Picking Up The Pieces

[verlorenscasket]

Characters: Frau verlorenscasket, Yuca neverquitedies
When: Sometime after the completion of this event
Where:Wherever it was that Frau and Killua fought.
Rating: Gonna go with R for excessive gore/sensitive material
Summary: Yuca finds Frau after his fight with Killua and he seems a bit worse for wear.

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[neverquitedies]

Yuca heard the scream and ignored it. He had better things to do than to help people who got themselves into trouble. Quietly, he hummed to himself, as if that could drown out the agonized sounds of pain, reaching up on his tiptoes to pick one of the apples from the tree that he'd been harvesting recently. A good, solid apple- but when he turned it over, there was a patch of rot set deeply into the fruit. Yuca frowned, discarding it when the sound game again. Pain, agony. He recognized those sounds, and what's more- he finally recognized the voice

[verlorenscasket]

The body parts were his, certainly, but not the blood. He had done a fair number to Killua before he faltered and was beat to hell and back. The memories of the fight were jumbled, fast, uncertain. Yet he still could not lose consciousness. He willed for it, wanting the pain to at least pause until maybe someone came to find him. But no, it wasn't working. If he had the strength to knock himself out he would. He tried raising his head but it only brought forth another scream.

Then someone was next to him, checking for a pulse. He wouldn't find one. He would never find one. Carefully, slowly, he turned his head just a bit to see that it was Yuca. His voice sounded far away. Maybe he was going to pass out. Thank god...

"Yeah." He croaked.

[neverquitedies]

"Frau- what happened to you?"

He tipped his head to look at the detached limbs, the holes in Frau's chest, swallowing hard and pulling his hand back when he couldn't find a pulse.

"You- the clinic. I'll get you to the clinic."

[verlorenscasket]

"Killua." He seemed to roll the words around in his mouth a little bit before getting them out, "Tried to stop him."

Talking was rather painful at the moment. But then again, so was being. He couldn't nod. That would move too much of his body. He could barely feel his attached arm to even think to use it to sign to Yuca. This was too much. Note to self: Don't do this again.

"Kay."

He didn't exactly have the time to worry about who would think what depending on where he was taken. Nor the choice. Yuca didn't look that strong and he was a kind of big man.