[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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