[He quickly leans forward with the shower head, cupping his hand underneath it and aiming the spray at his palm. It's obviously enough to collect in there, which he uses to wipe at Choso's lips and attempts to get him to open his mouth so he can swab a finger in there.]
Open your mouth. I'm not gonna have you choke on this shit.
[He can and will shove his finger down Choso's throat to make him puke if blood starts clotting in places it shouldn't. But right now, a finger around his teeth and the water cupped and pushed against his mouth should be enough to help flush out anything that wants to stick in there. As much as he wants to worry about Yuji right now, Bakugo isn't going to abandon Choso for that. Yuji would kill him. Or cry. Which is worse.
At least Choso's not wrapped up too much now as Bakugo works on clearing the blankets open around the bath so he can free the man's body for more washing. It's hard as hell not to watch Choso's expressions and get his heart thrown into his mouth each fucking time. Whatever's going on with Yuji isn't good. He's quick enough to get his finger out before Choso bites the fucking thing off, but... yeah no, you're not cinching up in the corner like that. Bakugo pulls him right back down, using the blankets around him like a makeshift slide.]
Don't scrunch up! I'm cleaning you off, dammit!
[There's another muffled protest. -in his head- DAMMIT, GARI HEAD!! What the fuck are you allowing them to do to you now?! Bakugo snaps his hand out and grabs at Choso's hand before he rips his hair out.]
Look at me! Choso! Look at me. Don't get lost in your own head!
[Whether it's some kind of blood link or psychic link, it's not helping matters and he has to try to keep Choso's attention off the horrors going on in his brother's surgery. If that's even possible.]
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That's what I fucking said.
[He quickly leans forward with the shower head, cupping his hand underneath it and aiming the spray at his palm. It's obviously enough to collect in there, which he uses to wipe at Choso's lips and attempts to get him to open his mouth so he can swab a finger in there.]
Open your mouth. I'm not gonna have you choke on this shit.
[He can and will shove his finger down Choso's throat to make him puke if blood starts clotting in places it shouldn't. But right now, a finger around his teeth and the water cupped and pushed against his mouth should be enough to help flush out anything that wants to stick in there. As much as he wants to worry about Yuji right now, Bakugo isn't going to abandon Choso for that. Yuji would kill him. Or cry. Which is worse.
At least Choso's not wrapped up too much now as Bakugo works on clearing the blankets open around the bath so he can free the man's body for more washing. It's hard as hell not to watch Choso's expressions and get his heart thrown into his mouth each fucking time. Whatever's going on with Yuji isn't good. He's quick enough to get his finger out before Choso bites the fucking thing off, but... yeah no, you're not cinching up in the corner like that. Bakugo pulls him right back down, using the blankets around him like a makeshift slide.]
Don't scrunch up! I'm cleaning you off, dammit!
[There's another muffled protest. -in his head- DAMMIT, GARI HEAD!! What the fuck are you allowing them to do to you now?! Bakugo snaps his hand out and grabs at Choso's hand before he rips his hair out.]
Look at me! Choso! Look at me. Don't get lost in your own head!
[Whether it's some kind of blood link or psychic link, it's not helping matters and he has to try to keep Choso's attention off the horrors going on in his brother's surgery. If that's even possible.]