He splits his movements into small steps, with a break in between each one. First, he takes the phone and simply holds it while he takes a slow, careful breath. Then he dials, which he messes up since he's working with one trembling hand, and dials again. Once more, he pauses to recover, briefly closing his eyes before he presses the call button and holds the phone up to his ear.
It rings, and rings, and rings.
He repeats each step again with the same result.
He should be grateful, he supposes, that Takiishi's phone isn't dead in a drawer somewhere. It's turned on, which means it should be sitting somewhere he'll check eventually. But if anyone's going to haul him to a hospital, he'd prefer it to be him, Takiishi's willingness notwithstanding. Calling Noroshi after everything they've gone through wouldn't be wise; morale can be a tricky thing, and seeing Endo in such a state after a few of them were brutalized might lead to friction in the long run.
He tries one last time. When it hits Takiishi's voicemail, with the automated voice on the other end suggesting he leave a message, Endo simply says: "I'll be home late tonight," and tries to sound normal about it. Then he ends the call. ]
Hang on.
[ He says this before Accelerator can make any demands about his phone; he needs to delete Takiishi's number from his history before giving it back. But when he tries to do that, the shaking of his hand worsens and he drops the phone. ]
Shit.
[ Now he realizes what's going on, with the sludge-like feeling in his brain and his unsteady motor control: his adrenaline has completely bottomed out. ]
Take it.
[ He means the phone, now on the ground, but he doesn't gesture toward it. ]
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He splits his movements into small steps, with a break in between each one. First, he takes the phone and simply holds it while he takes a slow, careful breath. Then he dials, which he messes up since he's working with one trembling hand, and dials again. Once more, he pauses to recover, briefly closing his eyes before he presses the call button and holds the phone up to his ear.
It rings, and rings, and rings.
He repeats each step again with the same result.
He should be grateful, he supposes, that Takiishi's phone isn't dead in a drawer somewhere. It's turned on, which means it should be sitting somewhere he'll check eventually. But if anyone's going to haul him to a hospital, he'd prefer it to be him, Takiishi's willingness notwithstanding. Calling Noroshi after everything they've gone through wouldn't be wise; morale can be a tricky thing, and seeing Endo in such a state after a few of them were brutalized might lead to friction in the long run.
He tries one last time. When it hits Takiishi's voicemail, with the automated voice on the other end suggesting he leave a message, Endo simply says: "I'll be home late tonight," and tries to sound normal about it. Then he ends the call. ]
Hang on.
[ He says this before Accelerator can make any demands about his phone; he needs to delete Takiishi's number from his history before giving it back. But when he tries to do that, the shaking of his hand worsens and he drops the phone. ]
Shit.
[ Now he realizes what's going on, with the sludge-like feeling in his brain and his unsteady motor control: his adrenaline has completely bottomed out. ]
Take it.
[ He means the phone, now on the ground, but he doesn't gesture toward it. ]