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writetomyheart2015-10-04 01:01 pm
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[Team SONIC] Lean on me
First time on team sonic!
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This has been haunting me for a while. Actually ever since it came out that Tsubasa had Ménière's disease.
At least for now, for the moment, things seemed to be fine. Tsubasa wrapped his fingers around the microphone and looked straight ahead. The world was perfectly in focus, not tilting or turning into weird directions or spinning so rapidly it made him sick.
It had come as more than a shock to him. As a dancer, who’d been able to freely control his body, to will it to do what he wanted to do, to suddenly lose that ability. It wasn’t permanent - well, not really - but it was still something that scared him. He never knew when the fits would come, when the spells of vertigo would hit him and make him lose all sense of direction and balance and turn his stomach upside down.
The doctors said he couldn’t fight it but of course that didn’t stop Tsubasa from trying. He wasn’t someone who gave up easily. He was someone who didn’t know or accept something until they had tried it and had either succeeded or failed.
He managed to go through rehearsals just fine but the moment he walked off the stage, things started to tilt dangerously. Tsubasa tried to call out to someone but his voice wouldn’t come out and to grab a hold of something but missed and felt himself falling, saw how the floor came closer at first but then started to spin rapidly and blurr.
Voices around him were muffled as his ears started to fill with a buzzing sound.
Nausea took over and Tsubasa gathered his last strength to keep himself from vomiting.
It felt like almost forever until the buzzing quietened down again and things started to spin too much. When Tsubasa dared to open his eyes again, he was lying on the couch in the changing room he was sharing with Takizawa. The other was sitting next to him, expression worried.
“You okay again?” Takizawa asked softly and then smoothed out a crease on Tsubasa’s brow. “You should have said something. This happens when you push yourself too much.”
“I don’t want to hold everyone up! We were taking long enough as it is.” Tsubasa replied softly.
Takizawa made a face. “Tsubasa. You need to stop thinking like that. I’m going to call mandatory breaks from now on, whether you like it or not.”
“Hide-kun,” Tsubasa wanted to protest but Takizawa’s expression remained firm and unwavering. There was no use to talk back to the other. He knew that. Laughing softly, he closed his eyes again. “Okay, okay.”
Brushing his fingers through Tsubasa’s hair gently and soothingly, Takizawa muttered, “Lean on me. You know you can. I will catch you when you fall, I’ll support you no matter what. We’re partners after all. We’re not alone, there’s always two of us.”
Starting words from here
This has been haunting me for a while. Actually ever since it came out that Tsubasa had Ménière's disease.
At least for now, for the moment, things seemed to be fine. Tsubasa wrapped his fingers around the microphone and looked straight ahead. The world was perfectly in focus, not tilting or turning into weird directions or spinning so rapidly it made him sick.
It had come as more than a shock to him. As a dancer, who’d been able to freely control his body, to will it to do what he wanted to do, to suddenly lose that ability. It wasn’t permanent - well, not really - but it was still something that scared him. He never knew when the fits would come, when the spells of vertigo would hit him and make him lose all sense of direction and balance and turn his stomach upside down.
The doctors said he couldn’t fight it but of course that didn’t stop Tsubasa from trying. He wasn’t someone who gave up easily. He was someone who didn’t know or accept something until they had tried it and had either succeeded or failed.
He managed to go through rehearsals just fine but the moment he walked off the stage, things started to tilt dangerously. Tsubasa tried to call out to someone but his voice wouldn’t come out and to grab a hold of something but missed and felt himself falling, saw how the floor came closer at first but then started to spin rapidly and blurr.
Voices around him were muffled as his ears started to fill with a buzzing sound.
Nausea took over and Tsubasa gathered his last strength to keep himself from vomiting.
It felt like almost forever until the buzzing quietened down again and things started to spin too much. When Tsubasa dared to open his eyes again, he was lying on the couch in the changing room he was sharing with Takizawa. The other was sitting next to him, expression worried.
“You okay again?” Takizawa asked softly and then smoothed out a crease on Tsubasa’s brow. “You should have said something. This happens when you push yourself too much.”
“I don’t want to hold everyone up! We were taking long enough as it is.” Tsubasa replied softly.
Takizawa made a face. “Tsubasa. You need to stop thinking like that. I’m going to call mandatory breaks from now on, whether you like it or not.”
“Hide-kun,” Tsubasa wanted to protest but Takizawa’s expression remained firm and unwavering. There was no use to talk back to the other. He knew that. Laughing softly, he closed his eyes again. “Okay, okay.”
Brushing his fingers through Tsubasa’s hair gently and soothingly, Takizawa muttered, “Lean on me. You know you can. I will catch you when you fall, I’ll support you no matter what. We’re partners after all. We’re not alone, there’s always two of us.”
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That's so sweet ;___;
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They're pretty serious about this thing ;)
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♥