Ryuutaro couldn't fully tell up from down anymore. Somewhere along these events that happened way too fast and way too slow at the same time he heard himself screaming, but he couldn't fully estimate how loud or quiet it had been.
In a way it was worse than the first time he'd seen Hayato with a dangerous injury. Because this time he might have been able to do something. Why did he listen? He will still as selfish as always. He should never, never have left this room.
As Hayato's father stormed off he could feel the rush of air next to him and Ryuutaro knew he had never hated more in his entire life.
A second later, as his legs finally started to shake Ryuutaro rushed into the room himself, falling on his knees next to Hayato. He could feel his blood on his skin, again. If he lost him again, if that ever happened, Ryuutaro had a feeling that he would have to learn how to hurt and kill.
What was he even doing? He was letting Hayato be bloodied again and again, because of him, because of him. When had he gotten this weak that he couldn't even protect what meant most to him?

His own father stepped closer and somewhere through the mist in his mind Ryuutaro could hear himself shouting at him to get help and for once, for once do the right thing. He doesn't even notice anymore that his father actually leaves.
Ryuutaro doesn't notice much, except for Hayato. This felt and looked way too much like the time Hayato had died and fear was rushing through every bit of Ryuutaro's body and mind.
"...you're better than that... better than any of them... better than any piece of this world... so ... please..."