[The days had been long, and though she tried to sleep, Hinamori found that every time she closed her eyes, she was haunted by faces. Faces of the fallen, of those she had failed to protect; of her captain, of her Shirou-chan. She opened her eyes immediately, not wanting to see those faces. Not like that.
So she returns to his hospital room, eyes puffy and ringed with grey, ready to sit patiently as the side of his bed once more. Shivers go down her spine at the touch of his reiatsu; she ignores them and walks towards him. Her hand comes down on one of his, her heart hurting as she feels the unpleasant heat tingle against her fingertips.
She wished she could take all his pain and carry it away for him. Her eyes gaze on his, closed and covered by pale, sickly eyelids as they are. Please, look at me, she wills him. Open your eyes and call me idiot. Call me stupid. Call me anything. Just please don't die, Hitsugaya-kun. Please.
A tear rolls down her cheek as she finally finds the voice to speak.]
Hitsugaya-kun.
[Her voice is kind, worried, hopeful—all of the above.]
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So she returns to his hospital room, eyes puffy and ringed with grey, ready to sit patiently as the side of his bed once more. Shivers go down her spine at the touch of his reiatsu; she ignores them and walks towards him. Her hand comes down on one of his, her heart hurting as she feels the unpleasant heat tingle against her fingertips.
She wished she could take all his pain and carry it away for him. Her eyes gaze on his, closed and covered by pale, sickly eyelids as they are. Please, look at me, she wills him. Open your eyes and call me idiot. Call me stupid. Call me anything. Just please don't die, Hitsugaya-kun. Please.
A tear rolls down her cheek as she finally finds the voice to speak.]
Hitsugaya-kun.
[Her voice is kind, worried, hopeful—all of the above.]