NIGHTSHIFT 28: M31-M40 HALLWAY

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(From here.)

Artemis poked his head into Farfarello's room, and seeing that there wasn't anything waiting for him, entered. "Right," He stopped in the middle of the room and turned, "Where do we start?"

Why did the room suddenly feel like it was the size of a matchbox?

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[daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com]

"Like I could stop you," he mumbled into his pillow. Surely he could be forgiven one last, sulky mumble, right?

Especially since now he would have to move. He pushed himself onto his side enough to take the pills, swallowing them quickly. Did he mention he hated doing that? Unfortunately, though the t-shirt may have been shredded, the hoodie was made of stronger material and had mostly just slid with the claws during the attack, so it would have to come off before Yohji could get at the wounds. Which meant sitting up. None of which he really wanted to do right now.

Any help Yohji might feel like offering would be appreciated. Not that Omi was going to ask for it yet.

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"Exactly," Yohji replied cheerfully as he perched on the edge of the bed and reached for the antiseptic cream. Wasn't as good as a spray, but it would have to do. He wasn't about to bitch about the quality of the stuff, he was just glad to have it.

"Hey, you need some help sitting up?" he asked quietly, leaning in so only Omi could hear him. He wasn't certain how bad the wounds were, but he'd certainly seemed in a lot of paind earlier.

[daddyslilkiller.livejournal.com]

He nodded, hoping Yohji could pick up the movement despite the dim light. Sometimes, like now, it really felt like he was just a liability to the rest of Weiss here. They were always protecting him, and either getting hurt, like Aya, or taking care of him, like now.

Combined with where his thoughts had been slowly heading before Yohji returned, it all felt almost too much to deal with, and he wasn't quite sure why. He rubbed at his eyes, starting to push himself up. "I'm sorry, Yohji-kun."

[never-learns.livejournal.com]

Thankfully, Yohji did pick up the movement and leaned forwards to help the younger man sit up as carefully as he could, not wanting to jar any of the wounds that he'd sustained.

He blinked in surprise at the apology, giving Omi a bemused look. "What for?"