[There are so many things going wrong. Possible concussion--even Chuuya has a skull that can crack, as much as Dazai calls him hardheaded--shock, blood loss. Everything that seems to be going wrong is, and it's all Dazai can do to control his breathing, because he's not concerned, he's not worried, he's not upset. Chuuya won't die, because he's never been cursed with Dazai caring about him, and so he'll be fine. Obviously.
But even people Dazai hates can die, he reasons. He's seen to several of them himself. It's with that thought at the back of his mind that he manages to get Chuuya onto his back, weight too heavy with his inability to move, blood soaking warm into Dazai's clothes. This is possibly one of the shittiest situations that they've been in together, and Dazai isn't worried. It's not far to a forested area, the place hidden outside of the city, but he only stops once they've crashed far enough through irritating twigs and brush, once they've reached a place where several larger trees conceal them for the most part from prying eyes. Dazai doubts anyone following them will be stealthy about it--they might already have Chuuya pegged for dead--so the thick branches will snap and crack a warning if anyone comes near.
They need to get out of here, though. There's no first-aid in the middle of nowhere; Dazai has nothing on him.
They'll be found, for certain, but the question is when. He always has a plan; he'd dropped a note only Ranpo would understand, cryptic and annoying as hell, and doesn't expect it to take all that long for backup to find them. But again, they don't have that long. When he lays Chuuya out on the ground, far more gently than Dazai normally would, he's too pale.]
Chuuya. Can you hear me?
[Dazai touches the shoulder that isn't bleeding, but only shakes gently.]
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But even people Dazai hates can die, he reasons. He's seen to several of them himself. It's with that thought at the back of his mind that he manages to get Chuuya onto his back, weight too heavy with his inability to move, blood soaking warm into Dazai's clothes. This is possibly one of the shittiest situations that they've been in together, and Dazai isn't worried. It's not far to a forested area, the place hidden outside of the city, but he only stops once they've crashed far enough through irritating twigs and brush, once they've reached a place where several larger trees conceal them for the most part from prying eyes. Dazai doubts anyone following them will be stealthy about it--they might already have Chuuya pegged for dead--so the thick branches will snap and crack a warning if anyone comes near.
They need to get out of here, though. There's no first-aid in the middle of nowhere; Dazai has nothing on him.
They'll be found, for certain, but the question is when. He always has a plan; he'd dropped a note only Ranpo would understand, cryptic and annoying as hell, and doesn't expect it to take all that long for backup to find them. But again, they don't have that long. When he lays Chuuya out on the ground, far more gently than Dazai normally would, he's too pale.]
Chuuya. Can you hear me?
[Dazai touches the shoulder that isn't bleeding, but only shakes gently.]