Chapter 27: Someone! Anyone, please!
Stomp!
Stomp!
Stomp!
Stomp!
Osamu had his hands in his pockets while stomping Suzuki's face with as much power as he could draw out.
Bleeding, Suzuki's strength to hang out to consciousness was slipping away. He had no one that could ever realize that he was running late or missing. Just like always, there was no one to stand in for him.
Some of the guys recorded the entire thing without budging any empathy, maniacally laughing at Suzuki.
"Someone? Anyone, please help me. God?" Suzuki cried as he had his face stomped again by Osamu's dirty shoes.
Click!
The room across from 322 doors inwardly opened.
A tall, handsome guy, around the same age as Suzuki, came out of it. He ran his hand through his long thick coat of blonde hair. His deep green eyes stared with hatred at Osamu.
"Well, if it isn't Asashi Haru. What is it...?" Osamu had a giant grin on his face that soon disappeared.
Punch!
Asashi punched Osamu's nose into his skull, knocking him out cold by Suzuki's unmoving body.
The guys who had their phones out immediately put them away and assumed a fighting stance, but their most prominent man stopped them, demanding he'll take him on.
"I got this. Stay out of it, wimps!"
Surprised as to why Osamu's unconscious face was next to his, Suzuki lifted his head to see who had done it.
"What happened?" A bloody nose wasn't all. He had a fractured nose and black eye that had a big gush next to it and above it below the eyebrow as well. His eye slowly began to swell.
"Ay! Why'd you do that to my brother, shitface!" The big guy shouted at Asashi.
"Get ready, pretty boy. I'll mess you up!" The big guy came behind Asashi, who was standing over Suzuki.
"Watch-" Suzuki tried uttering, noticing that the big guy was aiming for Asashi's head with his massive fist.
Fwoosh!
Asashi never bothered to look back while dodging the incoming fist.
"What? How?" The big guy looked confused as his momentum carried him through.
A kick from Asashi to his abdomen immediately broke him down to his knees.
"Ahhh!" He expressed pain while holding his stomach.
"Alright, let's go." Asashi picked Suzuki off the ground and onto his shoulder. He knew the rest wouldn't test him as he had just annihilated their two strongest fighters.
"With one kick?"
"Let's move out."
"Ima get outta his way, for sure!"
They were all scared, though they were laughing and acting tough moments ago.
"Are you okay, Suzuki?" Asashi asked him, carrying him out of the long corridor.
"N-no," Suzuki spoke slowly, despairing.
"It's okay. Soon you'll be." Asashi reassured him, carrying him to the nurse's office.
"Uhh!" Suzuki exhaled in pain.
***
B-eep!
B-eep!
He's stabilized, sir.
We'll determine his leave date tomorrow based on his condition. A nurse's voice came from outside Suzuki's hospital room.
"Where am I?" He finally opened his eyes fully, adjusting slowly to the bright room.
"Ahh..."
"I took one hell of a beating." He pitied himself, but it almost felt okay not standing up for himself.
Suzuki's rage is like a calm tide. The moment one yank's at it too hard, it ripples and eats away at everything, tearing anything in front of it into pieces.
"I missed my shift, huh?" He looked over to the wall clock. He carefully sat on his bed, wondering where the nurse had placed his phone.
"I was lame today, and some guys had their phones out too..." He despaired even more as his door slid open.
"You're up? Speedy recovery!" The nurse entered the room, placing some items on the stand next to him. She began checking his vitals and informed him of his situation.
"You had a Closed Reduction of Nasal Fracture. The cast should be on for another week, and regularly change the sponge stuffing, please."
"As for the black eye, it will go away shortly. The cops should be here momentarily for an investigation. After all that, we will determine when to discharge you, okay?" The nurse explained everything to him while reading off her list as well.
"Hmm. Thanks..." Suzuki thanked her, catching on before she left the room. "My personal belongings?" He asked, not noticing she had previously placed them beside him on the stand.
"On the stand." She smiled at him while he realized.
"Ahh, hmm. Thanks!"
She closed the door.
Bing!
His phone had blown up since he was out—messages after messages, and all from one person.
"Nagisa-Chan?" He opened the chat to see her struggling to free herself of the worries.
[Are you okay?] [Someone posted this video to VIP-Tube not too long ago!]
[Seriously, what a dirtbag!] [I rushed to the nurse, who told me someone escorted you to a nearby hospital. Which one and what room, please?]
[Please, be okay. Please, be safe!]
He read to himself as many messages of the one hundred she had sent him in the eight hours that passed.
Before he replied, the video link caught his eye.
[Start of Video]
"Hahaha!"
"Ehahah!"
"See! Ya looking at me dirty! Name's Osamu, and I'll teach you a lesson worth your time, trust!" First, the tough guy, Osamu, cracked his knuckles. Then, they uncontrollably shared taunting laughter at Suzuki.
"Should I crack his nose or shove it inside his skull, boys?"
"Hahaha!" He laughed at Suzuki, throwing a straight kick into his face.
Bam!
Stomp!
Stomp!
Stomp!
Stomp!
Click!
A door opened, and the video was cut short.
[End of Video]
"Hic!"
"Hic!"
"Mphhhh!!" Suzuki tried to silence his cry, watching himself humiliated.