As a matter of fact, he’s not, but that doesn’t seem to matter to Ryohei. All he does is lower his fists completely, expression morphing into concern. “Then I’ll go help! Come on, let’s go!” Without any regard for the fact that they’re on the second floor, he storms over to the window.
Then again, with the things he’s been hit with, maybe there’s no need for concern. Ryohei is astonishingly durable.
Ken's kneejerk feeling at Ryohei's unexpected cooperation (he should have expected it, the Kokuyo gang are fully aware that Tsuna's Vongola are weirdly compassionate and invested in their well-being and are actively kind of uncomfortable about it, but deep down Ken never really expects or believes in anyone outside their group being helpful or caring) is relief. It's followed, almost immediately, with the realization that Chikusa's not going to be happy about having to endure Ryohei personally while getting healed, and will be even less happy about the fact that news will inevitably get back to Tsuna and the other guardians with Ryohei's involvement.
But Chikusa gets grumpy about a lot of things, many of which Ken deems not important enough to fuss over - things like cleanliness or the lack thereof, and proper nutrition, and not being allowed to sleep until moss eventually grows over his body and the earth reclaims him. Ken can deal with an unhappy Chikusa. And while this happens to be something neither of them like, in the face of Chikusa's condition, Ken decides they can both just suck it up.
Ken beats Ryohei to the window in a single leap, and jumps from there down to the ground, looking back up at Ryohei expectantly for a moment in an unspoken invitation to follow before a thought occurs and he darts into the bushes where Chikusa is. He doesn't know how far out Ryohei will jump, and Ryohei doesn't know Chikusa's practically right below him, and Ken doesn't want Ryohei to actually jump down onto Chikusa. But, he figures, if Ryohei knows Ken is right below him, he'll make sure to jump a little further out.
When Ken scurries back into the bushes, he’s immediately greeted with an unhappy look from Chikusa.
After all, Ryohei is loud. It hadn’t exactly been a difficult thing to overhear a bit of what was going on up there. Chikusa would be hard pressed to repeat the whole conversation verbatim, but he knows he’s gotten the gist of it. That’s why he’s not surprised when Ryohei flings himself out of the second story window, landing and rolling with the momentum almost into the wall around the perimeter of the tiny Japanese house.
Chikusa doesn’t say anything. He merely flops onto his side despite his injuries, refusing to speak as Ryohei comes barreling over. “Hey! Don’t lay like that, it’s extremely not good!”
"Stupid four-eyed kappa," Ken huffs, gathering Chikusa into his arms as much because he knows Chikusa's just going to ragdoll like a sulky toddler through his as because he wants to move him out of the bushes and into the yard where Ryohei, he imagines, will have more room to see and to work his box. But the care he takes, the gentleness with which he scoops up his wounded partner to not make his injuries worse even though he knows Chikusa probably isn't feeling much pain, says a lot more than his mouth ever will.
He settles Chikusa on the lawn, sitting himself behind Chikusa and propping him upright against him, arms around his waist. He gives Ryohei a look of sullen defiance. "Fix him, byon."
It's desperation, and even Ryohei can probably tell that. Desperation, the massive extent of Chikusa's injuries, and Ken's own straightforward, reckless nature that probably makes him more likely than anyone else in the Kokuyo gang to go for the obvious solution of Ryohei's healing box even if it means asking for the assistance of the Vongola and possibly annoying Mukuro by doing so in the process. Chikusa wouldn't have been willing, and Chrome probably would have been too conscious of Mukuro's likely negative reaction to dare it.
But even if it's born of desperation...Ryohei may be conscious that he's been given a significant amount of trust here. Ken is asking him to fix this, and in doing so entrusting one of the most important things of his life to him. Honestly, the fact that Ken thought of anyone outside their group at all when at the end of his rope implies a subconscious trust in the Vongola he'd never admit to.
The whole time, it’s clear that Chikusa is down to his very bones reluctant and unhappy about this arrangement. Not in his face, as is usual, but in his body language as Ken gathers him up and drags him out into the lawn. Still…. Despite this fact, he’s obviously more at ease, too, with Ken right there against him. He’ll able to feel it, the looseness and lack of tension in Chikusa’s body when he’s pulled against Ken’s body although his eyes don’t leave Ryohei as the sun boxer kneels down besides them.
Chikusa’s obvious distrust doesn’t seem to bother Ryohei any. “It’ll extremely be okay,” he promises as he activates his box and pulls out the tool already glimmering with warm sun flames. It’s hard to say which of them he’s directing it to, although possibly both when he tries it on an unimpressed Chikusa and then to Ken like that will do any better. With a carefullness that some might not associate with the brazen teenager, he starts from the top along what minor injuries are visible on Chikusa’s face.
Boxer’s habit- he knows a lot about the dangers that even seemingly minor injuries can cause in the head.
Ken's shameless, no matter who he's around. So Ryohei's presence doesn't hold him back from turning his head to nuzzle Chikusa's temple, breathing in his scent, reassuring both of them with the gesture. Ryohei's free to think what he likes about it. He hardly seems to be paying attention to Ryohei himself; having handed responsibility over to someone with the power to handle things, he seems to have fully entrusted the matter to them.
He does glance at Ryohei after a moment. "It'll make his bones better, right?" He's not sure how the ring works. He knows you normally have to align broken bones if you want them to heal properly; will it restore Chikusa's knees to the way they should be even without getting them aligned first? He hopes so, but he's not sure.
Something like that is hard to miss, but.. Ryohei still seems to miss the implications of it, blinking as Ken’s nuzzle nudges Chikusa’s head a bit away from the sun flames. Neither of them seem particularly bothered that they’re just doing this so… Maybe it’s a foreigner thing! After all, despite their names, they’re not actually from Japan, right?
Just bros being bros.
At the question, however, he freezes up. Biology isn’t exactly his area of expertise, after all, but….
Chikusa sighs. “I told you we should have gone to Shamal.”
“Shamal only looks over girls!” Ryohei’s brow furrows as he pauses to look over Chikusa’s damaged legs again. Broken bones need to be set, right? And that’s just for limbs in general. He’s not sure about joints. “Maybe this sort of extreme injury needs to go to a hospital…” Against Ken’s body, Chikusa goes stiff.
"No!" The word is fired from Ken's lips like a bullet, his arms tightening reflexively around Chikusa as though he expects him to be snatched from his arms. Hospitals have, on occasion, been required by himself and Chikusa, and there's nothing they hate more. The tubes, the needles, the people in lab coats in power over them - it's always a relived nightmare of Estraneo. And Chikusa's never been hurt quite so badly; Ken's terrified of how long he might have to be in there, what they might do to his partner. Worse, he's not sure mundane medicine can fix injuries this extensive; that's why he opted for box healing as a better solution in the first place.
"He can't go to a normal doctor, byon! They'll put him in casts and he'll be stuck there for months and he might not even heal right! Can't your stupid box heal everything?!"
He's as tense as piano wire. Even more than Chikusa, he's radiating terror, thinly masked by sound and fury. He's in his most dangerous state, one Chikusa's seen before on occasion - an animal at bay, ready to do just about anything to himself or to anyone else if it'll get him out of the situation he's cornered in.
Correction: Ken is the most visibly terrified. Chikusa is just as much so, although it’s almost impossible to tell to most people. Still, however, his fingers have subtly but definitely started to dig into Ken’s clothing, clinging back to him as much as Chikusa is being clung to himself. His eyes still haven’t stopped focusing on Ryohei, keeping track of every single movement.
In the face of such open panic and silent but vicious distrust, Ryohei actually pauses as he stares at the two with a furrowed brow. He’s clearly doing what he doesn’t do most of the time, which is that he’s trying to think carefully about all of this. Finally, he gets up to his feet. “I’ll call Doctor Shamal!” he announces, louder than is really necessary. “So stay right there!!”
This...is a solution that hadn't occurred to Ken. To not have to choose between Shamal or Ryohei, but to have both. He blinks at Ryohei for a moment, then glances at Chikusa as though looking for his more intelligent partner to find some flaw with this.
Ryohei doesn't seem to need any input on the matter, so Ken supposes if there's a problem, they can just leave while Ryohei's gone...but this sounds like a good plan to him, on the face of it.
Ryohei really doesn’t need anymore input on the matter, because he goes running off back into the house- front door this time. That just leaves Ken and Chikusa back sitting on the lawn, Chikusa still shrunk back against Ken.
At least he seems to be giving some thought to it all, lips drawn tight together as he stares at the door Ryohei has just vanished through. For a few tense seconds, he thinks heavily. Eventually- “We’re not going to a hospital.” Like it really needs to be said for either of them.
"Damn right we're not, byon," Ken huffs, tugging Chikusa closer against his chest. He's shifted so that he's holding Chikusa more from the side than behind now, Chikusa's head pillowed against his shoulder.
Ken couldn't take a more overtly protective stance if he tried. Anyone who wants to take Chikusa to a hospital will have to knock him out or kill him to arrange it; that much is blindingly obvious.
The good news is that when Ryohei comes bounding out of the house a few minutes later, he doesn’t seem intent on knocking Ken out and definitely not killing him. Instead, there’s a paper scrunched up in his hand that he glances at, just to remind himself of the basics of the conversation he’d just had. He does learn, after all.
“Doctor Shamal said that a sun flame would just make the healing go faster, but it wouldn’t set bones! They have to be set first! And he said that to find out the damage, we’d have to use an x-ray!”
“No,” is Chikusa’s immediate answer, sharper than his usual quietness. Ryohei’s face furrows in a frown.
For once, it's Ken who has the more restrained, reasonable reaction. His eyes narrow at the words, but it's a second before he says anything.
"Does Shamal have one?" After all, Shamal was where Chikusa wanted to go first - had preferred it to Ryohei, in fact - and that doesn't count as a hospital. So maybe an x-ray can happen without an actual hospital visit.
But the dark realization is sinking in to Ken that, if they need this machine and they can only get one at a hospital...they'll have to go. Chikusa might refuse it on his own behalf, but Ken won't refuse anything that will fix Chikusa. It may be literally the last thing he ever wants to do, but they've had to endure it before and they can endure it again.
“I’ve never heard of a school having an x-ray machine…” Which, considering that Hibari attends Nami Middle, maybe they should really have one for all the broken bones he gives even other Namimori students because they didn’t follow his rules.
Still. That’s obviously not what Chikusa wants to hear. His fingers dig hard into Ken’s arms, a clear signal that he’s prepared to physically launch himself if need be away from this whole discussion. Logically, he knows that this is what he needs to do. Without his legs, his usefulness to Mukuro-sama plummet, and he’s already for years now felt like it’s been a precarious position to start with. At the same time… Hospitals and the sickly smell of medicine and death, it’s too much. It strikes at something that’s been buried deep inside of him.
Before he can do anything, however, Ryohei slams his fist into his open palm suddenly. “Wait!! I know someone who’s extremely like an x-ray machine! He could probably help!”
Ken curls his body more around Chikusa, although for the first time tonight it's not to protect him. It's a preventative measure, making it so that his own body is in the way of Chikusa trying to leap out of his arms. However bad the hospital is, it's better than Chikusa being maimed for life. Ken will do whatever it takes to make sure that doesn't happen.
"It's okay, Kakipi," he mutters. His voice is tense, but resolute. "If...if you've gotta go to the hospital, I'll go with you, byon. I'll protect you, promise."
For them, this is the equivalent of someone telling the virgin sacrifice that if the sacrifice gets thrown into the volcano, they'll jump in after them.
His head jerks up when Ryohei talks, in his usual overly loud voice. He squints suspiciously at him. "How can someone be like an x-ray machine, byon? Is Shamal coming here?"
If Ken seems wary of this new suggestion, then Chikusa is doubly so. How can someone be like an x-ray machine, and is that even good enough for what needs to be done? It feels like another trap to get him in a hospital, something that’s working him up more and more as he thinks about it.
Half of that is Ken’s fault, for all his partner is doing the best for him. With his legs already broken, Chikusa is helpless enough although that wouldn’t stop him from crawling away or even forcing broken legs to carry himself. When your sense of pain doesn’t work, you become capable of making a lot more ill advised decisions. However, Ken wrapping around him keeps him from doing even that much. Traps him. It far too easily makes him think of being strapped to an operating table, lights blinding him and needles pressing into his skin.
As usual, however, Chikusa keeps all of this hidden by a stony mask, so Ryohei can’t really be blamed for his obliviousness as he beams at the pair. “His eyes are extremely strong,” he promises, like that explains things. “He can see into the human body, or something!” Unfortunately, the details about all of this are probably best given by someone… not Ryohei. “I bet he could see what parts are broken!”
Ken squints at Ryohei. This time it's a squint of confusion, as he tries to work out the logic in his head. "So...can he fix what's broken?" he asks eventually. Fixing Chikusa is what he wants. He doesn't care which of Chikusa's bones are broken so long as someone fixes them.
This time it’s Ryohei who pauses, nose scrunching up as he thinks carefully. “Maybe?” he offers after a moment, clearly very unsure, and Chikusa gives a sigh. Between these two, it’s becoming clear to him that it’s going to take forever to make sense of everything.
“If it means not going to the hospital…”
The acquiescence has Ryohei grin again, and he points up to his bedroom window. “You can wait in my room! It’s extremely bad for neighbors to see bleeding people on our front lawn.” Something he may or may not have had to learn through personal experience.
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.
Everything happens in such a blur, but it doesn’t matter to Chikusa. The only thing that matters to him is that Ken is still by his side, still able to be felt and then seen and then felt again. Sure, his legs are still a mess, but Chikusa doesn’t care- he’ll survive. Already, he’s certain that he’s even in better condition than before thanks to what little healing Ryohei did to him before the subject of his knees came up.
Once Ken has settled against him, Chikusa curls his fingers along his neck. “...You’d really come with me to a hospital?”
"Duh," Ken mutters, even as his face presses into its usual spot against Chikusa's neck, nose nuzzled against his skin. His fear and anger and distaste at the idea is evident in his voice, but his answer was entirely without hesitation. "Who'd make sure they don't do bad stuff to you if I wasn't there?"
He simply breathes for a moment, warm air against Chikusa's neck. "...if the dumb sports guy doesn't find anything better, we might have to. You gotta get fixed, byon. I'll look out for you, though."
Ken is in no position to be criticizing Ryohei's intelligence, honestly.
What parts of his body still aren’t shattered and broken- most of it, now, Ryohei managed that much above the waist- go further stiff at the idea. There’s not even any way to verbalize it, to solidify his thoughts and emotions with words. Or perhaps that isn’t true… but it’s what he feels in that moment, thinking of chemical smells and needles and straps binding him to gurneys. Helplessness.
Ken knows it, too. Perhaps he doesn’t need to tell him anything at all.
“I don’t want them to touch me,” he mutters into Ken’s hair regardless. Even for his own good, he doesn’t want to be in that kind of position again.
"I know, byon," Ken says, lips moving against Chikusa's skin. It could almost be mistaken for kissing. "I don't want them to touch you, either." The same tension from Chikusa's own body is practically thrumming through Ken's. "But...I want you to get better more than I don't trust them."
He wants Chikusa to get better more than anything.
"You'll be safe this time. I'll make sure they don't do anything that isn't making you better, Kakipi."
On one hand, that is reassuring. Ken would tear down a building in Kong Channel before letting anything harm him. Chikusa has seen him do the same for Mukuro at an idle gesture, and if Ken is dedicated to protecting him with even a fraction of that….
Yet there’s a flaw. “How would you know?” Chikusa mutters, taking a deep breath. “They could mention things, and you’d have no idea if they were good for me or not.”
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Then again, with the things he’s been hit with, maybe there’s no need for concern. Ryohei is astonishingly durable.
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But Chikusa gets grumpy about a lot of things, many of which Ken deems not important enough to fuss over - things like cleanliness or the lack thereof, and proper nutrition, and not being allowed to sleep until moss eventually grows over his body and the earth reclaims him. Ken can deal with an unhappy Chikusa. And while this happens to be something neither of them like, in the face of Chikusa's condition, Ken decides they can both just suck it up.
Ken beats Ryohei to the window in a single leap, and jumps from there down to the ground, looking back up at Ryohei expectantly for a moment in an unspoken invitation to follow before a thought occurs and he darts into the bushes where Chikusa is. He doesn't know how far out Ryohei will jump, and Ryohei doesn't know Chikusa's practically right below him, and Ken doesn't want Ryohei to actually jump down onto Chikusa. But, he figures, if Ryohei knows Ken is right below him, he'll make sure to jump a little further out.
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After all, Ryohei is loud. It hadn’t exactly been a difficult thing to overhear a bit of what was going on up there. Chikusa would be hard pressed to repeat the whole conversation verbatim, but he knows he’s gotten the gist of it. That’s why he’s not surprised when Ryohei flings himself out of the second story window, landing and rolling with the momentum almost into the wall around the perimeter of the tiny Japanese house.
Chikusa doesn’t say anything. He merely flops onto his side despite his injuries, refusing to speak as Ryohei comes barreling over. “Hey! Don’t lay like that, it’s extremely not good!”
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He settles Chikusa on the lawn, sitting himself behind Chikusa and propping him upright against him, arms around his waist. He gives Ryohei a look of sullen defiance. "Fix him, byon."
It's desperation, and even Ryohei can probably tell that. Desperation, the massive extent of Chikusa's injuries, and Ken's own straightforward, reckless nature that probably makes him more likely than anyone else in the Kokuyo gang to go for the obvious solution of Ryohei's healing box even if it means asking for the assistance of the Vongola and possibly annoying Mukuro by doing so in the process. Chikusa wouldn't have been willing, and Chrome probably would have been too conscious of Mukuro's likely negative reaction to dare it.
But even if it's born of desperation...Ryohei may be conscious that he's been given a significant amount of trust here. Ken is asking him to fix this, and in doing so entrusting one of the most important things of his life to him. Honestly, the fact that Ken thought of anyone outside their group at all when at the end of his rope implies a subconscious trust in the Vongola he'd never admit to.
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Chikusa’s obvious distrust doesn’t seem to bother Ryohei any. “It’ll extremely be okay,” he promises as he activates his box and pulls out the tool already glimmering with warm sun flames. It’s hard to say which of them he’s directing it to, although possibly both when he tries it on an unimpressed Chikusa and then to Ken like that will do any better. With a carefullness that some might not associate with the brazen teenager, he starts from the top along what minor injuries are visible on Chikusa’s face.
Boxer’s habit- he knows a lot about the dangers that even seemingly minor injuries can cause in the head.
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He does glance at Ryohei after a moment. "It'll make his bones better, right?" He's not sure how the ring works. He knows you normally have to align broken bones if you want them to heal properly; will it restore Chikusa's knees to the way they should be even without getting them aligned first? He hopes so, but he's not sure.
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Just bros being bros.At the question, however, he freezes up. Biology isn’t exactly his area of expertise, after all, but….
Chikusa sighs. “I told you we should have gone to Shamal.”
“Shamal only looks over girls!” Ryohei’s brow furrows as he pauses to look over Chikusa’s damaged legs again. Broken bones need to be set, right? And that’s just for limbs in general. He’s not sure about joints. “Maybe this sort of extreme injury needs to go to a hospital…” Against Ken’s body, Chikusa goes stiff.
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"He can't go to a normal doctor, byon! They'll put him in casts and he'll be stuck there for months and he might not even heal right! Can't your stupid box heal everything?!"
He's as tense as piano wire. Even more than Chikusa, he's radiating terror, thinly masked by sound and fury. He's in his most dangerous state, one Chikusa's seen before on occasion - an animal at bay, ready to do just about anything to himself or to anyone else if it'll get him out of the situation he's cornered in.
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In the face of such open panic and silent but vicious distrust, Ryohei actually pauses as he stares at the two with a furrowed brow. He’s clearly doing what he doesn’t do most of the time, which is that he’s trying to think carefully about all of this. Finally, he gets up to his feet. “I’ll call Doctor Shamal!” he announces, louder than is really necessary. “So stay right there!!”
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Ryohei doesn't seem to need any input on the matter, so Ken supposes if there's a problem, they can just leave while Ryohei's gone...but this sounds like a good plan to him, on the face of it.
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At least he seems to be giving some thought to it all, lips drawn tight together as he stares at the door Ryohei has just vanished through. For a few tense seconds, he thinks heavily. Eventually- “We’re not going to a hospital.” Like it really needs to be said for either of them.
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Ken couldn't take a more overtly protective stance if he tried. Anyone who wants to take Chikusa to a hospital will have to knock him out or kill him to arrange it; that much is blindingly obvious.
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“Doctor Shamal said that a sun flame would just make the healing go faster, but it wouldn’t set bones! They have to be set first! And he said that to find out the damage, we’d have to use an x-ray!”
“No,” is Chikusa’s immediate answer, sharper than his usual quietness. Ryohei’s face furrows in a frown.
“But-”
“No.”
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"Does Shamal have one?" After all, Shamal was where Chikusa wanted to go first - had preferred it to Ryohei, in fact - and that doesn't count as a hospital. So maybe an x-ray can happen without an actual hospital visit.
But the dark realization is sinking in to Ken that, if they need this machine and they can only get one at a hospital...they'll have to go. Chikusa might refuse it on his own behalf, but Ken won't refuse anything that will fix Chikusa. It may be literally the last thing he ever wants to do, but they've had to endure it before and they can endure it again.
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Still. That’s obviously not what Chikusa wants to hear. His fingers dig hard into Ken’s arms, a clear signal that he’s prepared to physically launch himself if need be away from this whole discussion. Logically, he knows that this is what he needs to do. Without his legs, his usefulness to Mukuro-sama plummet, and he’s already for years now felt like it’s been a precarious position to start with. At the same time… Hospitals and the sickly smell of medicine and death, it’s too much. It strikes at something that’s been buried deep inside of him.
Before he can do anything, however, Ryohei slams his fist into his open palm suddenly. “Wait!! I know someone who’s extremely like an x-ray machine! He could probably help!”
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"It's okay, Kakipi," he mutters. His voice is tense, but resolute. "If...if you've gotta go to the hospital, I'll go with you, byon. I'll protect you, promise."
For them, this is the equivalent of someone telling the virgin sacrifice that if the sacrifice gets thrown into the volcano, they'll jump in after them.
His head jerks up when Ryohei talks, in his usual overly loud voice. He squints suspiciously at him. "How can someone be like an x-ray machine, byon? Is Shamal coming here?"
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Half of that is Ken’s fault, for all his partner is doing the best for him. With his legs already broken, Chikusa is helpless enough although that wouldn’t stop him from crawling away or even forcing broken legs to carry himself. When your sense of pain doesn’t work, you become capable of making a lot more ill advised decisions. However, Ken wrapping around him keeps him from doing even that much. Traps him. It far too easily makes him think of being strapped to an operating table, lights blinding him and needles pressing into his skin.
As usual, however, Chikusa keeps all of this hidden by a stony mask, so Ryohei can’t really be blamed for his obliviousness as he beams at the pair. “His eyes are extremely strong,” he promises, like that explains things. “He can see into the human body, or something!” Unfortunately, the details about all of this are probably best given by someone… not Ryohei. “I bet he could see what parts are broken!”
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“If it means not going to the hospital…”
The acquiescence has Ryohei grin again, and he points up to his bedroom window. “You can wait in my room! It’s extremely bad for neighbors to see bleeding people on our front lawn.” Something he may or may not have had to learn through personal experience.
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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.
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Everything happens in such a blur, but it doesn’t matter to Chikusa. The only thing that matters to him is that Ken is still by his side, still able to be felt and then seen and then felt again. Sure, his legs are still a mess, but Chikusa doesn’t care- he’ll survive. Already, he’s certain that he’s even in better condition than before thanks to what little healing Ryohei did to him before the subject of his knees came up.
Once Ken has settled against him, Chikusa curls his fingers along his neck. “...You’d really come with me to a hospital?”
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He simply breathes for a moment, warm air against Chikusa's neck. "...if the dumb sports guy doesn't find anything better, we might have to. You gotta get fixed, byon. I'll look out for you, though."
Ken is in no position to be criticizing Ryohei's intelligence, honestly.
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Or perhaps that isn’t true… but it’s what he feels in that moment, thinking of chemical smells and needles and straps binding him to gurneys. Helplessness.
Ken knows it, too. Perhaps he doesn’t need to tell him anything at all.
“I don’t want them to touch me,” he mutters into Ken’s hair regardless. Even for his own good, he doesn’t want to be in that kind of position again.
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He wants Chikusa to get better more than anything.
"You'll be safe this time. I'll make sure they don't do anything that isn't making you better, Kakipi."
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Yet there’s a flaw. “How would you know?” Chikusa mutters, taking a deep breath. “They could mention things, and you’d have no idea if they were good for me or not.”
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