Despite the sirens that wailed just outside of the house, Mondo couldn't hear anything. All he could hear was the blood pounding in his ear.
This shouldn't of happened.
He should've never had to experience the unusual emptiness from his best friend's desk that morning.
He should've never had to experience that gut feeling that something was wrong.
He should've never had to experience the panic in his chest when he had to kick down the locked bathroom door.
And he sure as hell should've never had to experience the feeling of holding Kiyotaka Ishimaru's unconscious body.
He didn't have to look too deep into the scene to know what happened. There was a small green bottle, nearly empty, tipped over on the tiled bathroom floor. A few white pills were scattered around it. There wasn't a lot. The rest were somewhere else.
Mondo was a junior in high school. He was only seventeen.
So he should've never had to experience the feeling of his best friend's unmoving body being taken away from him by a paramedic.
There was yelling all around him, probably a mix between instructions, precautions, and codes into walkie talkies.
Mondo couldn't hear a thing.