[Bakugo's gonna murder both of these idiots once he finds out what's going on. And they recover. But right now, all he sees is Choso convulsing, grabbing his head, and putting blood all over the fucking room. He hears that wretched gag and tightens his hand on the man's shoulder. Fuck, he's not entirely worried about blood loss, thanks to what he learned about the technique, but there's something obviously very wrong right now.
He tenses at the sudden show of eyes he recognizes immediately. Did Choso always have Yuji's eyes or were they just so different thanks to the hanging bangs, nose bridge tattoo, and "natural" eye shadow that he hadn't noticed?
Ugh, sounds like his name just got puked out of Choso's mouth. With the amount of blood, it probably was.
With the blood stopping its strange movements, Bakugo has a split second to make a decision. He does. Grabs for the sheets on the bed and hauls them around Choso, one layer after another.]
Don't move. Stop fucking talking. Just focus on the sound of my voice.
[Should he take him to the medical room? Fuck, that's a long way away. He can make out what Choso's saying. Yuji's in surgery, another implant, he's not done yet... Shit, does this mean there's some kind of link between the two that has Choso reacting to what's going on with Yuji?]
Hold on. Replace you blood. Keep doing that.
[With Choso wrapped up in "clean" bedding, mostly just trying to cover the man's blood-soaked body and garments, Bakugo hauls him up like a weird caterpillar.]
I'm taking you to the bathroom to wash off.
[That'll keep this room from getting wrecked further, there's a shower and bath in there to contain the blood, he can keep Choso warm or cool as needed, and it's a lot easier to clean up afterward. Plus water.]
Do you want me to call a medic?
[He's not expecting an answer, just wants to keep talking to Choso can focus on his voice and not go back into trance land. Bakugo's doing all of this while being mindful of the blood, trying not to get it on himself in the process.]
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Date: 4/28/24 23:27 (UTC)He tenses at the sudden show of eyes he recognizes immediately. Did Choso always have Yuji's eyes or were they just so different thanks to the hanging bangs, nose bridge tattoo, and "natural" eye shadow that he hadn't noticed?
Ugh, sounds like his name just got puked out of Choso's mouth. With the amount of blood, it probably was.
With the blood stopping its strange movements, Bakugo has a split second to make a decision. He does. Grabs for the sheets on the bed and hauls them around Choso, one layer after another.]
Don't move. Stop fucking talking. Just focus on the sound of my voice.
[Should he take him to the medical room? Fuck, that's a long way away. He can make out what Choso's saying. Yuji's in surgery, another implant, he's not done yet... Shit, does this mean there's some kind of link between the two that has Choso reacting to what's going on with Yuji?]
Hold on. Replace you blood. Keep doing that.
[With Choso wrapped up in "clean" bedding, mostly just trying to cover the man's blood-soaked body and garments, Bakugo hauls him up like a weird caterpillar.]
I'm taking you to the bathroom to wash off.
[That'll keep this room from getting wrecked further, there's a shower and bath in there to contain the blood, he can keep Choso warm or cool as needed, and it's a lot easier to clean up afterward. Plus water.]
Do you want me to call a medic?
[He's not expecting an answer, just wants to keep talking to Choso can focus on his voice and not go back into trance land. Bakugo's doing all of this while being mindful of the blood, trying not to get it on himself in the process.]