Drabble crap plox.
With some help from the doctors, he made his way out of the hospital. Toshio sighed in relief as Kira, now delegated to one of the few people unfortunate enough to have both their legs broken, came around stuck in a wheelchair. The look on his face spelled anything BUT glee.
"You had me worried sick there..." the father of the now-legless runner spoke. "Just be glad you're still alive, Kira. I know what's happened to you probably hasn't left your mind yet, but..."
The young man never replied. Toshio frowned at this; he was normally so upbeat, full of energy like most children, he had his dream to work towards...and it all gets taken away in a single instant. Anything he'd say concerning Yasuko and how she'd be cheering him on from above would probably go over his head, considering his current state of mind.
"...Come on, let's go home..." This was all he said after a moment of silence.
"Right..." was Toshio's lone reply, in somewhat similarly depressed tone to Kira. The two went back to their home in Ebetsu, where they would live somewhat comfortable lives 'til the day he would move out.
Sh*tty drabble is sh*tty. owo