Feather forced himself to snap out of it, finding himself in a hospital room. Searchlight was laid out on the bed, stitches on their head and shoulder. He just now realized how messed up the crash had gotten them. Their arm was clearly broken, and so was their collarbone. He reached out, very gently taking their hand. "Oh, Light." He leaned in a bit closer, tilting his head slightly, staring intently at their face as if he wanted to remember every detail. Their wide, pretty yellow eyes, the red dots on their cheeks, that gorgeous shade of white mixed with tan skin, and the soft freckles that dotted their cheeks. "Don't leave. Don't leave me here. Please." He buried his face in their hand, finally allowing himself to cry. He sobbed quietly, gently nuzzling their hand with his nose. "Stay with me, please." He lifted his head slightly, looking over at the door as he heard it creak open, revealing Lucifer on the other side. He sat up straight, wiping the tears off his face. "H-Hey," Feather mumbled, trying to hide his red and puffy eyes. "Searchlight!" Lucifer didn't seem to notice Feather, instantly running toward Light's bedside, kneeling down beside him. Lucifer already had tears streaming down his face as he clutched Searchlight's hand. "Don't leave, don't leave! Not you too. Not after Al." A few hours passed, and Lucifer eventually decided to leave and get some sleep, but Feather stayed through the night, but woke up to a single, loud, insisting beep. He grumbled as he lifted his head, but he quickly froze up as he realized Searchlight had flatlined. "No!" Feather cried, instantly standing up and pressing the call button, hoping a nurse would come to help. Feather didn't know CPR or anything like that. He didn't know what to do. "Searchlight!!!"
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