[Fear and guilt and panic and denial all crash together in a train wreck inside Sasuke's chest. That this is somehow his fault, or he could have prevented it; that this will mean fewer hours Itachi can work (and then how will they afford his medicine?); that this will affect his school and his chance at a scholarship if he has to take more hours (and then how fucking selfish he feels (even if he wants the scholarship more because the promise of money means safety for Itachi than because he cares about sports)) - ]
[The tears haven't welled yet, but oh, they're threatening. Itachi is sick. A tightness wells in Sasuke's throat and chest until he wants to throw up, but doesn't.]
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Fuck - Itachi, breathe. Don't - don't hurt yourself...
[The tears haven't welled yet, but oh, they're threatening. Itachi is sick. A tightness wells in Sasuke's throat and chest until he wants to throw up, but doesn't.]
Just breathe...