“I’ll fix you,” Chikusa mutters stubbornly, hastily moving into action. His quick hands have been one of his few blessings in life; he threads a needle through Ken’s skin to patch him back up together with well practiced speed. All the while, his mind is repeating in relief so potent that it’s a miracle he hasn’t fallen to his knees yet.
He can fix this. He can fix this.
Once that’s done, he sweeps an unsteady hand through Ken’s hair. It’s not a fond gesture he makes often, but everything about this situation has him feeling unlike himself. For a second, it felt as though he’d be alone for the first time in his life, that Ken might actually die, and that…
It only happens in a second before he pushes away, gathering the necessary supplies in the room so that he can make some splints for Ken’s wrists and leg. The other one he’s still not sure about yet, but it’s obvious that Ken isn’t in the condition for Chikusa to go poking about in it. That’s fine. “Just stay still through this, and I’ll get you food,” he promises his partner, starting with the leg first.
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He can fix this. He can fix this.
Once that’s done, he sweeps an unsteady hand through Ken’s hair. It’s not a fond gesture he makes often, but everything about this situation has him feeling unlike himself. For a second, it felt as though he’d be alone for the first time in his life, that Ken might actually die, and that…
It only happens in a second before he pushes away, gathering the necessary supplies in the room so that he can make some splints for Ken’s wrists and leg. The other one he’s still not sure about yet, but it’s obvious that Ken isn’t in the condition for Chikusa to go poking about in it. That’s fine. “Just stay still through this, and I’ll get you food,” he promises his partner, starting with the leg first.