Shuichi's 5, 023, 8 --- call to Hiro for Help

As the noise continued further into the apartment and farther away from the bedroom, Shuichi walked over to the bed and plopped down on the level bedcovers. Shuichi picked up the receiver from where it rested in its cradle on the bedside table, and began dialing a combination of buttons on the lit-up panel. He waited as patiently as he could while the ringtone buzzed like a annoying bee in his ear, busily connecting him to the person he was trying to reach.

"Hiro, I -"

" Hi, this is Hiro. I'm not at home right at this moment, but please leave a message and I will get back to you. Shu, if it's you, you know how to reach me."

"Mah...Hiro..." Shuichi grumbled into the phone, " I really needed you, and you're not answering your cell." He looked back at the discarded cellphone lying forlorn in the shadow of the bureau.

Returning the phone to the table, he got up from the bed, smoothing the wrinkles from where he sat and scootched over the small area of cornflower carpet to the huge glass window that led to the balcony. The blinds were like an old wooden pickett fence or bars on a window, letting varied stripes of dark and light project onto the floor. Which was more confining? Shuichi saw no means of escape unless he jumped from the balcony, which about three stories from the ground, and an almost a hundred percent chance he would break his neck.
But a broken neck was the lesser risk to take he could take rather than face Tohma, Tatsuha, or an annoyed Yuki followed by Tohma and Tatsuha.