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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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Nikolai never thought his mind could get any more broken. He had experienced complete irrationality. Hyperactivity making a mockery of his sorrow, but now death of the only thing that mattered. The only person who understood him. It was time for him to rest.

Tiredness plagued his existence as he cradled Fyodor’s arm in his arms. He lay on the ground stuck in his thoughts.

What was the point anymore? He has felt what it was like to finally live, held it so close and it’s just gone.

He longed to join his love in the afterlife. To see him again, to taste him again.

But the fear of uncertainty was too much to bear. He lay and savored what remained of Fyodor. He held every one of his fingers between his, wishing it had the warmth of life in it.

Every second spent with Fyodor had been magical. Complete and utter bliss, an escape from the mediocrity of life. The only thing he left now.

He missed the person who truly understood everything he was. He never knew just how much Fyodor had stolen from him when he did that.

Fyodor had left him a husk of himself, his passion gone. He had nothing left.

The arm reminded him of what Fyodor always wanted. Nikolai was the only person who had been trusted with that knowledge.

He’ll do what Fyodor always wanted, he just had to get up.

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