"Sorry? What are you apologizing for? How were we supposed to know there was an axe-crazy NEXT with invisibility and illusions and knives that kept being hurled all over the place?!" His anxiety was turning simple words into rants to let off his pent-up anger and fear. This was not how it was supposed to be. They were trained Heroes and they were bested so royally by one criminal.
And all this blood... It would have been one thing to have personnel standing around like always, ready to assist if someone was gravely injured, but they were all by themselves now. There wasn't any back up and if Wild Tiger wanted to save his partner, he needed to stop fretting and start doing.
"Uh, okay I need to ehh--Stop the bleeding, hang on!" The older man flung himself toward cabinets and counters, pulling things left and right out onto the floor to find what he needed. There were disinfectant wipes, which he put on the table beside Barnaby while he searched for--
"Aha!" They had gowns! Of course, they were full of lead, but that was rectified by frantic, adrenaline-fueled ripping that separated seams until all he had was cloth. Clean cloth. Staggering back up on his feet, he grabbed the wipes and loomed over the blond, his face a portrait of concern even as he tried to hide it so Barnaby didn't grow nervous.
"Okay, now I just need to--" Kotetsu couldn't even finish his thoughts his mind was racing so fast, trying to do everything as calmly and logically as possible. First things first, he needed to get the fabric away from the wound. Lifting up his leg as far as dared, Wild Tiger took hold of the ripped seams and, in one experienced stroke, ripped it apart, and the blood... The blood just flowed onto the table, no longer constrained by his pants. Nervously, he used the gown to soak it up while he ripped apart his right pants leg. What it revealed was about as jarring as the wound.
His partner's thigh held no jagged scar any longer from the incident with Maverick. It was completely gone and there were no signs of it having ever existed in the first place. Bewildered, he ran a rough hand across the smooth skin, looking for any trace, any clue.
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And all this blood... It would have been one thing to have personnel standing around like always, ready to assist if someone was gravely injured, but they were all by themselves now. There wasn't any back up and if Wild Tiger wanted to save his partner, he needed to stop fretting and start doing.
"Uh, okay I need to ehh--Stop the bleeding, hang on!" The older man flung himself toward cabinets and counters, pulling things left and right out onto the floor to find what he needed. There were disinfectant wipes, which he put on the table beside Barnaby while he searched for--
"Aha!" They had gowns! Of course, they were full of lead, but that was rectified by frantic, adrenaline-fueled ripping that separated seams until all he had was cloth. Clean cloth. Staggering back up on his feet, he grabbed the wipes and loomed over the blond, his face a portrait of concern even as he tried to hide it so Barnaby didn't grow nervous.
"Okay, now I just need to--" Kotetsu couldn't even finish his thoughts his mind was racing so fast, trying to do everything as calmly and logically as possible. First things first, he needed to get the fabric away from the wound. Lifting up his leg as far as dared, Wild Tiger took hold of the ripped seams and, in one experienced stroke, ripped it apart, and the blood... The blood just flowed onto the table, no longer constrained by his pants. Nervously, he used the gown to soak it up while he ripped apart his right pants leg. What it revealed was about as jarring as the wound.
His partner's thigh held no jagged scar any longer from the incident with Maverick. It was completely gone and there were no signs of it having ever existed in the first place. Bewildered, he ran a rough hand across the smooth skin, looking for any trace, any clue.