[semi-closed?]
Characters: Tsuna, Enma and later Yamamoto, Gokudera and Reborn perhaps? Maybe some doctors later
Location: Some quiet street not too far from the Casualty Communal
Rating: PG-13 at the most?
Time: Shortly after being attacked by Gamzee
Description: Tsuna gets stabbed, his boyfriend Enma finds him bleeding out on the streets and doesn't take it very well.
Blood dripped from his fingers, staining the pavement as he limped down the streets, stumbling around unsteadily. It was too dark for him to see where he was going properly and the pain clouded his mind. He wasn't even sure where he was going anymore. He was so tired. Every step was almost agonizing to take. Deciding a moment of rest wouldn't hurt, he turned into a small alley, leaving a bloody hand print on the wall as he used it as a prop to slowly lower himself to the ground.
His breathing hitched as he pulled at the wound on his stomach and he gritted his teeth, pressing his palm back against it to stop the blood from flowing. The edges of his vision began to fade in and out, despite his attempts to stay awake. Stay awake and--get home. No. Hospital.
The hospital would help right?
Right.
He would get there, tell his friends that he was okay(as soon as he found his communicator. It wasn't in his pockets so he must have dropped it somewhere when he had fled). Just right after he rested for a bit.
Location: Some quiet street not too far from the Casualty Communal
Rating: PG-13 at the most?
Time: Shortly after being attacked by Gamzee
Description: Tsuna gets stabbed, his boyfriend Enma finds him bleeding out on the streets and doesn't take it very well.
Blood dripped from his fingers, staining the pavement as he limped down the streets, stumbling around unsteadily. It was too dark for him to see where he was going properly and the pain clouded his mind. He wasn't even sure where he was going anymore. He was so tired. Every step was almost agonizing to take. Deciding a moment of rest wouldn't hurt, he turned into a small alley, leaving a bloody hand print on the wall as he used it as a prop to slowly lower himself to the ground.
His breathing hitched as he pulled at the wound on his stomach and he gritted his teeth, pressing his palm back against it to stop the blood from flowing. The edges of his vision began to fade in and out, despite his attempts to stay awake. Stay awake and--get home. No. Hospital.
The hospital would help right?
Right.
He would get there, tell his friends that he was okay(as soon as he found his communicator. It wasn't in his pockets so he must have dropped it somewhere when he had fled). Just right after he rested for a bit.