6th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person/video]

[andsuddenlydynamite]

[despite gradually getting sicker with each passing day, Hayato had pretty much decided to ignore it. He was currently on the way down to the kitchen to make something to eat. He makes it to the top of the stairs before he goes into a coughing fit. It hadn't been anything all that new for the week, though this time it seemed considerably more painful. He looked down at his hand and his eyes went wide at the sight of blood upon it.

The shock takes so much of his concentration to process, that he doesn't seem to notice the sudden vertigo that overcame him. He stumbles forward, in an effort to try and rectify his balance but to no avail. As he goes crashing down the stairs the feed comes on, recording part of the fall before settling at the bottom of the stairs next to Hayato.

The teen grunts and makes an effort to get up, only to fall over. There's no more movement from him after that and eventually the feed runs out and cuts off]

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[In person]

[keep-ur-finger.livejournal.com]

[Returning from the kitchen with a pint of water, looking and feeling like hell-all-over, Leonardo soon puts his own ailments aside to rush over to Dera's body]

Signore-?! Signore, can you hear me?

[Turning him over gently, Leonardo panics when Dera doesn't respond. So, doing the next best thing to wake him up (he knew not to shake him, in case of spinal injury), the artist grabs his pint glass and tips it over the teens face in an effort to revive him]

TL;DR

[clean-n-simple.livejournal.com]

[ Let's back up a bit:

Over the past week, Sayu's sniffles had somehow burgeoned into a full-out, plugged-up nose well after she'd stopped crying from homesickness. Ill-at-ease had turned on its head and she'd become eased-by-illness. Forced to suffer the same coughing, headache, fever and chills as the rest of the Manor, Sayu... felt a sense of solidarity. She'd read the texts others had sent, watched their videos, listened to their voices; they seemed normal enough. It's not like going outside of her room could pose any danger given that everybody was physically incapacitated, anyway. Light couldn't complain, much less form a coherent sentence with his throat all mucked up with mucus. So she'd slipped a note under his door ("i'll be in the parlor, okay? if you worry, you'll get more sick."), pulled on a sweater and fuzzy socks, and carried her blanket, pillow and blackberry to the couch in front of the television.

Halfway through a rerun of Stand up!! (http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Stand_Up!!) (not her favorite, but she could deal), a weird post to the network had gotten her attention and upset her stomach. Sayu had paused the DVD, uncurled herself on the couch and, cocooned in her blanket, had tried to figure out where and who the person was. Bottom of the stairs, so -- the person (sounded male) must have been walking away from the bedrooms. The feed had cut out on a ground-level view of the staircase. Someone had probably found and helped him by now, but with the entire Manor vomiting up their organs....

Hiding a cough behind her hand, Sayu had gotten up off the couch and -- stopping to check the Manor map a couple times -- made her way toward the main staircase, only to find -- ]

Ha... Hayato!

[ -- slumped on the floor, his own blackberry by his side.

Fastforward back to the present: Not good. She's been shaking his shoulder for a good ten seconds now, too lightheaded to call for help. Who would answer, anyway? They're all just as ill. Granted, Sayu hasn't noticed the blood yet. ]

[the2nd-kira.livejournal.com]

Dera-chan!



Get up! Unless you're dead you better get up!

[ She is now going to go off to find Dera and to see if he is alright. Despite how angry she sounds, she is actually pretty worried. She hoped what she was screaming wasn't true and that he was alive. He wasn't supposed to die yet. ]

[video] - whoo, all the DN women are just swarming over him! xD

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

[She didn't know things would get this bad this quickly. Misora herself has been feeling progressively worse over the week, but she's still able to stand at least. For now, anyway.]

Hey-

[Did she ever learn the kid's name?]

y-you.

[Way to go, Misora]

Can you hear me?