[ It's hard to listen, to think, when all the blood is draining from your body and the chill is so bitter you can't even feel it. What he can feel, though, is somebody letting go... letting him go, as if giving up on him, and the boy...
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tries to sit up, but has no strength to do so, instead he tries to push Helena's hands away to roll over onto his side, not caring how pathetic it must look to have to be on all fours just to get himself to his feet, he has to get to his feet, he has to get up. Get up.
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His body refuses to listen, all his will urging him up but he remains collapsed on the ground, breathing hard.
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He looks up at Hinata, finally, gaze sliding over to the shock of red hair that is Natsume, to Helena who had tried so hard to hold him together when he couldn't do it himself, to the boy that lifted him up, took him by the hand...
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tries to sit up, but has no strength to do so, instead he tries to push Helena's hands away to roll over onto his side, not caring how pathetic it must look to have to be on all fours just to get himself to his feet, he has to get to his feet, he has to get up. Get up.
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His body refuses to listen, all his will urging him up but he remains collapsed on the ground, breathing hard.
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He looks up at Hinata, finally, gaze sliding over to the shock of red hair that is Natsume, to Helena who had tried so hard to hold him together when he couldn't do it himself, to the boy that lifted him up, took him by the hand...
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...me... help me... I can't...