COMMENT LOG AHOY!!onetruejusticeNovember 28 2007, 04:28:34 UTC
[It had been a victory, one that was staged as prettily as it could ever be, and Light is far from displeased at the result. Well-suited, impeccable despite the late hour, Light pauses when he spots Ishida. So he was back again, one of the few amusements he has in the City.
Striding over to him, it didn't take long to see that there was a problem. All that blood, and all of it looked like his. He wears the mask of concern so perfectly, so seamlessly as he approaches.]
COMMENT LOG READY STEADY GOOOO!anti_buttonsNovember 28 2007, 04:44:05 UTC
[ Ishida, of course, attempts to look absolutely composed, and that in itself is ridiculous -- in that dirty uniform, torn and now with more than its fair share of blood strains. His own. Never mind the pallor to his skin, or that he was sweating, a cold, sick sweat.
It is difficult to focus on the one who addresses him, to identify the voice, but he is determined to retain something. ]
COMMENT LOG READY STEADY GOOOO!onetruejusticeNovember 28 2007, 04:46:06 UTC
*There's no point in asking the obvious, and he'll get better answers when Ishida's not looking like he needs all that effort just to stand. He moves over and shakes his head*
COMMENT LOG READY STEADY GOOOO!anti_buttonsNovember 28 2007, 04:53:53 UTC
[ He grits his teeth -- pink-saliva-wet teeth, his lips drawing back in a grimace that shakes the entirety of him, because it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and everything -- Ishida shakes his head. ]
COMMENT LOG IS ON MAN ONanti_buttonsNovember 28 2007, 05:27:08 UTC
[ As Inoue-san has not been reached, Ishida knows better than to resist, really -- there's more than just Ryuuken there, there are healers of a more than typical nurse and doctor kind. His pride isn't enough to make him suicidal, and yet he resists ]
I've plenty of strength, I'm quite --
[ Woops, and his concentration on the spirit threads falters, and Ishida's knees buckle as his gut, abdomen seizes, muscles spazzing as blood travels up his throat again, spilling, so he chokes before he can gag it properly out, a black puddle on the sidewalk.
Gasping, he can't even think to wipe his mouth, not yet, it hurts. Damn it, damn it. He tries to say it, but can't. ]
COMMENTO IS SOOOOOO ON, BABYonetruejusticeNovember 28 2007, 05:30:52 UTC
*He gives him a very bland look, but it's cut short when he realizes that he's vomiting on the sidewalk. Light knows that he has to hurry before he dies, and he simply moves, bending a little and draping Ishida's arm over his shoulders. Easing him up, he supports him and says quietly, careful not to aggravate his injuries*
Stop talking, and stop resisting. We're going to get you looked at.
COMMENTO IS SO HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME?anti_buttonsNovember 28 2007, 05:45:15 UTC
[ Would resist, would, would say shit, damn it, this isn't anything. But he's sweating, and shaking, and his body is rejecting this, and taking his mind for the ride. His head lolls back as the other man takes control, neck letting it fall, his eyes finding the sky but looking past it, into Kurotsuchi Mayuri and the way estomago had shattered in the octava's too long nails, the way Orihime had looked the last time he'd seen her, not in the City but in school, the way her hair never fell in her face and her eyes looked at Kurosaki. He thinks he's breathing, but he's also thinking of Mayuri and Kurotsuchi-san's silent presence, and the way the shinigami captain dismissed him, and his muscles seize -- teeth gritting ]
Damn it.
[ It's not even a whisper. His mouth barely moved. ]
COMMENTO IS SO MY LONELINESS IS KILLIN' ME~onetruejusticeNovember 28 2007, 05:48:09 UTC
*Light doesn't here, intent on getting him to the hospital as soon as possible, holding on to him tight enough not to let him slip, but not enough to aggravate those wounds. He's nearing the Hospital; it's barely a hundred meters away now, and he says*
COMMENTO IS SO CRAWLING IN MY SKINanti_buttonsNovember 28 2007, 06:08:24 UTC
[ Ishida cannot see the hospital, cannot see very clearly though his classes are on, if sliding a little down his nose, in the sweat. He doesn't say anything to Light's words, only just conscious of his eyes closing, but there's something about defeat behind those lids in the darkness that forces them open again before he can begin to dream. ]
COMMENTO IS SO TOXIConetruejusticeNovember 28 2007, 06:16:50 UTC
*He secretly muses that he's been doing plenty of rescuing lately, but he continues, a few steps left to the entrance. Supporting him carefully, glancing at him, he wonders at who is capable of doing something like this to him*
COMMENTO IS SO TOXICanti_buttonsNovember 28 2007, 06:19:10 UTC
[ He has been fighting it, searching for the calm, for a focus of mind over body once again, fleetingly lost. Pain, yes, but his eyes focus on the entrance, and Ishida glances, his head still not quite upright, at Light ]
I've noticed. ... This is kind of you, Yagami-san.
[ He sounds calm, detached, even as his words are necessarily weak ]
MUAHAHAHAH COMMENTOTIEMSonetruejusticeNovember 28 2007, 06:25:40 UTC
*Stepping in through the doors, he gestures for the nurses and paramedics to bring in the gurneys even as he responded* You can thank me later. Take a rest, they'll handle everything.
*The gurney arrives, and the paramedics move to help Ishida onto it, barking their own orders. He nods at Ishida before he turns to a nurse, quietly instructing*
Inform Ishida Ryuuken that his son is seriously wounded.
COMMENTOTIEMS AND CACKLING TOOanti_buttonsNovember 28 2007, 06:29:43 UTC
[ He would be amused, and nearly smirks, watching the proceedings as if through a screen ] Assuming I'd thank you? That --
[ But his argument, the small, niggling thing, his little critique to say I know better than to look at the surface, is shaken loose as the paramedics approach. How -- annoying, humiliating, an instinctive recoil, hospital, and -- comprehensions flashes across his strained, pale face, at the name ]
My fa -- Ryuuken? I don't want --
[ But the paramedics! Are rather stronger than he is, there are more of them, and he is weak, and the movement into the gurney is enough to make the blood-bile rise, his gut clench, make him choke on his bitten back scream. ]
COMMENTTIEMS IS EVILLLLLLLLonetruejusticeNovember 28 2007, 06:33:17 UTC
*He shakes his head and smiles, just a little. How stubborn he still was, and how he still hadn't changed. Watching Ishida's reaction to the mention of his father interestedly, he nods at the nurse, who leaves in the direction of the offices.
He tells the paramedics not to jostle him too much, and he waits to see if Ishida Uryuu's father is as callous as they say*
LOOK DADDY'S HERE.elquincypasadoNovember 28 2007, 06:43:10 UTC
*Upon hearing the news that Uryuu's seriously wounded and musing at the thought that he would come here of all places, Ryuuken steps out of the elevator. Unwilling to admit that he's worried, simply because Uryuu is foolish enough to get hurt like this - Ryuuken catches up to where the paramedics were rushing him to the operating theatre, pausing, just for a brief moment, at his blood soaked son.
And he wonders, just briefly, if any father could take seeing this and not be worried at all. That foolish, foolish son of his.*
Striding over to him, it didn't take long to see that there was a problem. All that blood, and all of it looked like his. He wears the mask of concern so perfectly, so seamlessly as he approaches.]
Ishida!
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It is difficult to focus on the one who addresses him, to identify the voice, but he is determined to retain something. ]
ah, ... Yagami-san?
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Let's get you to the hospital.
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Not the hospital.
[ After all, Ryuuken, as ever, directed. ]
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You can argue with me when you get enough strength to, now let's go.
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I've plenty of strength, I'm quite --
[ Woops, and his concentration on the spirit threads falters, and Ishida's knees buckle as his gut, abdomen seizes, muscles spazzing as blood travels up his throat again, spilling, so he chokes before he can gag it properly out, a black puddle on the sidewalk.
Gasping, he can't even think to wipe his mouth, not yet, it hurts. Damn it, damn it. He tries to say it, but can't. ]
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Stop talking, and stop resisting. We're going to get you looked at.
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Damn it.
[ It's not even a whisper. His mouth barely moved. ]
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We'll be there soon.
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We're here.
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I've noticed. ... This is kind of you, Yagami-san.
[ He sounds calm, detached, even as his words are necessarily weak ]
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*The gurney arrives, and the paramedics move to help Ishida onto it, barking their own orders. He nods at Ishida before he turns to a nurse, quietly instructing*
Inform Ishida Ryuuken that his son is seriously wounded.
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[ But his argument, the small, niggling thing, his little critique to say I know better than to look at the surface, is shaken loose as the paramedics approach. How -- annoying, humiliating, an instinctive recoil, hospital, and -- comprehensions flashes across his strained, pale face, at the name ]
My fa -- Ryuuken? I don't want --
[ But the paramedics! Are rather stronger than he is, there are more of them, and he is weak, and the movement into the gurney is enough to make the blood-bile rise, his gut clench, make him choke on his bitten back scream. ]
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He tells the paramedics not to jostle him too much, and he waits to see if Ishida Uryuu's father is as callous as they say*
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And he wonders, just briefly, if any father could take seeing this and not be worried at all. That foolish, foolish son of his.*
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