[ It's Sou Hiyori who has made himself everything that he is. Other titles were easily taken and discarded, but he was always himself and nothing more. The title of Ultimate Surgeon was like a ball and chain that had tried to hold him back. He couldn't stand the idea of being tethered to that rotten place for the rest of his life, as though he were nothing more than a tool to be used by those so-called elites. He couldn't stand to be bound to talent while being praised for picking up more and more, told to focus on a single hope while adults took credit for his efforts.
The rot and filth and corruption and stagnancy, the boredom and arrogance and complacency, but he can't even refuse it now. It's shoved onto him, and he tries to flinch away as Komaeda draws near. Komaeda is faster than him, and the knife comes out with a sharp cry as blood flows freely from the open wound. He gasps as it's shoved into his other leg, bringing with it no pains and sounds and shudders, and it hurts. Stab after stab after stab, and each time it finds a new way to inflict agony without cause nor results.
He has to fix this too. He has to work to fix it, since he has to be better than all of them. It blurs together with the desire to do nothing, to lay here, to never work again, just like the scenery in front of him. ]
Komaeda-kun...
[ His name comes out in a slow, pain shudder as Hiyori reaches out before his hand drops to the floor. He coughs up blood, vomits onto the floor again, blood and bile hitting the floor beneath him as the door snaps shut and all that he can hear is his own wheezing breath. He rolls himself over, managing to pull his kit over to him.
--
Komaeda makes it into the office, and he'll see the instant reaction from Maple. There's a gasp, her hands lifting up in front of her chest, and her eyes widen with shock and fear. Komaeda looks a mess, and she can only imagine what fresh horrors might await outside of the room she's trapped in. ]
K-Komaeda-kun!? What happened!? Are you--
[ Maple cuts off there, taking in a breath. It's easy to see where she's not quite designed as a human would be in how quickly she's able to recenter herself with a nod. There's a symbol on the screen to indicate that a call is taking place, along with a pair of mute buttons on the touchscreen - one can mute the microphone and the audio. For now, the microphone is muted. From there the dispatcher picks up and she begins the process of explaining the emergency and offering an address.
If either of them die, then they'll have suffered too great a loss. ]
sighhhhs but he still wouldn't have hope tho
The rot and filth and corruption and stagnancy, the boredom and arrogance and complacency, but he can't even refuse it now. It's shoved onto him, and he tries to flinch away as Komaeda draws near. Komaeda is faster than him, and the knife comes out with a sharp cry as blood flows freely from the open wound. He gasps as it's shoved into his other leg, bringing with it no pains and sounds and shudders, and it hurts. Stab after stab after stab, and each time it finds a new way to inflict agony without cause nor results.
He has to fix this too. He has to work to fix it, since he has to be better than all of them. It blurs together with the desire to do nothing, to lay here, to never work again, just like the scenery in front of him. ]
Komaeda-kun...
[ His name comes out in a slow, pain shudder as Hiyori reaches out before his hand drops to the floor. He coughs up blood, vomits onto the floor again, blood and bile hitting the floor beneath him as the door snaps shut and all that he can hear is his own wheezing breath. He rolls himself over, managing to pull his kit over to him.
--
Komaeda makes it into the office, and he'll see the instant reaction from Maple. There's a gasp, her hands lifting up in front of her chest, and her eyes widen with shock and fear. Komaeda looks a mess, and she can only imagine what fresh horrors might await outside of the room she's trapped in. ]
K-Komaeda-kun!? What happened!? Are you--
[ Maple cuts off there, taking in a breath. It's easy to see where she's not quite designed as a human would be in how quickly she's able to recenter herself with a nod. There's a symbol on the screen to indicate that a call is taking place, along with a pair of mute buttons on the touchscreen - one can mute the microphone and the audio. For now, the microphone is muted. From there the dispatcher picks up and she begins the process of explaining the emergency and offering an address.
If either of them die, then they'll have suffered too great a loss. ]