“Are you coming back?” he asked and draped an arm over his forehead. “cause this hurts too much ….. be alone …. I just …. really….like you ….”
The phone slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor.
Hakuba held his breath as Kaito spoke, free hand gripping the car door tightly until his knuckles were white. “Well, I…” he paused, eyes going wide at the sound of the phone being dropped. "Ku-Kuroba? Kuroba-kun?!“
Oh god, no. The blood loss? Perhaps it had been more serious than Kaito’d said. He was always hiding his injuries, always pretending that things were all right when they really, really weren’t! DAMN that stubborn thief!
The detective wasted no time in getting in and starting the car, shouting once more into his phone before tossing it to the seat. "I’m on my way! Hang on, Kuroba, or I’ll NEVER forgive you!"
Never before had he gotten from his father’s home to Kaito’s in such a short amount of time. It was lucky for him that, being as late as it was, there was almost no one on the road. Somehow, he avoided being pulled over, too, which was especially good as he was technically still inebriated, though the worry had sobered him fairly well.
He jogged from the car once it was sloppily parked in front of the house, medical duffel in hand, and took the raced to the door, knocking briskly.
"Kuroba-kun? It’s me; please open the door!"