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Kunikida’s vision seems to be getting worse. Dazai’s face is fading in and out of focus as he tries to concentrate. He sighs and turns away - an appropriate reaction to most things Dazai says. He does not bother to mention that he cannot hear him. The text beneath his eyes fades and he blinks wildly. Maybe he should have taken a day off. He shivers slightly. He is a bit cold. He pulls his coat further around him. His stomach burns, but he ignores it. The bandages wrapped tight around it should prevent most of the blood loss. As long as it doesnt seep through, he should be fine. It was a mistake, to do it there. His sromach moves a lot more than he anticipated. Next time, he will not give in to his emotions and do it in the usual place. He stands up abruptly and immediately sways. He plants his feet on the carpet more steadily, leaning in place. Kunikida calls out a farewell, turning to leave and shutting down his laptop. The carpet is firm and still beneath his feet. It’s still. He frowns at the muted red in an attempt to force it to stop tilting by sheer force of annoyance. It rises and falls like the chest of some fallen giant, splotchy vision failing him as he steps cautiously, foot going straight through where the floor should be. The fluorescent lights above him swirl and breathe, light alternating between burning his retina and struggling to illuminate a metre before him. Harsh shadows cut into his boiling head, mushy brain seeming to burn in his ears. He barely manages to make it around the corner of the brightly-lit corridor before falling with a clunk! against the bleached wall. At least they cant see him from the office window. At least