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[There is a Sora lying unconscious in this hall, a pool of blood steadily growing around him. His face is bruised, and there's blood on the cell phone dropped close to one hand, as well as congealing on both walls closest to him. One of the walls has a hole in it, with a bloody arrow tossed nearby. There's another arrow shot through his right shoulder, and another pinning down his left hand. A gruesome-looking hole in his right hand explains where that other arrow had gone.

He hasn't bled out yet, but it's more than a possibility at this point. The one who attacked him has a chance of returning to finish the job, as well. The phone is active, as he managed to send out a call to one of the pre-programmed numbers in it at random before passing out.]

[ooc: Follow-up from this thread, which involves more blood and some eye squick. Read the last comments if you dare.]

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[And suddenly, quick as lightning, there's a Riku at his side, one hand to his neck and the other moving to peel back an eyelid. She's not saying anything other than his name to try and get him to come around, already alert and assessing the situation.]

[He's still alive, definitely. His eyes are rolled back in his head, and if he were awake he'd be flinching horribly. What can be seen of his pupils seem to be reacting to the light. She'll be able to feel a steady but slow pulse, even if he doesn't stir. There's still the scent of a portal recently opened, though not even the Dusks from before are present.]

[Okay. First thing's first. She can't cure him when he's a pincushion for arrows, so she's removing those. The one in his hand first, then the shoulder. Carefully, of course, and immediately after they're removed she'll cast strong cure magic on him.]

[He's stirring in the middle of her removing the arrows, a sob catching in his throat before he's hit by the magic. Immediately afterward he's rolling to the side to throw up, bright red blood splashing across the floor before he wilts. His wounds have stopped bleeding at least, but he's still in shock and doesn't want to move.]

[She jerks back in horror, then places one hand on him carefully.]

Sora? Can you hear me?

Riku?

[He's pale, but breathing easier than when she first found him. He isn't looking up, or even moving.]

Yeah. It's me. Can you move?

[She's staying calm at least, which isn't something everyone could manage. Why is he puking blood?]

Don't really... want to.

[The punch to his gut from that metal fist he took earlier was enough force to cause some internal bleeding. Her cure was strong enough to take care of most of that too, but he's still feeling tender and is going to avoid making any fast movements.]

[She would love to know about that.]

I know. But I have to get you out of here so I can take care of you. Who did this?

[He's going to carefully turn back toward her, keeping an arm protectively over his stomach. He's rolled in his own blood, and the scent is making him nauseous. The holes in his hands from the arrows look to be trying to close, with shiny red skin stretched thinly across. He's not flexing them if he can help it.]

I don't know. He... had a black coat. Black and gray hair. He made the whole.. hallway go dark.

[The wounds in his hands reopening are not the highest on her priorities right now.]

Xigbar...?

[The coat, the hair... That sounds like him. But why did the hall go dark?]

Come on. We need to get you out of here.

[He starts to sit up, only to gasp and lay flat again, his face going paler when he tries to bend.]

I need help... His arm was... metal.

[She stares at him for a moment, then forces her arms under him and braces her legs against the ground.]

This is going to hurt. Bear with it.

[He does what he can to help, so long as it doesn't require him to tense the muscles in his abdomen more than he already has. He makes a noise in the back of his throat at the blood she's getting on her, then throws an arm over her shoulder, clenching his eyes shut tightly.]

R-ready, Riku.

[No, he's not.]

[She doesn't care about any blood, and she knows he's not ready, but she lifts him up anyway, pulling herself to her feet in one smooth, quick motion. Immediately she starts carrying him toward the nearest bathroom, keeping her senses focused on their surroundings.]

[That's good, because after a loud whimper when she lifted, he's going to be turning toward her as much as he can in order to hide his face against the closest part of her. Everything he just experienced is starting to crash down on him now and there's tears, but it's okay as long as she doesn't see them.]

[As if Riku would think anything of them. Anything bad, anyway. She can understand tears of pain and stress. She's having a little difficulty carrying him, but not much, and she makes it to a couch some distance away and sets him on it very carefully.]

Stay here.

[She's still Riku. His eyes are red-rimmed but his face is still pale, and he rubs a hand carefully over them once he's set down. The couch is much better than the floor, but he looks anxious about the idea of being left alone.]

I d-don't think that's a... a problem.

[She's not exactly comfortable with leaving, and leans over the couch after a moment of hesitation, feeling his stomach with the hand not keeping her balanced.]

[He'll wince if she puts much pressure there, and after a moment he tugs the bottom of his shirt up slowly. Beneath his shirt is an impressive array of color, the darkest parts of the bruising showing distinctly enough where each finger and knuckle of that metal fist drove into him. He's not looking.]

It's not.. Too bad, right? Riku?

[If he's looking at her face he might be disappointed, because that grimace isn't very reassuring. She doesn't answer right away, but shakes her head.]

I've seen worse...

[No, his eyes are closed. He doesn't open them again until he's pulled his shirt back down. Sora doesn't think her voice was very reassuring, but he's very carefully not thinking about why that would be.]

I'm cold. Is there a blanket...?

Back of the couch.

[Please don't die on her, Sora. She couldn't handle that. She pushes some of his hair back, then places a hand on his covered stomach and casts another concentrated cure. If he's sick that's okay, but this is the most anyone can do anyway. There aren't any surgeons in the DR.]

[He can't help but flinch when her hand goes anywhere near his face. Sora gasps as the cure hits him, but he thankfully doesn't follow it with another round of blood thrown up. He looks somewhat better, lines of pain easing from his face, though he's still pale from loss of blood and shock. Sora actually looks a little sleepy and like he can relax after he's hit with the spell. That he's able to talk in fuller sentences now should be reassuring.]

Wish you knew that trick back home.

[She breathes a laugh, more forced than humor, and checks out his shoulder next.]

Your Riku doesn't know magic?