[someone's nice white shirt is stained in blood that isn't his, and he's currently staggering off to the infirmary, glad that he knows the way at least. In his arms is Lelouch; bloody and messy and probably not very conscious-- if at all. Gritting his teeth, and halfway there, he shifted the lump in his arms, and fiddled with his gadget, cursing at
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Nii-san! What... Who... who did this... why is nii-san...
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Don't know how.
[works on getting Lelouch spread out a bit, and hisses quietly.]
I don't know how to set up an IV. Do you?
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I... I'll do it...
[swallows hard, gathering the items and bringing them to the table. he ties off Lelouch's arm, and sets up the IV as best as he can with shaky hands]
Go... go get some blood from the fridge over there. Ah... o-one marked... shit, I can't, nii-san... One marked "A".
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This one?
[pauses, and then grips Rolo's shoulder with a bloody hand, making him look back.]
Rolo. Stop. Lelouch will be fine. Don't be stupid and rush.
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[takes a deep breath, taking the bag and hanging it next to the IV. he threads the tubing and connects it to the IV, watching tensely as it begins to drip]
N-now... [takes another deep breath] A-alcohol. Cotton swabs, bandages... a-ah... a wet rag. But! N-not a rough one... Something soft...
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It's... it's as if someone... with claws... Nii-san...
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[quiet, handing him another cloth when that one is too dirty]
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H-his face... nii-san's... nii-san's arms, a-and his neck... even... h-his lips... God, nii-san, I can't...
[shakes, taking the bandages as he carefully tries to patch Lelouch up]
Ff... fuck, nii-san...
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