I know, I know it wasn't. It's never supposed to happen like this. You're doing everything right, it's okay.
[ If Kuroko can't process his commands, he'll work around it. He knows how important human contact can be. Staring down the face of death is no different. ]
Tetsuya. I'm going to give this my all. But I need you to trust me and look away if I tell you to, okay?
[ Though he has no reason to doubt Kuroko, Otonashi pushes through the vines to press his ear against Akashi's chest, two of his bandaged fingers moving to one of the other redhead's wrist. When he feels no breath, no life, he swears under his breath and pulls the knife from his belt, cutting away at the vines clenching about Akashi's chest. He begins precise, careful around the skin, but as the risk of cutting Akashi himself diminishes, his cuts becomes savage slashes to destroy the plant wherever he can.
Once Akashi's mouth and chest are free, he hurriedly shoves the knife back in place and pinches the other boy's nose shut, sealing their lips together to force a breath into him. His hands move quickly, settling firmly on Akashi's chest, compressing it in rapid succession to try to stimulate his heart. It's a long shot. Otonashi has no idea how long Akashi's been in this state. He has no idea if reviving him would even guarantee brain activity at this point.
But he has no time to consider that far ahead, moving as if possessed. The roots can come next. His future is only measured in the breaths he gives to Akashi. ]
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[ If Kuroko can't process his commands, he'll work around it. He knows how important human contact can be. Staring down the face of death is no different. ]
Tetsuya. I'm going to give this my all. But I need you to trust me and look away if I tell you to, okay?
[ Though he has no reason to doubt Kuroko, Otonashi pushes through the vines to press his ear against Akashi's chest, two of his bandaged fingers moving to one of the other redhead's wrist. When he feels no breath, no life, he swears under his breath and pulls the knife from his belt, cutting away at the vines clenching about Akashi's chest. He begins precise, careful around the skin, but as the risk of cutting Akashi himself diminishes, his cuts becomes savage slashes to destroy the plant wherever he can.
Once Akashi's mouth and chest are free, he hurriedly shoves the knife back in place and pinches the other boy's nose shut, sealing their lips together to force a breath into him. His hands move quickly, settling firmly on Akashi's chest, compressing it in rapid succession to try to stimulate his heart. It's a long shot. Otonashi has no idea how long Akashi's been in this state. He has no idea if reviving him would even guarantee brain activity at this point.
But he has no time to consider that far ahead, moving as if possessed. The roots can come next. His future is only measured in the breaths he gives to Akashi. ]