It’s going to be okay. Chikusa repeats the words, over and over again, hastily working on splinting Ken’s limbs. It’s going to be okay. They’ve survived worse than this. They’ve survived hell, and a few other things besides. Ken will survive this.

When he’s finished up Ken’s arms, he doesn’t let himself stop. If he stops, even for a moment’s breath, Chikusa isn’t sure he’ll be able to start up again. That’s something he can’t do. So he cups Ken’s face again, tipping tiny drops of water into his mouth to see if that helps or at least wakes him up a little more.