𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚊𝚜' 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜. renier cringes at the sound, trying to be as gentle as he possibly can, wanting with every ounce of his being to pick her up and carry her - but he can hardly feel his right arm as it is.
finally someone notices and runs up to them, one of ren’s people, a doctor - celia? she’s so small and insignificant he wants to swat her away, she can hardly pick herself up, what makes her think that she can pick up tas? ah, but it’s much better than dragging her along on the floor. she lets the girl flutter around his friend, waving a dismissive hand in the air when another helper tries to examine him.
“her first,” renier says, voice hoarse. he waits by tas’ side as they check up on her, and he waits while they load her up onto a stretcher and into the backside of an ambulance. they know better than to refuse him when he steps inside after her.
“hey,” he says to tas, holding her hand with his own - the one that wasn’t mangled - nose brushing her forehead as he leans down to press a chaste kiss to her skin. “wake up, we’re going to the hospital. there was an attack, some... gang stuff,” he murmurs, eyeing the nurses around him briefly. “please wake up,” he holds his breath, eyes falling shut. he’s begging now, even if they say she’ll be okay he doesn’t want to believe it until he sees it with his own eyes.
