[ 5 ] voice; Japanese
There's someone-
[She turns the communicator on almost mid sentence, mid breath. Heavy footsteps can be heard.]
I- [She tries to speak or ask for help but the words don't come out. She takes a sharp breath and breathes out scared. The footsteps are heard to come closer and she seems to start running, crying out over her shoulder:] Please, stop ( Read more... )
[She turns the communicator on almost mid sentence, mid breath. Heavy footsteps can be heard.]
I- [She tries to speak or ask for help but the words don't come out. She takes a sharp breath and breathes out scared. The footsteps are heard to come closer and she seems to start running, crying out over her shoulder:] Please, stop ( Read more... )
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It's okay. [With a shaky breath.] Don't worry.
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[...] I think I need a doctor. My arm...
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[Better believe he's on his way. There's no way he's leaving her out there in that condition, with who knows what lurking the streets.]
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Ingles. Near the intersection. There's a department store...
[She won't argue with that. Her injuries won't kill her, but to say she's in pain and scared would be an understatement.]
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...Fuuka!
[Minato runs to the girl, examining her from afar until he reaches her and can get a better look. Who would ever do this to somebody like Fuuka? With her small frame and timid personality... He reaches gentle hands out to his friend, wanting to help her be steady if he can. If Fuuka would allow, Minato would pick her up, and carry her someplace safe.]
Is anything broken?
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At his question, she glances to her arm.] I don't think it's broken...
[Her voice quiet and pained. Not broken. But it hurts like you wouldn't believe, especially with the adrenaline fading. She avoids looking at Minato, looking everywhere else, instead. Grateful, glad to see him, relieved to see him-but embarrassed, too, oddly.]
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Your- [Minato looks down at Fuuka's shoulder, eyes widening at the condition of her arm. He'd dealt with dislocated arms before... The first time he did it, he had to slam his own arm back into place on the corner of a wall. Now he contemplated giving her something to bite on so he could pop hers back into the socket. Discedo was definitely not kind...]
...Do you want me to do it for you?
[A kind offer, if not a bit morbid. He would do it for anyone close to him. His hand clasps her other shoulder gently, protectively, drawing her in closer. He was more than happy to have her there, safe in his arms that way, but he hardly had ( ... )
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[She feels shameful, really, even as she allows herself to be comforted, flushing a little. She had a crush on him, once, one she carefully and quietly got over-but even without that, Minato-kun is, after all, a boy. And Fuuka is, after all, shy. How stupid, that there's that embarrassment in this, too. But she's shaken enough that she takes the comfort, appreciates it.] I'm sorry.
[For getting hurt. For not being more careful. For being embarrassed. For not knowing how to take care of myself. For being scared. She trembles slightly, against her will.]
P-please, if you can... [She tries to move her arm, to indicate what she means. Actually saying it is... She feels like a
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[With a slight nod, Minato starts to ease off his jacket. He clenches his jaw and sighs as he twists a sleeve and offers it to her, just in case.]
Bite it if you have to.
[He's almost not sure how to handle this. Sure, he could do it, but this was a girl. A girl he used to like no less- he doesn't want to hurt her, but that would be difficult. He didn't exactly do it to himself the proper way, but he'd since learned to do it correctly. Carefully he grips her arm and raises it very slowly, elbow out to the side. He waits for her to bite down if she needs to, since he isn't sure if she's ever dislocated an arm before, then takes her wrist and starts to bring her hand round behind her neck to her other shoulder. He pushes it as gently as he can until there's a loud pop. He closes his eyes, furrowing and frowning. He hopes he did that correctly, he already knows it wasn't quite right to do it standing. He should have had her lay down first.]
It's okay, Fuuka... That was brave of you. ... ( ... )
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She cries out, or tries to, around the cloth, her left hand going up to her face, palm over her mouth and the sleeve, when he does it. It's a quiet sound only because of the difficulty of screaming with a gag, but it hurts, it hurts, and he's exactly right to think she's never had this happen before.
She's breathing hard and then nods at his question, without much conviction. Takes the sleeve away, a little embarrassed by it's wetness, tries to wipe her face-eyes-with her palm. Her arm hurts, burns, and it doesn't seem to be fading... but it's a different pain, at least, and she takes that as a good sign. She speaks shakily.]
I'm okay. I- [And now she is crying, just a bit, leaning into him without ( ... )
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Fuuka... I'm so sorry this happened to you.
[He's worried about sounding as if he's babying her, but she was standing there, being as brave as she could, and he felt proud of her for that. Maybe he'd even bother to tell her sometime... This was a lot to have to deal with in a place that should have been normal. Living there was like being in the Dark Hour all the time... Only you know it's outside. And it does a lot to you to know that these things happen everywhere, all the time. In the mean time, Minato lets her cry it out.]
I was scared, too... But you're alright now. I'm taking you to the hospital, alright? You'll be safe there.
[He moves back around beside her, reluctantly, and readies himself to pick her up into his arms. He thinks about what he just said to ( ... )
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She's not paying attention, really, trying to be trying to calm down more than that, put up a strong front, not look like an idiot in front of Minato-kun-thinking like that. Forcing herself to calm down, misplaced though that may be. I can do this. They've been hurt so many times-and she'd seen it each time-I can (be brave) do this, too. Her posture stiffens a little when she realizes she's going to pick her up again, out of embarrassment, really, but relaxes at his words.
She glances up at him as he says it, wiping her eyes, trying to imagine-leader, you know, someone this... or it's a false reassurance, but...]
...I- [I what. I'm scared? I'm sorry? I'm upset ( ... )
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