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Tecchou was fine.
Sure, he was bleeding, a lot more than he would have liked, and there was at least one significant chunk taken out of him that was causing a lot of the blood that now left a trail on the floor, but he was alright.
His communicator was shattered in the fight as well, but he shouldn’t be too far from the others, right? He should make it to them and get patched up, he’ll be fine.
Sure, he was leaning up against a wall due to his legs buckling in pain every time he stepped, and sure he had to keep his hand on his side in order to not bleed out, but he was alright, the warm liquid spilling down his fingers had slowed, anyways, so it shouldn’t be long until it stopped entirely. He’ll be fine.
Sure, the arm he was leaning against was most definitely broken, unfortunately it was his dominant hand, but he had already strained it while continuing to fight. He had tried to use that hand to put enough pressure on his wound, but he couldn’t get it to apply enough pressure without shooting more pain through his arm.
Curse that Ability User and curse his Ability to mirror injuries onto his opponents. Tecchou hated to think that the only reason he was even alive was his enhancements. They weren’t even aware of what the enemy’s Ability was, no one could figure it out, perhaps if they were able to he would have been more prepared.
He stumbled with his next step, his other hand flying up to catch himself against the wall before he collapsed. The further added pressure onto his broken arm caused him to hiss.
He simply breathed for a moment before pushing himself back up slowly and regaining his balance. He placed his hand back on his bleeding injury, and after a few more seconds he continued forward.
If he hadn't lost his cape in the conflict he would have used it to patch himself up by now, but it was fine, he could pull through until he was found, or until he found someone.
This hallway seemed endless, the darkness of the long abandoned building he was stumbling through didn’t help at all, only illuminated by the occasional window.
His vision was almost blurred, his eyes beginning to feel heavy. He shut them briefly, hoping to ease the blurriness in his sight, only to stumble forward again, a rush of adrenaline snapping him back awake.
No, if he rested now he doesn’t think he’ll be able to get back up. He forced himself forward. He was fine.
His vision grew darker around the edges, and his footsteps felt even heavier than before, his feet starting to drag against the floor, no longer having enough strength to properly lift them off the ground.
Soon the slowly creeping dizziness overtook him, and he finally collapsed, landing on his hands and knees, once again hissing at the pressure of his already broken arm. He coughed out the blood that was built up in the back of his throat, setting his good hand back on the injury on his side.
He was fine, or at least that’s what he told himself. If he could get back up he should be able to keep going.
Shakily, he began to push himself back up, only for another dizzy spell to send him back to his knees.
No, he was fine, he could get back up.
But the second attempt ended up better, forcing himself back on shaky legs and continuing his walk in what he hoped was the right way back.
His breathing was getting shallower, he realized, and he could hear his heart beating louder in his ears than his own footsteps, but he persisted. He was fine, he could make it.
After a few more steps he made it to a split path. Shit, which way did he come from? His head was fuzzy, all these halls looked the same.
He took a moment to think, not daring to sit down or put more weight on the wall than necessary in case it led to him collapsing once more. He just needed a moment, but his eyes were already starting to feel heavy once again.
Suddenly, a few more pairs of footsteps could be heard down the hall to his left. He slowly turned his head to see the military uniform he had grown familiar with, led by an even more familiar girl with pink hair.
The relief flooded him quickly, forcing a soft smile onto his face as he blearily watched Teruko start to run in his direction.
The last thing he saw was reaching out to her before his eyes were finally allowed to shut.
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When Tecchou woke up he registered that he was in a cot, recognizing the slightly uncomfortable stretch of fabric he was laying down against.
His eyes creaked open slowly, focusing on the ceiling of the tent above him.
“Are you awake?”
He turned his head to look for the source of the voice, noticing Jouno sitting beside him.
“I am,” Tecchou acknowledged, his voice hoarse. He could feel the thick bandages covering his body, though the numbness of whatever painkiller he was injected with was just as prevalent.
“Good, good,” Jouno’s smile was too sickly sweet. Tecchou learned exactly why when his partner flicked him on the forehead.
“Ow,” Tecchou muttered in his usual deadpan tone, his uninjured hand coming to hold his forming bruise.
“How the hell did they manage to get you this bad!? Mind explaining how you ended up missing a good portion of your blood?”
“Ah, right.”
Tecchou did, he explained this fight in little detail, it didn’t particularly matter, all that mattered was that annoying Ability, and the death of its criminal user.
Jouno shook his head, “Such an annoying power.”
The shuffling of footsteps from outside the tent grew louder. Jouno stood up as he spoke, “Let’s get you to a proper hospital.”
“I’m fine now.”
“Like hell you are!”