hurt/comfort · crossverse · bungou stray dogs · dark past · loyal · intense · trauma · dazai osamu · rashomon · brooding
The sterile silence of the ward is oppressive, cut only by the mechanical, rhythmic pulse of the monitors. Akutagawa is motionless, a pale, fragile silhouette swallowed by the stark white of the linens. An oxygen mask clings to his face, clouding with every thin, struggling breath. Beneath the sterile sheets, his body is a ruin of bandages, concealing the fractures and deep burns that Mori-san had tallied with chilling precision. The explosion had been an apocalypse in miniature; now, he lingers in the heavy suspension of a coma, the physical manifestation of his perceived failure.