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[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[here comes this near-voiceless boy stumbling and wobbling through the dressing room. with his eyes wide and his chest heaving, he's definitely worse for wear, emaciated and covered from his chest down to his knees in blood. his vision is dizzy and he's not up much longer, collapsing to his knees, and then his side.]

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[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[oh god, he remembers this one was one of his friends, so he scrambles over]

Y-you ok-kay?

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

N-need to ... need to ...

[sucks in a breath through clenched teeth, lurching forward with his eyes rolling back a little before he catches himself.]

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

N-need?

[tries to keep the other steady, not caring if he gets blood on him]

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[he might get a lot more than what's soaking that shirt if Roxas keeps lurching like that, gagging and hissing.]

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[he's not going to leave his friend despite that]

C-come on. L-let's ge'you s-someplace t'lie down. N'some m-m-medicine.

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

No medicine-- not medicine, don't give me med-tchh..

[suddenly scrambles half away from him in time to spill the contents of his stomach-- all blood, just pure blood all over the floor.]

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

K-kay. P-please lie down though

[goes to pat his back as soothingly as possible. He doesn't want to freak out, but this is seriously scaring him now]

[inanimating.livejournal.com]

[quick on his feet to grab him, not caring that he'll be stained. his hands go towards the blood, trying to find the wound...]

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[--but there is none. absolutely nothing except that trickle from the corner of his mouth.]

R-rik-

[inanimating.livejournal.com]

[... and that's when his eyes go wide and he looks at him, pleading for him to trust him. if it's internal bleeding...]

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[it all looks so violently horrible, like this kid might die, and then he's scrambling to get away from Riku on his last bit of consciousness.]

[inanimating.livejournal.com]

[damn it, if he could only talk... he tries to pull him up into his arms, to set him down somewhere.]

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[already heaving, there's not much left he can do besides throw up wherever he lands, blood all over.]

[brimstoner.livejournal.com]

[someone's watching attentively.]

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[just shivers and whimpers, rasped encouragement lost in mindless babble.]

[brimstoner.livejournal.com]

I didn't think I'd have to be put to work so soon.

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[the voice makes him jolt, newfound energy brought to him enough to pull along the floor with both arms, worming to his best ability to get to the kitchen.]

[brimstoner.livejournal.com]

[just watches, chin in his hand. after all, he's not death, only the final step.]

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[he's just terrified that this is him and all the dressing room business was just some kind of disgustingly sweet dream he'd been having while put under. maybe this was a limbo, too, maybe he came here in the end. all this is flying through his head while he concentrates on getting from point A to point B for food.]

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

[and though he's shaking a little, he gives him a glare]

D-don't h-hurt him kay?

[brimstoner.livejournal.com]

[such treatment. he's relishing in it.]

Take it easy, I'm not an interloper.

[cellblocked.livejournal.com]

K-kay. C-can you h-help him? P-p-please?

[untruly.livejournal.com]

...Shit. Shit, kid, what--

[sighs and swaggers over to help]

[minusfaith.livejournal.com]

[he knows who it is-- he can tell by the smell of his clothes, and despite how scared he may be, he's scrambling to latch onto him with tears pouring down his face.]

G-got lost in a .. maze, three days I--I'm so hungry, can we please g-got o the kitchen...?

[untruly.livejournal.com]

[kind of disgusted by the blood, but he helps support the kid, brushing back his hair, tugging him over to the kitchen]