Kakashi narrowed his eyes and briefly considered putting a bullet through the man who caused Obito harm, but decided against it as he knew Obito wouldn’t really approve.
As Obito lifted his shirt up, a quiver of panic went through him looking at the almost spewing blood. His friend was bleeding. His friend was in danger. Obito could die.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Kakashi inspected the male. There was only one entrance hole- so little yet so big- at least that meant only one place to put pressure on.
Kakashi swiftly ripped the bottom of his shirt and folded into a strip.
“Press.” He commanded while handing the Uchiha piece of his shirt. At time like this, he was glad that Obito was blind so he couldn’t see how Kakashi’s hands were shaking.
Obito could hear the increase in breathing as his best friend saw the wound. In this quiet warehouse it was noticeable that and Obito had amazing hearing to make up for his sightless eyes. He was forced to ignore it in order to not fall over and faint. That would make everything a lot harder.
“I’m fine…” He tried hoping to calm the other down at least a little bit. His face twisted to one of pain as he pressed to his wound harder. His other hair dug into his pocket in hopes of finding his phone.
Unlocking it he mumbled out his instructions glad when it actually listened for once and called headquarters. He explained their situation, he always had had a one track mind after all.
“Let’s get this guy locked up so I can go to sleep. I’m exhausted.” He mumbled not trusting himself to try to speak any louder at the moment. Well, if he was this tired he must have lost a good bit of blood. He didn’t notice it as he leaned back against the nearest wall to keep himself upright.
“The others are on their way to bring this guy in for us…”