Ken growls. "Just bring somebody who can fix him, stupid!" He scoops Chikusa up off the ground, like he weighs nothing. "Shamal, your x-ray guy, you and your box, your scrawny boss, a surgeon, whoever! All of them at once, byon! Just figure out how to fix him!"

And then - somehow, in a way perhaps known only to Ken because he moves too rapidly and Chikusa's body in his arms makes any clear view impossible - Ken scrambles up the side of the house to Ryohei's window and is through it, Chikusa still held against him. Ken lays him carefully, almost reverentially, on Ryohei's bed, and if Chikusa's getting blood on his sheets then Ken cares even less about that than he would at any other time, and at any other time he wouldn't care at all.

There's only the pause of a moment before Ken's climbing onto the bed with Chikusa, wrapping his arms around him and curling up against his side.