He knew it had gone on too long. But his leg had nearly healed, he could feel the muscles of his leg knitting and repairing. And it was not as if he had no means of replenishing what he took from Genji.
Finally, a pale tongue ran over the slash in Genji’s wrist, sealing the skin almost instantly. He helped prop the ninja as he reached for the Blutsauger, adjusting it until Genji was bathed in a warm, sapphire light. Fresh blood steadily filled his system, allowing it to recover.
“Just breathe. You’re going to be fine. I promise.”
And like that, he owed this man his life yet again.
Just when Genji was certain he was going to collapse from blood loss, Fritz stopped. Pulled away and sealed the wound he’d made in a matter of moments. Genji was too weak to do much more than slump against his friend as the Blutsauger went to work, healing him and replenishing his supply of blood.
He would recover in no time, even though the exhaustion weighing him down didn’t dissipate along with the pain. He closed his eyes and breathed, in and out, as slow and steady as he could manage.
“Are you alright?” he murmured, after several minutes had passed. He couldn’t let himself forget why he was feeling this way in the first place-- had Fritz been able to recover from the wound he’d had? Genji blinked open his eyes, allowing a few moments for the fuzzy shapes around him to fall into place.
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