[Closed rp: OptimistAkagi] [Accidents Happen]
   It was finally time for his break. Grabbing his meal Bandou sat down to check his messages. Upon noticing a voicemail and missed call from the hospital, the rest immediately lost priority.
âBandou-san; Iâm sorry to bring you such bad news, but your friend, Shouhei Akagi, was hospitalized at 12:18 pm after a severe motorcycle accident-â
   Thatâs all he let himself hear. The feeling of dread sunk the clansmanâs stomach as he got up ran out without a word to his boss. After bolting out of the building, he headed for the hospital.
   Bandou was pissed that he was left unaware for so long since the incident happened, just because his employer didnât allow device usage while on the job. His best friend could have died and he wouldnât have known or gotten a chance to be there. He could have died since that last call and-
[... Shouhei could be dead....]
   The thought made him feel sick to his core. realize he was becoming scared and very anxious. The sooner he called them back and reached the hospital the better.
   If it had been just a fight he wouldnât be as concerned, but a since it was a motorcycle accident, and they mentioned severe... His imagination was going out of control trying to figure out how it wouldâve gone down in this city.
   He was forced to stop at an intersection until the pedestrian crossing light turned green. Quickly, he pulled his phone back out and called the hospital. After confirming he was on his way, Bandou demanded any information they had. The hospital told him that Shouhei was struggling to stay alive at first but they recovered him and he is now laying in his own room under watch. They only problem now, since he was pulled away from physical death, was the fact that he hadnât woken up yet.Â
The fact that they told him all of this and seemed relieved when he called back only confirmed that Shouheiâs parents had no picked up their phones.
   He thanked them for the information and hung up, sprinting across the street as soon as the light flicked green.
                     --~â§âĄSKIPâĄâ§~--
   Finally, he reached his friendâs room.
   Shouhei was hooked up to the heart monitor, an iv, and a few other things Bandou didnât want to see and wished he didnât know what they were for. A doctor had told him the brunette had a broken leg and a sprained wrist. They cleared his lungs of fluid and stopped any internal bleeding as well as gave him a transfusion. His brain luckily showed no sign of damage above a concussion, he just hadnât yet woken up and will be in a lot of pain without painkillers.
   Walking over to the bed side, the ravenette looked down at his friend. He felt ror a split second upon seeing shouhei alive, but it was quickly overtaken by anger, worry, and feeling utterly sick to his stomach.
Itâs a good thing he didnât see the accident happen, nor see any of the blood that was probably all over his friend.
âShouhei. What happened?... Can you hear me..?â
   He spoke his friendâs name firmly as if trying to grab his attention, but the question after came out sounding exasperated. The 6 foot male took a seat by the bed, still wearing his hat and sunglasses with his hood up to provide more shadow to hide in. He couldnât take his eyes off of his friend, searching for any signs of life other than the blips of the heart monitor and subtle breathing.
   The shades would help provide a guise for the distressed male. Hiding his eyes and any welling tears and expression (other then his mouth and maybe his eyebrows) from anyone else who could see him. As long as nothing trickled down his face, or he wiped it away as soon as possible, no one would notice. Maybe even Shouhei wouldnât notice...
[Wake up Shouhei... you need to wake up so we can go home sooner. Please wake up...]
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