[ Only half a base away in the medical bay, something shifts in the grey matter of a boy on an operating table and Choso gags in response to the phantom sensation that crackles through his veins like electricity as something presses against his shoulder, a bare spot of shirt that hasn't been completely soaked through. It takes a moment, but it occurs to him that this is, in fact, a real sensation, a real touch. Someone is here.
From within the bloody mask of his face, something shifts, and Choso's eyes (identical to Yuji's in colour and striation) open to dart, drifting unmoored for a moment before latching onto the figure kneeling nearby. ]
Bhakhhgoh.
[ Blood seeps when he speaks, like it's been pooling there in drips and drops from the sheet shining slick and wet on his face. However long this has been going on, there is not a drop of blood here that has dried in any form yet, not a drop that has coagulated.
Is this all his?
For one brief moment, things seem stable. The blood in the air slows, the splashes on the wall begin to ooze down from where they had clung against the wall panels like living things. Bakugo Katsuki is here. Everything would be fine. That the young hero had no say over a medical procedure several walls away doesn't occur to Choso at all, matters so little it isn't worth considering.
His head lifts, hands pulling away from the mop of his hair. ]
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From within the bloody mask of his face, something shifts, and Choso's eyes (identical to Yuji's in colour and striation) open to dart, drifting unmoored for a moment before latching onto the figure kneeling nearby. ]
Bhakhhgoh.
[ Blood seeps when he speaks, like it's been pooling there in drips and drops from the sheet shining slick and wet on his face. However long this has been going on, there is not a drop of blood here that has dried in any form yet, not a drop that has coagulated.
Is this all his?
For one brief moment, things seem stable. The blood in the air slows, the splashes on the wall begin to ooze down from where they had clung against the wall panels like living things. Bakugo Katsuki is here. Everything would be fine. That the young hero had no say over a medical procedure several walls away doesn't occur to Choso at all, matters so little it isn't worth considering.
His head lifts, hands pulling away from the mop of his hair. ]
He'sh nhot dhone yhet.