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Once in the hospital, Dazai started to look for his mentor. He found him immediately: he was standing next to several doctors and saying something to them while putting on a robe. From the corner of his eye, the mobster noticed that Chuuya was already being taken.

"No, come here," Ryuurou softly pulled him by his shoulder when he tried to go after his partner. "You lost a lot of blood, and Chuuya-kun is in a critical state. You'll only get in the way."

"I need to go to him," Osamu mumbled trying to calm down his trembling legs. His vision got black a bit, and his eyelids were aching.

"You'll go when the boss is finished," the old man answered insistently. "Let's go, Dazai-kun, the boss won't be happy with you being so stubborn."

The mobster looked at the surgery for the last time, not paying attention to the nagging feeling in his chest. This was the second time that Chuuya used Corruption. After the first one he didn't wake up for weeks. Mori went to hospital and monitored his condition.

Corruption...he wasn't jealous of Chuuya. He didn't even want to know what his partner felt every time he used Corruption.

He was still worried and he could still feel the fading heart rate. He shouldn't have left Chuuya alone. What if his ability gets out of control again? What if Chuuya wakes up and he is not there? What if he...

Dazai сlosed his eyes and sat on the chair. He needed to get it together.

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original by ddaaazai