' I’ve got you ' ( from Chishiya & knowing him its probably proper medical cleaning )
Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body
The sun had already started to rise as Niragi arrived back at the Beach, and he slipped inside one of the side doors, not wanting to be seen. He had entered a game alone last night, because he had felt the need to blow out some steam. And entering with other players meant that he was expected to come back with them and the cards they got for winning. That night he had been able to go all out, but it had resulted in him getting injured rather badly. In fact, his wounds were bad enough that his whole shirt had soaked full of blood, making it look even darker. His lower lip was bleeding as well, and it seemed he had no way of stopping it. The loss of his bodily liquid had made his mind go fuzzy and, therefore, he wasn't walking as steadily as he made his way up the stairs and towards his room.
The militant bit his lower lip hard to keep himself from letting out a groan, not wanting any other soul at the Beach to know in what a bad state he was. He preferred people staying out of his way, and it seemed he was in luck because he encountered no one during his way up the stairs and then down the hallway. His rifle leaned against his shoulder as always while he looked for his room number through blurry eyes. Niragi just wanted to get into his suite and wash that damn blood away. He would deal with his wounds later to the best of his abilities. The young male had no idea how bad the state he was in really was, but at that moment he couldn't care less. He even ignored the trail of blood he had left behind. Niragi wasn't able to think clearly at that point in time, and he almost stumbled as he tried to walk faster.
The militant finally spotted the door to his room and he used his key to unlock it. But before he opened the door, sharp pain shot through his right hand, and he let out a groan in the end. "Fuck…", he mumbled under his breath and pressed his hand onto his side. It instantly got wet and Niragi's face darkened. A moment later he opened the door and went inside. He had just rested the rifle against the wall next to the door and turned around to close it as he stopped in his tracks. His eyes locked with Chishiya's, the person he had less expected to see. The taller male just looked at the other, this move having him off guard. Why should the blonde seek him out in a moment like this? Did he want to finish him off now that he was in a weakened state? He didn't believe it, being sure that the other would have attacked him on his way up instead of coming to his room.
"What the fuck do you want?" Niragi asked, keeping his hand on the door, but not closing it just yet. His tone was annoyed on purpose to see whether it would scare the other away, although it didn't. Without a word, Chishiya pushed the door further open before walking right in. A wave of bewilderment washed over the militant, and he turned around to look at his guest before finally closing the door. His hand went back to pressing against his side as he watched Chishiya walk over to the couch, placing a small bag on the coffee table. As the other looked up, their eyes met once again and this time he only tilted his head at the other. "I've got you." The smaller male simply stated, in his usual calm and unbothered tone, before opening the bag, revealing everything needed to take care of wounds properly.
Niragi was genuinely surprised that the other wanted to help him and for a moment he hesitated. "I will go clean myself up first… you wait here… and don't try anything funny." His tone was warning before he slowly made his way over into the bathroom. He wondered whether the other would still be there when he came back out. The militant let out a small groan as he tried to take his shirt off carefully. It was too risky to take a shower in his condition, but there was too much blood on him for the other male to see his wounds clearly.
