Xerox inhaled sharply through his nose, his mouth too busy clamping around Yakekoge's wadded up shirt. Trying not to arch his back while his fingers dug scratches into the earth. The owner of the shirt was at his side, grimacing at the long bloody tears in the youth's side even as quiet flames rolled off his fingers. Tears that stretched from halfway across the left side of his chest to his side, though it looked like Xerox's ribs had kept the dragon-child from being gutted.
Yakekoge glanced up at Xerox's face contorted in pain before he put a bit more energy into the flames to attempt and make this as quick as possible. "Just try to keep still, I know that it'll hurt a lot but we don't have supplies to staunch the bleeding. So bare with me, Kiddo." Placing his free hand on Xerox's shoulder to keep him steady he placed his burning hand over the wounds. Forcing back a gag at the acrid smell of burning flesh and blood that assaulted his nostrils, only keeping the heat even and restricted to the wounded area until he was sure that it was closed. Though "closed" was only a relative term considering he had just cauterized virtually Xerox's entire left side.
The dragon-child went rigid under his hand, the muscles trembling in his grip from the pain and the effort to keep still. Howling into the make-shift gag while his stomach churned at the stench coming up from his side; threatening to reject whatever he had eaten in the last couple of hours. When Yakekoge's hands left him Xerox relaxed and flopped back onto the packed ground, his complexion ashen and drying blood caking his pants and skin. Yakekoge had trashed his shirt after it had been used to try and stop the blood from flowing. His vision tunneled and he weakly opened his mouth enough for the older teenager to remove his shirt. He felt oddly cold and hot at the same time, fatigue pulling at him body and mind as he tried to stay awake; to keep enough sense about him so that they didn't somehow get caught by surprise. Not that many would be able to get close to do so, considering the twenty foot radius of scorched earth from the previous attack.
Xerox moaned in pain as Yakekoge's unnaturally warm hands slid under his shoulders and knees, levering him from the ground. With the motion came a strong bout of dizziness that left the dragon-child fighting to grab hold of something to steady himself. Not that he could grip anything but Yakekoge seemed to know what was happening and tucked Xerox closer to his chest, mindful of the freshly cauterized wound.
"Tori is going to murder me." Yakekoge muttered under his breath, worried eyes peering down at the now unresponsive boy in his arms.
