ext_201939 ([identity profile] mitase.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2008-11-14 07:47 am (UTC)

[running in from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/497998.html?thread=40632910#t40632910)]

Before he'd reached the top of the stairway Hanatarou had heard the shouting from the hallway and the second call for help, and was moving as quickly as he possibly could. And yet, even as he burst through the door and staggered a few steps to regain his balance (wincing slightly at the pain from his very-recently-bruised leg) he knew that it was already too late.

The healer flinched at Artemis' scream, finally reaching the group wide-eyed and out of breath and yet still unable to do anything to help his friend. He'd taken too long recovering after healing Bridget, too long making his way through the hallways up here, and he'd only proven himself once more to be worthless and unreliable.

"T-taichou, Fowl-san, I..." 'I'm too late, I'm sorry' wasn't anywhere near adequate to express what he was feeling, so Hanatarou just swallowed and continued, pulling makeshift bandages out of the pillowcase he was carrying. "W-who needs help more?" There was so much blood everywhere and he hadn't been there and he carefully didn't quite look at Renji again and remind himself of the one he hadn't been able to help.

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