Yaguchiâs eyes closed forcefully as the sling tightened up over his broken arm. He knew it was to keep it stable, but he couldnât help but glare at the cat for the rough handling on his obviously hurt limb. There was also the even weirder nickname, which he would have complained about if he wasnât too busy clenching his teeth and containing the tears of pain at the broken limb. They just kept glaring at each other for a second that felt way longer, yet the trembling of the building wasnât giving them any time to spare; it felt like it could and would crumble right on top of them if they gave it the chance.
The tremor taking the balance away from him, he was strongly held from his free arm before he could say anything, the cat pulling him with a strength that seemed unlikely for someone with a broken rib and sprinting all the way out, through rubbish and falling pieces lights.
âHey, STOP, youâre gonna fuck your ribs even more!â he tried to yell, his voice getting muffled by the growing roar of the building and of the earth below them. His feet finding some support on the ground and moving him forward, his head suddenly got to the realization of what he had said: it wasnât normal anger or even worry about the current situation they were at, it was just concern for the wounds of the other.
Something must be bad with my head.
Once the ash sky received them on the outside of the building, his hand was released, the cat falling to his knees while showing extreme signs of pain, his breath getting even more shallow and his hands twitching.
âYou idiot! I told you itâd make everything worst!â he rushed to the side of the other, trying to hold him up, just to see him slipping down as there wasnât too much he could do with just one arm. âDonât you dare lose consciousness on me!â Boris gave just one glance towards him before finally falling to the groundâŠ
His scream had nothing to do but disappear like one more of many panicked voices around him, he observed with absolute impotence the figure just lying on the ground before him.
âHelp! Is there anyone here? Thereâs a wounded personâ his chest was aching⊠He felt his throat getting sore and bitter, like when you want to cry⊠it was probably the smoke and the ashes⊠the dust from the crumbled buildings. Nothing more⊠He felt his sight getting blurry. It was all the fault of the goddamn smokeâŠ
âPLEASE, ANYONEâ He felt the words getting stuck in the back of his mouth⊠he would somehow get the cat on his back and take him to the closest hospital if he didnât feared the movement would worsen the already terrible situationâŠ
His head was already starting to hurt when his golden eyes, desperately turning around in search of anything to help him, managed to find the silhouette of the rescue team walking by âHEY, HEY THERE! HELP!â He rose to his feet and rushed to them, almost forcing them to go to the side of Boris and take him on the stretcher.
His broken arm finally returning to his attention by the words of the paramedics that took care of Boris, he accepted their advice and rode on the ambulance besides Boris. Golden eyes falling inevitably on the closed eyes of the catâŠ
âYou goddamn trash catâŠâ he whispered, the fingers of his unhurt arm closing strongly over his knee âIf you die on me Iâll go after you and kill you again myselfâ