Whumptober day 2 alt prompt- No holds barred beat down
Mikeyâs fists. Mikeyâs fists against Takemichiâs face. Skin against skin against pavement. All of Takemichiâs senses were overtaken by the man on top of him, the man who was knocking his head into the sidewalk over and over again.
His nose, which was surely broken, spewed blood in ways Takemichi had never known it could do. After all the beatings he had taken before, all the times he had been slapped and pummeled and thrown into walls, none would ever compare to the work of the Invincible Mikey.
Takemichiâs tears werenât solely born from the pain of the assault. His bodyâs ability to recover was impressive, but he knew his mind would lag in its healing.
Mikeyâs eyes met his without a hint of recognition, only a cold pool of hatred. Takemichi wasnât sure which bones were being cracked and which had already been fractured. All of his pain blurred together along with his vision, rendering him blind. He was unsure if he would survive. Even if he did, he was almost certain he wouldnât walk away unscathed.
Mikeyâs voice was almost comforting. Even as he spat profanities at the younger boy, Takemichi couldnât help but think about the times they spent together. Talking about Shinichiro, bothering Draken, fighting together. He didnât know how things had gotten so bad, but he knew it would never go back to the way things were.
Someone, multiple someoneâs, was peeling Mikey off of him, but he was too out of it to thank them. There was too much blood for Takemichi to tell if it was his or Mikeyâs or some unlucky bystanders. The pain had swelled throughout his entire body, making it easy to forget what it was like to not hurt.
He woke up in a hospital, the smell more familiar than it shouldâve been. Warm hands clutched his arm, sweaty and soft.
âPartner?â A careful voice whispered.
âChifuyu,â Takemichi tried to move his hands, to reach his friend, but he couldnât.
âDonât move,â Chifuyu pressed the back of his hand against Takemichiâs head. âHe messed you up really bad.â
âMhm,â Takemichi hummed, too tired to argue.
âHina just left,â Chifuyu fiddled with the necklace around Takemichiâs neck. âShe was waiting for you to wake up. So was Draken.â
Takemichi breathed, the apparatus over his mouth and nose making it easier.
âYou had as all worried, man,â Chifuyu couldnât squeeze the other boy's hand, too afraid to hurt him worse than he always was.
A small, selfish part of Takemichi was glad. He felt cared for in a way he hadnât since he was too young to walk. Knowing that so many people were worried about him, and cared about him enough to stress over his health, made it a little easier for him to fall back asleep. He knew that someone would be by his side when he woke up.
