003 ☆ Video
[A mess of wild, unkempt brown hair can be seen cascaded over a tanned, dirtied and bruised face. The direction of the feed is strange and awkwardly angled; the fragmented remains of green and white armor, and shredded black giving way to an equally bruised and burnt chest appear alarming. The barely distinguishable sand the body rests on and the
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This seems almost too much to hope for - and he had hoped, but he's not about to admit that. Losing him had been --
well, he has more important things to think about, thankfully, because he'd rather not think about losing anyone.
He finds the park and is quick to spot Kotetsu, sprinting to his side.]
What - what happened to you? [Crouching at his side, he stares for a moment. Kotetsu is in a worse state than he's ever seen him, and panic seizes him and suddenly his chest is so tight he can barely breathe. But hysterics are hardly going to help, so he sets his jaw and tries to focus on what needs to be done.]
I'm taking you to hospital. [Because he's no medic, and although he's hesitant to go lifting him, he really can't waste time - not with his Hundred Power ticking away. So he sets about putting his arms beneath him to hoist him up.]
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[The video cuts out before he can get a word in edgewise, but it's comforting enough knowing that his partner already knows where he is.
He knows that Barnaby won't waste any time getting there, and will be there in no time at all, but that doesn't change the fact that he's drifting off where he sits regardless. If anything, it makes him feel safer, makes him feel like things will be alright after all, and that relaxes him and eases his pain to a surprising degree.
He's hardly aware of when his partner arrives and crouches down next to him, but it couldn't have been more than five minutes, the telltale glow of the Hundred Power still outlining his figure and irises.
The blue does nothing to hide the worry; does nothing to mask it in his voice either. From his slouched position on the swing he's seated on, he tilts his head and offers a warm smile. Unfortunately, it doesn't reach his eyes, which are hardened with a grim, serious glint.]
Now's not the best time to talk about this.
[He perks up at the mention of the hospital, and mutters a mantra of "ow"s as he's lifted, and it's all he can do to grasp tightly to his partner's jacket and squeeze, the action painful.]
Bunny, no hospitals! [He takes a moment to crack an eye open, and swallow.] Judge Petrov's around here somewhere and - [He stops, and pleads in a tiny, exhausted voice.] - can't we just go home?
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-- you better not scuff the leather. [He says, for the sake of it more than anything else. What's important is getting Kotetsu to help - proper help. Which isn't going to happen here. Which is why Kotetsu's argument earns him a confused stare, something which asks, quite plainly, are you out of your stupid mind old man did you fall and hit your head?
He keeps the words to himself though, shaking his head.] You need a doctor. Don't be stupid. [His brow furrows at the mention of Judge Petrov but he looks up for the other man anyway, already beginning to stand with Kotetsu in his arms.]
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Upon ending his phone call with the Chief Prosecutor (which turned out to be something that could have waited until he returned from his lunch break), he returns to the swing-set to see Barnaby Brooks Jr. holding his partner princess style.]
Mr. Brooks, is carrying your partner in that fashion the best idea when you don't know the extent of his injuries?
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