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Hey Wrio, I got shot the other day. [He sounds tired. He is tired, though, to be fair.] Nothing fatal, though.

Could you bring me some bandages if I send you the money for them?

[He was on his way to see if there were any businesses still open, wanting to get some fresh tea and was bundled up since he was already cold and irritated. Getting the voice message only had his irritation increase but it was more out of worry than annoyance and he quickly called Gokudera immediately back. The moment the device was picked up he didn't even bother with saying any greetings and was already sprinting towards the lift to the up. Gokudera might be able to hear him running as he talks a little breathlessly.]

What do you mean you got shot?!? Why are you only telling me this now and not when it happened? You're home right? I'm on my way! Don't hang up until I'm there! Are you still bleeding? How bad is the wound and where is it located?

I got shot in the leg. I... no one's been acting normal, and I didn't want to upset you.

[His voice is soft, tired, apologetic. He's not happy about being shot or putting himself under house-arrest so he can heal.]

I'm at home. It's still bleeding pretty regularly, but not as much as when it was fresh. It's my left thigh.

Putain, pourquoi ne m'a-t-il pas appelé plus tôt?

[His footsteps quicken as he sees the lift in sight and starts to run as fast as he can. He doesn't care who he hits on the way over to the lift they are in his way and he needs to go make sure it's not an artery. He knows in the back of his mind that if it was an artery, Gokudera would be dead by now but in his panicked mind reason doesn't exist. His ears start to get cold as he runs and his eyes begin watering too.]

I'm more upset you didn't call me sooner! I could have helped! What if it's infected now? What if it goes near your arteries? Putain de merde,'Dera!

[It doesn't help that most places are closed too. He passes a little market just starting to unboard and it looks like it's run by natives. Those idiots are never going to sell him anything without a dominant so he he barges in and just takes whatever medical supplies he can. Maybe he'll come back with money but right now stealing is fine by him. He probably terrifed the shop keeper anyway with how he almost broke the door down to get in and growled the moment he grabbed the supplies. The cold only made his breath visible and looked like steam coming from an already feral man. Gokudera probably hears things breaking on the other end as Wriothesley makes it out of the store and finally gets to the lift, more supplies than he needed in his arms. He's panting a little, adrenaline already kicked in and the lift is taking it's damn time.]

I'm on my way, I'm coming 'Dera. Stay awake okay? Don't hang up.

...

[Gokudera cannot understand and he hears Wriothesley and his panic, but gives a slight groan. Clearly, this isn't going well, and he's already feeling awful enough without the guilt of not telling his boyfriend as soon as he'd been shot.]

I'm alright, Wrio. It just hurts a bit, okay? Calm do- oy! What's all that noise?!

[It sounds like Wrio is ransacking someone else's place, and Gokudera knows that crime isn't really that big a deal during the festivities, but surely they're coming to a close. This awful week can't go on forever!]

I'm not going anywhere, you big old idiot! This is not an emergency!

[He mutters some Italian under his breath and gets up to limp over and unlock his front door.]

Please calm down! [Gokudera will pay for whatever damages Wrio has done, but he cannot handle stress on top of his current injury. Not well, anyways.]

No, I will not calm down! I could have lost you! What were you even doing that you got shot?! Who shot you?!

[It honestly feels like the longest lift ride in all the time he's been in Duplicity. He hears movement on Gokudera's end that only gets him more upset.]

Are you moving around? Dera you have a fucking gun shot wound in your leg that's still bleeding, you better not be moving!

[The moment the lift finally stops he's out of there at top speed. He'll feel the cold later but right now he doesn't care how cold he is, Gokudera comes first. He is trying to calm down a little now that he's at least in the Up but he's still so nervous.]

I'm sorry. [He says it almost too fast as he's running again.] I'm just...fuck 'Dera. Who did this to you? [His tone is a little softer but also a little out of breath and with a sad tone to it.]

A friend.

[Gokudera's settling back onto the couch.]

I was unlocking the front door. [When Peacemaker helped him get home the night he'd been shot, Gokudera had made tea and taken out a Japanese futon for him to sleep on. He's not sweating moving a few feet to unlock a door.]

Don't know what you're sorry for. I'm the one who provoked someone with a gun. [The event's enhanced his recklessness. He hadn't thought Vash would actually shoot him.]

Friend my ass. What kind of 'friend' shoots someone they care about?

[His anger is just rising again and he tries not to think of that, tries to focus on getting to Gokudera's as soon as he can to help him, questions can come later as well as beating the shit out of whoever shot his boyfriend.]

I'm almost there, I'll take care of you, just don't get up or move again. I don't care if you can move, just don't okay?

[The more he talks the more his anger and hate starts to fade and gets replaced with sadness. It's so clear in his tone of speech how upset he is over this, almost as if he might break into tears but he doesn't. If his eyes look red it's from running against the cold wind.]

I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm not angry at you...not...not really. I'm upset.

[He makes it to the building and starts to climb up the stairs. His steps are loud and hurried that Gokudera might even hear him coming before he's in the apartment. Some of the supplies were lost in his running as he finally reaches the door, pushing it open and standing there in the doorway with his eyes red rimmed, hair disheveled, tons of random medical supplies in his arms and falling to the floor around him and panting trying to catch his breath. He has the device by his neck so he could talk and run and he lets it fall to the floor as his eyes lock with Gokudera's on the couch. He doesn't bother closing the door as he hurries to his side and drops all the supplies by the couch so he can carefully pull Gokudera into his arms and hold him.]

Je n'ai pas eu aussi peur depuis des années...

He was not in his right mind, Wrio. Most people are not.

[He defended Vash the last time he broke Gokudera's heart, and even when he'd been so upset he wished he could hurt him back. Still, he's not used to having friends, and in this world... he has no idea what he should do. Gokudera's been reflecting on what happened.]

Okay.

[Gokudera won't get up, doesn't want to upset Wrio further.]

I understand.

[Sure, he didn't like getting yelled at, but he likes even less the condition his boyfriend arrives in. Gokudera looks up at him and gives a groan as he's pulled and held. The teen's wearing a hoodie and some boxers, his wound wrapped, clearly visible by the way the blood has seeped through. It goes through his thigh, the back less bloody since his weight has kept pressure on it. But now that he's being held, he adjusts to keep himself from getting hurt further and it feels hot.]

[The hug doesn't last long, Wriothesley needs to wrap and tourniquet the wound better and luckily he's spend enough time getting hurt himself and with Sigewinne that he knows what to do. He is careful in how he puts Gokudera back on the couch. He makes sure the legs are near the edge so he can have easier access to them and as he sits on his knees he reaches through the pile of supplies for alcohol wipes and carefully starts to unwrap the wrap on Gokudera. His hands are shaking a little and he doesn't look up at him, his eyes looking a bit glassy and watery.]

Chaton, tell me who hurt you...please?

[The apartment is warm but the tips of his ears are red and he's clearly still cold from the outside and trying to still get his breathing even as the wraps come off and he's quick to keep pressure on the bottom wound as he focuses on the entrance wound first.]

This is going to sting.

[It's all he says before he's cleaning the wound with the alcohol to disinfect it. At least it's a clean wound and they don't have to remove a bullet. He leans in once the wound is clean on top and places a kiss near the wound but not on it, a tear or two falling from his eyes and down his cheeks to land on the exposed skin.]

You...you don't have any other wounds, do you?

[He still doesn't meet Gokudera's gaze, especially not now with the fact he's got tears on his face. He does take a wound bandage and places it on the entrance wound so he can lift the leg and work on the exit wound before he wraps the whole thing again.]

[Gokudera's speeding has slowed down plenty, not consistent or fast enough to warrant concerns about blood loss. He won't tell Wrio not to care for him or tend to him if that makes him feel better, but Gokudera is watching, and he moves a hand to gently cover one of Wrio's. The man feels cold. He really did run all the way.]

You don't even know him, Wrio. Dorian is dealing with him...

[The teen trusts Dorian. But... he also hasn't reached out to him since he was shot. Dorian does not know Gokudera's been shot. He'd like to keep it hidden from him at least until things go back to normal.

Wrio's pressure on the wound feels uncomfortable and the teen reaches a hand to grab at one of his shoulders when he cleans the wound. It stings, and Gokudera tenses, controlling his breathing and trying not to react too strongly to the help he's given. The tears add on to his guilt and he sighs, looking away.]

Some bruising, but... from getting away. [running into things, staggering about and running away after he'd been shot and had so much adrenaline in his system.]

I'm sorry I didn't call you sooner. [He means that. Seeing how upset Wriothesley is now almost hurts more than the wound he's sporting.]

[Maybe it brings attention to his tears but in between working on the leg he rubs his eyes clear of tears with the back of his jacket.]

I don't care whose dealing with him. I want to deal with him for hurting you.

[He has to lift the leg to work under it and for a moment he looks up at Gokudera and their eyes meet briefly. His light blue eyes look like gemstones shimmering with his tears, a few wet tracks decorating his cheeks and he's quick to look away and focus on the leg. He does the same application on the exit wound that he did on the entrance wound.]

You're lucky it's a clean shot...and he missed anything vital.

[He doesn't know who 'he' is but he's going to find them and make sure it's even longer before he walks again. A bit of that anger comes through in how he's being a touch aggressive with wrapping the leg once more in clean bandage wraps but the moment he notices they are too tight he undoes them and starts over again a touch looser.]

....Apology accepted but I'm still upset. What if it had hit somewhere fatal? Would I have went on and had to find out from someone else you died? Chaton...please don't do that to me.

[Gokudera heaves a heavy sigh, meaning to steal Wrio's attention on him and not his wound. He reaches and grabs for his chin, tipping it up and leaning forward.]

Oh

[He starts off speaking in another sigh, wilting gently in a pleading tone. But Wrio's eyes sparkle and he sees so much care. So much sadness... It's beautiful to see... But then that wrap is a bit tight and he winces in pain. It takes him a moment to gather his thoughts.]

At least talk to him, then. I don't think he is in any way justified in attacking me, but... that's not like him. Vash is a good person.

This world can manipulate how you dream, and how you act, Wrio. It can turn people into monsters... [that may be a little foreshadowing] and give someone a new chance at life. I do not think the Vash I know would want to kill or hurt me. I think... he's unwell.

[And he wanted to make sure of that, recklessly making demands for his friend to be reasonable, to talk with him and obviously ignoring the glaringly obvious aggression that Vash had.]

[He's got a name at least, that's something. He can work with a name and find this guy and talk to him alone.]

I've never been one to pass judgement, I deal with those already judged but I'm not going to let someone who hurt you just slide free, I don't care if he was on drugs or possessed. I want answers and you deserve them.

[His tears have started to slow but they still leave shiny stains on his cheeks as he finishes tying the wound. He makes sure it's not still bleeding and when he deems it acceptable he gently puts the leg down and kisses the bandage before resting his head on Gokudera's other leg that's fine and hugs his waist. He's sniffling a little but he doesn't want to let go of Gokudera, he could have lost him and that makes his heart ache like nothing he's ever felt before.]

Chaton....I think we should contract together. If this happens again at least we'd be living together and I can be there sooner. I don't want to lose you.

What do you mean 'slide free'? I think it would be best to wait, see to my recovery, and then... approach him and I'm sure he will apologize and explain himself.

[Gokudera doesn't want Vash to be hurt. He likes him.

He watches Wrio finish treating him, kissing at him, holding him. The teen begins stroking over his hair, soft and soothing. There's a long moment where he's thinking over Wrio's words.]

I'd like that... being together with you more often...

[The teen says shyly.]

I'll wait for you, but I still want an answer. He can't shoot people and get away with it. Just let me break his nose or something...bâtard

[He closes his eyes as the touching, the last of his tears stuck to his long lashes looking like little ice droplets against the dark hairs. He sighs as he's continued to be pet,giving that small waist a squeeze.]

I can move in, be with you more, see you when I sleep and when I wake...make sure you're safe...always safe...

[He opens his eyes and looks up at Gokudera.]

I know we said to wait...but....

No, don't break his nose. Hear him out, and then use the rage room for its intended purpose... I mean, maybe he'll let you hit him, but... I'd rather you not.

[Gokudera wipes at Wrio's face, cleaning the tears off and just... admiring his boyfriend gently.]

You can share my bed with me. As soon as the businesses open back up, we can get a contract together.

I can't promise I won't find this Vash and break something of his. It'll heal quicker then you will anyway.

[the wiping does have him calming down a bit more and he turns to kiss the hand touching his face.]

Share a bed, I like the sound of that. I can keep an eye on you better, protect you how I should have been.

[He looks at the bandage and lightly touches it.]

Can I carry you to bed?..our bed?

Will it?

[Gokudera can heal, but he has to rest enough to afford to work on recovery. The kiss to his palm has him softly staring, smiling, nodding his head.]

I'll be fine. Don't blame yourself, Wriothesley.

[Gokudera tenses but doesn't flinch away from the touch.]

Yeah.

Probably. You got a bullet wound in your leg, Chaton. That's not going to heal easy especially with you trying to be mobile.

[With the okay to pick him up he moves so he is squatting by the couch and carefully positions Gokudera in his arms so that the injured leg isn't feeling pressure as he picks him up and carefully brings them to their room.]

I can't help but blame myself. I said I'd protect you and look at how well that went....this isn't protecting at all.

If you say so.

[He's reckless, too, so he's probably going to end up re-opening the wound with how often he's moving. Gokudera doesn't struggle, but there is no way to carry him without it aggravating the wound. Still, he seems fine, relaxed, and comforted being carried to their room by Wrio.]

I wasn't expecting to run into him, and Vash is usually very gentle and kind. I wouldn't have expected to need protection to begin with.

[Wriothesley will just keep patching him until it's healed if thats the case. He doesn't want to go anywhere without Gokudera for a bit. Now that he's been stabilizing more with the event ending his need to be alone is fading and it's being replaced with the need to be around those he cares about a ton more, meaning Gokudera. He might end up a little clingy.]

Gentle and kind my ass...Can we not talk about this anymore? You're just making me want to punch him harder for hurting you.

[He huffs as he as gently as he can put Gokudera back on the bed and scoots in next to him to cuddle. He leans against the non injured side and rests his head on Gokudera's chest, an arm around his waist.]

Should I keep my place and fully move in here? Are you okay with me taking up some of your room even?

[Gokudera will allow him to be clingy, but if he keeps him too confined, the teen will act out and get a bit angry while asserting some independence. It'll play out however it does]

I'm trying to convince you to not punch him, Wrio!

[When he's set down and cuddled, Gokudera sighs and closes his eyes, getting ready to drift off until Wrio is talking again.]

Hm? Move in. Bring as much as you'd like.

[He's going to stop himself after awhile of being clingy too since he doesn't like that either that much but for now he does want to be clingy.]

Well It's not working, Chaton

[He growls a bit, a deep noise in the pit of his chest but he doesn't mean any harm, not right now. For now he just likes being here on the bed with Gokudera.]

Alright, I'll do that when you feel better and when it's safe to leave you alone.

[He gives his boyfriend a squeeze and then sits up for a moment to grab the blanket their on and pull it over both of them, making sure to tuck Gokudera in specifically.]

Rest, your body needs it Chaton.

[Gokudera invited him into his bed, so he's not going to be upset any time soon. After all, he sleeps better with company.]

Sorry...

[He knows that getting shot is not really something he could be angry about, but if any of his friends or loved ones were in his position, he'd be angry just as much as Wrio.

The teen's forgotten about the bruising covering spots on his torso from being beaten before he was shot, so he grunts in slight discomfort at the squeeze.]

Nothing's gonna happen... [Gokudera knows he's well taken care of. Artemis and Wrio both can work together on that.]

At least- [He makes to sigh, but ends up yawning.]

Have Artemis over... take shifts or... something.

Edited 2023-11-30 03:22 (UTC)

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