Night 59: West Wing, North Hall 1-B

[oneman_onekill]

[from here]The next hall was blessedly empty and, more importantly, blood-free. Somehow, that meant that he could breathe a little easier, but Niikura still kept up the pace he'd set the hall before. The faster they got to Mike, the better: safety was going to lie in numbers tonight

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[oneman_onekill]

[returning from here]

Niikura slammed the door shut behind all three of them, and instantly, the world seemed to sharpen. With the rain no longer pounding in his ears, he could hear how loud his breathing was, all of theirs was. They'd come that close to death or serious injury. Thrilling, but he could've done without.

And with the adrenalin swiftly fading from his system, suddenly, he realized just how much he was bleeding.

"Oh..." The shirt was ruined anyway, so he tore the sleeve off and rotated his arm enough so that he could see the wound. It was a clean, straight slash--deep, though, which was the problem. "Heh, my bad." Niikura laughed as he tore the sleeve into strips and wrapped the still-clean ones around his shoulder, holding one end with his teeth as he tied it off.

"I'll be fine. Nothin' serious." He looked expectantly at Mike and Shiina. "We should keep goin', y'know."

[hiddenbadass]

Mike had seen Niikura get hit, but he didn't get a chance to see how bad until after they were safely inside the building. One look let him know it was bad, and another few moments of watching made him realize just how bad. He cursed under his breath, walking up to Niikura to inspect the wound better.

"Not until I've got a chance to look at that," Mike pulled out his own flashlight, turning it onto the wound. "I'm not gonna carry your dumbass if you faint if you're bleedin' out."

[requitedfate]

The shove came unexpectedly. Shiina pitched forward just as a huge gust whipped past her. She heard the gasp of pain and her heartbeat stalled for a few chilling seconds... Then Shou was yanking on her hand again and speeding them towards the door. They were almost there

[oneman_onekill]

In the fuss over his arm, Niikura hardly noticed that Shiina had once again started calling him "Shou". Actually, he never noticed it, mostly because the times she did forget and lapse into referring to him by his given (shared) name were the times when he wouldn't think about the distinction.

"Ah, you guys are so insistent," he whined, but that was as far as his resistance would go: he was stubborn, but Mike and Shiina combined probably defeated him, and he definitely didn't want to suffer the indignity of having to be carried around in the off chance that he did faint.

He held out his arm with a sigh for Mike to inspect. "Make it fast, alright? Time's flyin' by."

[hiddenbadass]

Mike noticed the name change, too, but didn't pay it much heed. A change in name wasn't exactly as important as making sure your partner in crime didn't bleed out and need to be dragged places. That would really put a damper on their night. So, needless to say, it was a relief that Niikura wasn't going to argue about it other than a token whine.

"I'll go what speed is necessary," Mike replied a bit gruffly. "Just hold still."

He shifted the flashlight and trapped it under the armpit of his half-arm, angling it properly so that it was shining on the wound. Mike's reached out with his good arm to inspect it. Surprisingly, it wasn't deep enough that he was in danger of bleeding out. Well, once they got a few more bandages on it, anyways.

Mike paused for a moment, then held his good arm and its sleeve out to Niikura. "Rip up my sleeve. I'll help you tie off the bandages properly. M'used to one arm. It'll be good to go then."

[oneman_onekill]

"More?" Niikura's eyebrows raised. "Geez, don't turn me into a mummy here." But it was true that the wound sort of necessitated it, especially since Mike had taken off his hasty patch job to get a better look--incidentally, the outcome he had been hoping to avoid by said hasty patch job.

He ripped the sleeve off and tied it securely over the wound with the other man's help. "Alright! Good as new, eh?" He patted the bandage and hid a wince. "Let's go!" He wasn't going to give them any more time to fuss over him, that was for sure.

[oneman_onekill]

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