[Just when he’d thought himself losing energy, it spikes up again, propelling him forward to Ken’s side. Immediately, his hands start fluttering over him doing diagnostics: his heart beat, his breathing, if his broken limbs have been twisted further. Chikusa’s voice comes out soft and trembling as though he’s a child clinging to his best friend’s shirt.]
no subject
[Just when he’d thought himself losing energy, it spikes up again, propelling him forward to Ken’s side. Immediately, his hands start fluttering over him doing diagnostics: his heart beat, his breathing, if his broken limbs have been twisted further. Chikusa’s voice comes out soft and trembling as though he’s a child clinging to his best friend’s shirt.]
Ken?