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Monsoon was working with his plants outside, surrounded by the life he created. It had become his favorite activity- he was glad it made his friends happy, too. He was interrupted by a loud crash from inside and quickly opened a window.
<< Raiden! Are you all right?! >>
No response. Monsoon carefully but hastily set down the watering can and rushed inside. Raiden was preparing lunch for Sam, who was out shopping. Panic began to set in as Monsoon took in the scene in front of him. Raiden's body was crumpled on the floor and blood was leaking from his hand. Monsoon observed the wound before breathing out a relieved sigh. The wound was deep, but manageable. He was glad that they had passed out as Jack would complicate treatment. Monsoon grabbed a wrap of bandages and began to wrap Raiden's left hand. He grabbed the bloodied knife and tossed it aside, waiting to clean it till after they woke up. Quite frankly, Monsoon didn't want to talk to Jack, not when Raiden had been doing so well.
[Monsoon - 1522]
sam
there's been an emergency
i need you here quickly
[beloved friend sam <3 - 1523]
why? what happened, mon?
[Monsoon - 1523]
raiden's unconscious, bleeding
please just hurry
Monsoon had become more caring, even if it was only to his friends. Jack… was a disruption in this mutual care. Jack shared Monsoon's disgust at humanity, but did not understand the distinctions Monsoon made between friends and the rest of the world. The only thing they could share was killing together and Monsoon was overworked as is.
Without noticing it, Monsoon had collapsed beside Raiden. He rested a hand on the side of Raiden's face and gingerly rubbed his injured hand. Monsoon instinctually pulled Raiden closer, nearly cradling their curled up frame.
It took until Sam got back for Monsoon to realize he was in pieces. Raiden was still unconscious in his arms, despite the fact they had been lying there for over 45 minutes. Sam knelt over Monsoon, shaking him until he turned his head towards Sam. "Mon, show me how bad the damage is, please." Monsoon unfurled the hand from his grasp, holding it up in a way that wouldn't harm Raiden. He slowly unwrapped it and showed it to Sam.
<< He hasn't responded to any stimulus, even though the cut isn't that bad. >>
Monsoon began dressing the wound with fresh wrappings before staring up at his friend. He had reformed and was sitting beside Raiden. His voice was shaky while addressing Sam.
<< Do you know why this is happening, Sam? I'm scared. They shouldn't still be unconscious. >>
Sam wrapped an arm around Monsoon’s waist and stared at his husband's expressionless face. "Monsoon, listen to me. Calm down. Nothing will get better if you worry yourself to death. They'll wake up- and you did good work treating their wound. It's going to be alright." Sam was unsure if his words were meant for Monsoon or himself. They stayed on the kitchen floor, watching and waiting for Raiden to move at all.
After waiting another half an hour, Monsoon detected a pulse speeding up beside him. It was artificial, and Sam was leaning on his shoulder, resting peacefully. At the twitch of one of Raiden's fingers, Monsoon grabbed his shoulder while shaking Sam awake.
<< Rai? Can you hear me? >>
There was a slight fluttering of their eyelids before he stared straight at Monsoon blankly. "Mon? Sam? What happened?" Monsoon hugged Raiden before getting up and washing off the knife, leaving Sam to explain what had occurred.
"You've been out for about an hour and a half, according to Mon. He's been here for you all this time. Said you cut yourself pretty badly."
<< I hope I wrapped your hand sufficiently. I don't want you to mess with it alone. >>
Raiden stared down at his hand. The bandages had traces of blood but most of the bleeding had stopped. "I probably shouldn't continue cooking then, huh? Sorry for making you worry." Monsoon pulled Raiden up from the ground and held him tightly. A short hop was all it took for Sam to stand up and wrap his arms around Raiden too.
"Love, it's alright. I don't want you straining your hand." Soft breath blew Raiden's hair as Monsoon nodded above them.
<< I can try to cook for you. It's a nasty cut you've got, Sam's right about not straining it. >>
Raiden chuckled against Monsoon's chest. "Right, maybe it'll even be edible this time!"
"I'll help him, marido. You don't need to worry about that." Monsoon playfully pouted at the both of them before laughing it off.
<< Good to know you're feeling well enough to tease me. Love you guys too. >>
"If you want me to teach you how to cook, I can. Just wait for me to heal, alright?" Monsoon's surprise manifested in a lopsided smile.
<< That's… I'd like that. I'm never sure what I'm doing. >>
Talking together helped to stop their worries, and by the time Raiden was laying down, Monsoon and Sam had already gotten to work.