Feather stopped registering everything that was going on as nurses and doctors ran in, instantly circling around Searchlight's bed. One started performing CPR while another ushered Feather out of the room, despite his desperate efforts to stay in the room, stay with Searchlight. But he was pushed out, and the door locked behind him. He let out a soft screech, his hands clawing at his own skin. He didn't know what to do. He stopped the motion when he realized he was bleeding. "Ugh." He sighed heavily, reluctantly walking toward the waiting room. He slumped into a chair, struggling and failing to try to not cry, though tears fell out of his eyes anyways. He let out a soft whimper, wrapping his hand tightly around his wrist. He waited for hours. Each second seemed like an eternity. He just wanted the wait to be over. He just wanted to know that Searchlight was okay. That they would heal and be fine. A nurse stepped into the room from the hallway, holding a clipboard tightly. "Feather?" she called, looking around the room. Feather quickly stood up, walking toward her. "What happened? Are they okay?" The nurse paused for a moment, looking down. "They broke their ribs in the accident. We didn't notice that they had been stabbing their heart until..." Feather huffed out a sharp breath, desperation evident in his posture. "What? What happened?" The nurse sighed softly, her grip on the clipboard tightening. "They're gone, Feather.
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