"Don't blame him!" Artemis snapped, still coming off the earlier hysteria he'd expressed. "At least he did what you told him to do."

The boy pulled himself up, still clutching his shoulder. It was sore, but Hanatarou had really done a number on it--and thus, himself. Artemis yanked the tubes out of his nose and discarded the heavy tank, pulling himself over to Hitsugaya and Hanatarou.

"What can I do? Tell me how I can help."