Dazai Was Contemplating Suicide As Usual When. . .
Dazai was contemplating suicide as usual when. . .
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Mori and Dazai whump
Dazai woke up cuffed to the operating table. He vaguely remembers fighting Mori as he tried to put the IV in. He’d be punished for that later, for now, Mori smiled down at him before explaining what he had done to Dazai in grueling detail.
“After you took all those nsaids, your stomach was worn down to a flatulent piece of tissue. Must have been painful. To save your life, I had to give you a whole new stomach!” Mori proclaimed excitedly.
Dazai focused his attention on the shelves of medicine. From acetaminophen to oxycodone, Mori had everything. Dazai’s eyes lingered on the oxy. He swallowed as a wave of nausea overcame him, having just undergone anesthesia.
He smelled lemon mixed with the usual sterile scent of Mori’s office, meaning he was currently being given antibiotics. Probably for the infection in his left upper thigh.
Mori was probably scolding him for cutting himself to the laffy taffy again, but he was too high to care.
He was tapped on the shoulder by Elise, who said, “Mori said you have to entertain me while he does some more work!”
He sighed at the sadistic girl and found the strength to lift the doll he was handed, as she un-cuffed him.
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