[The feed comes on to a rather pale and ill-looking Hayato. He's got dark circles under his eyes, his breathing is shallow, and it appears he having a difficult time just getting the energy to talk. The blackberry seems to tremble as he's having a difficult time holding it]
Oi... I was just wonderin' if...
[He looks off to the side for a moment,
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What happened?!
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Fuck off.
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Uh... sure... [He's looking at the readings and pointedly NOT budging as he frowns.] D'you know... your injuries look a lot like someone else I've come across this week. Not that you care.
[he changing the setting on the screw driver and still not moving away] But you'll have to wait a minute-I'm supposed to be meeting with a friend here- should be out of your hair in five minutes tops- though you're probably a bit disoriented and don't have a good grasp of time at the moment so it'll probably be more like thirty to you- though realistically speaking it could be forty five.
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[Hayato forces himself on his side, wincing in pain. He pulls out a stick of dynamite from his pocket, then his his lighter.]
Listen fucker you get the hell away from me, or god fuckin' help me I'll fucking make you.
[He tries to force himself up, completely ignoring the pain, and flicks his light open. He's not just playing.]
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I want you to think about what you're doing- you're heavily medicated, holding a stick of dynamite and a lighter. I'm completely unarmed except for a small screwdriver, so-Oh Hello!
[he turns to face Light as he approaches- hands still in the air.] Good-I just didn't think it was a good idea to leave him like that.
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[And having pushed himself too much, his already shaky arm gives out and he slips, hitting his head on the ground. He groans in pain and clutches his spinning head as he breaks out into a cold sweat. His breath is shallow and quick and he bites his lip to try and keep himself awake. He vaguely aware of the new presence and begins frantically fumbling for his dynamite again]
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Right. Rest assured, I'll be sure to call for help if his condition worsens. But actually, I'd like to speak to you about something I overheard on the way here. You mentioned seeing another injury? Obviously [Subtly gesturing to Gokudera] this isn't the time, but after you leave, we can communicate by text. I'll keep in touch. There's no sense in aggravating the already injured.
[Turning his attention fully to Hayato now. His tone is distinctly unimpressed. Probably easily recognizable.]
Gokudera, it's Light.
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Yeah- good idea. But obviously, you shouldn't call me if my being here puts him at grater risk- probably best to call whoever bandaged him.
[Sorry Light, the Doctor talks a lot.]
Text? But that's so... secretive. I have a better idea- why don't I just point you in the direction of the injured party? They'd know what happened better than I would.
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[His voice is unusually high pitched from the stress and strain... and to top it off there's that tone. He's getting reprimanded on all sides, but there's nothing else he can do. He just lets himself fall limp, panting heavily trying to catch his breath after overexerting himself so.]
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I'd be grateful for that, thanks.
[It's almost impressive how despite the injury, Gokudera still has the energy to maintain that attitude of this.]
Surely it couldn't be to see how you're doing?
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It was a girl- Saguru's friend. The short one, with the hair, and the temper- what was her name?
[He smacks his own forehead to clear out several thoughts. Too many names.]
Bit older than she looks-and-ah! Yes! Aoko. The.. loud one.
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I'm... leaving. F-fuck.... fuck you both.
[Unfortunately Hayato begins to teeter, and his arms buckle as he's about to fall over onto what's left of his left leg]
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The only person that will be leaving is the Doctor. [Very pointedly.] I'll handle it from here.
[As he ducks under Gokudera's arm to get it over his shoulders:] Don't be an idiot.
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