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He doesn't remember a lot from the previous day. Just some flashbacks.
Calling, information and a sudden change of his position. More precisely, he changed his position from vertical to horizontal. He woke up after a while, feeling someone patting him on the cheek. He didn't even know Shin knew so well about first aid and sedatives.
He spent all day with a cup of lemon balm tea in his hands. He knows it, because he still can feel a taste of lemon balm in his mouth. He still has it in his thermos. Now he's sitting in the waiting room, thinking about this horribble situation. How did the trivial pains in the sternum end up with open-heart surgery?
He's looking at the ceiling. Nao is making the most phonecalls to him today. Their Nao, Naoki Yamada, not Naoyuki Murai.
Nao knows. He knows well. Too well.
Even if he repeats to himself that everything is gonna be okay, he doesn't believe it. He doesn't believe in it, because it happened in the past. He remembers this moment, when he found Isshi and he remembers his cold skin. He remembers everything. Even a taste of his tears that day. Even the fact that then they all fell into a collective hallucination caused by a side effect of pills and the strong belief that the Shinohara wouldn't have left them like that.
He closes his eyes. Tora is gonna be okay. It's just a routine operation and he already woke up from anesthesia. But they still don't let him see his beloved. After all, he is just a friend. An ordinary friend, not a family.
He won't see Tora first anyway. Shou announced that he would do it. He promised to tell them everything. That he would calm them down.
It's hard to believe him, because his hands are trembling so much. But maybe he's right. Maybe they will stop trembling, when Tora will talk with him.
Izumi and Shin are sitting next to him. Izumi on his right and Shin on his left. They talk less than Naoki on the phone anyway, but they are here. They wouldn't leave their friend in this situation.
Hiroto is walking through the corridor, trampling a tiled path. You can hear his nervous footsteps. Even Saga doesn't want to joke this time. Nobody wants to joke. Nao even doesn't smile. He's just sitting here, lost in thoughts, not caring about Hiroto, who talks to him everytime, when he passes by.
They're waiting. Seven of them and Naoki on the other side of the phone. They're getting a lof of warming words through direct messages, short messages and phone calls. The first was Aoi. No, not Aoi from the Gazette. This Aoi from Ayabie, who took Naoki's phone from him and said that if Tora led Akiya to a state like Isshi Nao, he would remember him badly.
In fact, Kazuhiro never heard that Aoi was ever so upset about anything, except when things were really bad in his life.
Shou enters Tora's room first, as he told them. He came back after a short moment. He knows that he has time, but Akiya needs to talk with Tora more than him. But Kagrra,'s ex-guitarist doesn't want to talk. He only hugs his beloved one and closes his eyes. He waits as Tora hugs him too and sighs, mumbling that he doesn't want to see him in this state again. That he doesn't want to be so scared again. He doesn't know if Tora understands him. Because of the tightened throat, he speaks with such difficulty that he can hardly hear himself.
But when he feels Masashi's hand, stroking his hair, he knows that everything will be alright. He's Tora, isn't he? It's Tora with whom Akiya feels safe. It's Tora in whose arms he regains his calm.
Even if the weak Tora's heart is beating much quieter now, it still has for whom.
The end