He didn't even manage to fully recover from pain shooting through his chest like a hot bullet while the harsh cough caught him in the worst time possible and another shock was waiting for him. Akutagawa's eyes widened as he saw Iwao simply pushing the bars of his cell open and walk out. And no, he was not shocked, that the boy got himself out so easily - it was because of the fact, he was just silently sitting in his cell even though it was apparently opened the whole time.
The Mafia's Dog's first instinct was to summon Rashomon, his coat flaring with faint red light, ready to snap in a case, he was going to be attacked. That, however, didn't happen and Akutagawa was met by another shock as the captive grabbed his hand and offered help with such a worried tone. The raven stiffened, staring at the other, his eyes not showing a single emotion. The coat turned back to its calm state as the mafioso decided to drop his guards (that boy couldn't really hurt him as he saw, he was completely unarmed). After a while, he turned his head to the side and gave Iwao a silent snort, tearing his hand out of his grip.
"I can't remember asking for your help."
Akutgawa's voice was raspy as he said that and another wet cough shook his body, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth once again. Damn, this pain was showing since the last fight when he got quite a harsh blow from his opponent. Twisting his face, the raven scowled at the boy.
"What even are you, some magical doctor?"