"Nice-kun… Nice-kun…!" The raven-haired girl kept repeating his name. Three months without him was manageable; she knew that Nice was alive and well. Fumbling for a towel, she tried to stop the bleeding that protruded from the boy. "Nice-kun… n-no, please…!" There was too much blood. She hadn't expected him to be this injured this quickly. It was too soon, they had finally seen each other again. This can't be happening. "Please… don't go…"
He really couldn’t tell what hurt worse; the slashes that ran deep through his side, which Hajime was currently putting pressure on, or the girl’s cries of his name; begging and pleading him not to leave her. At this point, it was becoming increasingly difficult for Nice to keep his eyes open due to the loss of blood, and he could only hope help would arrive on time. A blood fusion. A way to keep him conscious. Anything.
It wasn’t even for him— Nice would be fine if the pain would just stop. He wouldn’t mind having the world around him fade to black… he wouldn’t mind not having to put up with everything for once. What he couldn’t stand, however, was seeing his partner in crime in so much pain— he knew she’d been waiting for him to return.
And he had returned, as promised. He’d spent his time in the hospital and recovered; the problems were supposed to stop there, even if only temporarily. So why did it have to be this way…?
… Ah, this was it. Nice’s vision began to blur, his head and limbs felt heavy, and he almost had no energy left to speak.
With the remainder of his strength, he raised a hand to carefully cup her cheek, trying to keep the shaking to a minimum. A small smile was able to form on his lips just as his eyes slip shut.
