ext_202015 ([identity profile] not-rly-fai.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2008-03-11 05:30 am (UTC)

[[ok i lied...]]

The drug had started taking effect and Yuuhi would have been perfectly happy to sleep the remainder of the night away, but it'd only been a few minutes when he felt a stabbing pain in his chest and opened a pair of groggy eyes. It took a moment to focus them and realize that it hurt so much because he was being moved again. He didn't want to sit up, he just wanted to lay down on his stomach with his face down in a pillow and sleep.

His fingers curled around Kurogane's wrist for support as another coughed wracked his body. He turned his head, but there was still plenty of blood. He spit, trying to rid his mouth of it, but it dribbled down in a thin line from the side of his mouth. The drugs dulled the pain, but addled his system, weakened his defenses. He shouldn't be trying so hard to survive, he ought to be glad to finally be released. He'd put himself in harm's way before, but never like this.

"I'm... scared," he admitted, brows knit together. He was broken in so many ways already. His hold on Kuro's wrist went slack and dropped to his side.

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