her.
[ That should have been his job, but he's disappointed that she hadn't in his place. She was normally so good with kids in particular. Despite her serious nature, she was incredibly fond of children. But then, that's only natural he supposes, for a person who was so passionate about protecting the weak and vulnerable. ]
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He'd gotten stabbed the first time, and torn open his injury this time.
Hiyori's eyes flutter open, and it takes him a little bit to adjust to the light in the room. It takes longer for him to turn his head to take in his surroundings. It's warm and comfortable, full of familiar scents that stopped bothering him long ago. He blinks slowly, trying to remember what had happened. He was walking outside, and...? Ah, he must have finally collapsed. How careless. He had at least hoped to make it home first.
He must not have expected to find anyone there, because he looks a little puzzled when his eyes land on Komaeda. But he offers a hazy smile. ]
Komaeda-kun...
[ He sounds a little out of it, though whether that's whatever drugs they had given him or he's just still waking up is dubious. He tries to piece together what else had been happening at that time. That's right, he was dealing with the police, and a patient, so then... ]
Did Sasahara-san not see you home safely? I'll have to talk to her.
[ That should have been his job, but he's disappointed that she hadn't in his place. She was normally so good with kids in particular. Despite her serious nature, she was incredibly fond of children. But then, that's only natural he supposes, for a person who was so passionate about protecting the weak and vulnerable. ]