[Open] Dying seems less sad than having lived too little..

[am_i_even_alive]

Characters: Yoite and [you?]

Setting/Location: one of the kitchen areas, he's not even sure himself.

Date & Time: day 5

Warnings: blood and possible crippling pain. You might be attacked so be prepared if you tag this.

Summary: Yoite has worked out that Miharu is gone. He cant feel him any more. He's annoyed, heartbroken and on the verge of

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[anmitsucherry]

Sakura had seen blood before, many times. She'd seen people still animated while being completely dead, before. Of course, it wasn't that they'd come back to life; they were merely some sort of puppet. This however, was a little different.

Someone who was still giving off their own life-chakra, however weak, moving around the kitchen. Looking for food. The boy was dying! And didn't she know this dying boy? Yeah, she did. That Yoite boy who had collapsed from internal injuries less than a week ago. Sakura had been feeling mildly woozy by the time she'd meandered to the kitchen, looking for milk or water or something-- But now..

"...Yoite?" That was his name, wasn't it, Sakura was almost sure of it. But he was hurt, again, quite obviously worse than before. What was he doing? He should have been in a hospital, even the med room, not out searching the cupboards and bleeding everywhere. Darting across the kitchen was tricky with her equilibrium still out of whack, but if she could get close, she'd want to ... you know. Try and get him

[am_i_even_alive]

There was no use talking to him Sakura, not unless you're going to face him while doing so that is, the boy could hardly hear a thing. His sight was faint and failing fast too as he was knocking things over, left, right and centre.

Pulling a chair out that he'd found so that he was able to reach there was something up there that had caught the light and reflected, catching Yoite's attention. Maybe it was a cake tin? So the weak boy was clambering up onto the chair, wobbling as he felt out for the tin, knees buckling a little ... it was clear he was going to fall over.

[anmitsucherry]

Woozy or not, Sakura could see danger when it was about to happen. Whatever the hell he was after, she hadn't a clue, but he was wobbling precariously atop a chair. That screamed unsafe. And what the hell, hadn't he heard her? It wasn't like she'd been whispering. Sorry Yoite, but Sakura doesn't know all of the ailments you've managed to wrack up.

Sakura darted forward again, one hand glazing over the counters as she went, keeping her own balance. Should Yoite fall, she would make sure to catch him, or at least break his fall with herself. But should she get there before he might, she'd grab his waist to keep him steady.

"What are you doing?"

[am_i_even_alive]

Yoite couldn't taste or smell at all any more, he'd remained almost unaffected by the effects some caravan goers had been experiencing over the last few days. There was already so much sickness inside the boy that some illness side effects swamped out the others. Sakura would have to talk up, or at least be close enough for Yoite to lip read, and I mean close seeing as, well .. he could hardly see at all