[Chuuya never thought he'd be relieved by Dazai insulting him, but if he was conscious that was a good sign. He still wasn't convinced he was okay, not sure how dangerous taking that many painkillers was, or how quickly any serious symptoms would show.]
You need to throw up.
[He just wasn't sure how to make him, since he wasn't about to stick his fingers down Dazai's throat. Not unless he absolutely had to. Maybe movement would be enough, if he was still dizzy. Chuuya grabbed him, pulled, twisted him onto his stomach with his head hanging over the edge of the bed. Then he kicked the bucket under his face.]
Make yourself vomit. I'm calling a doctor.
[Someone he knew wouldn't ask too many questions. Someone he knew could be trusted. He pulled out his phone before Dazai could object, and started dialling. He was worried. He hated this kind of worry. He should be used to it from Dazai, he shouldn't even care, but the asshole always did this to him. Shit.]
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You need to throw up.
[He just wasn't sure how to make him, since he wasn't about to stick his fingers down Dazai's throat. Not unless he absolutely had to. Maybe movement would be enough, if he was still dizzy. Chuuya grabbed him, pulled, twisted him onto his stomach with his head hanging over the edge of the bed. Then he kicked the bucket under his face.]
Make yourself vomit. I'm calling a doctor.
[Someone he knew wouldn't ask too many questions. Someone he knew could be trusted. He pulled out his phone before Dazai could object, and started dialling. He was worried. He hated this kind of worry. He should be used to it from Dazai, he shouldn't even care, but the asshole always did this to him. Shit.]