No Holds Barred
Twenty-four hours had passed since the conclusion of Void’s hellish tournament. For eighteen of those twenty-four, Rouga had slept.
It didn’t really surprise him when he was informed of that fact by a nurse. Though his body had by no means been in as sorry a condition as Kyouya’s was by the end of that grueling two-day period, there was no denying that on top of a re-opened stab wound and a rather nasty burn courtesy of Void, Rouga had been put through the emotional wringer. Inflicting on others–on his best friend–a pain that no one should ever have had to experience, especially when those same people had already been through so much both here in Hive and in their lives prior…it was tiring, and the mere thought of those battles made a part of him wish for nothing more than to return to sleep. Even so, he got up.
He had to check on Kyouya, after all–see for himself that he was in safe hands and getting the treatment he so desperately needed. The others as well, if they were here…and to do that, he needed to know their room numbers.
It was with this in mind (and against Cerberus’s wishes) that Rouga left the relative comfort of his hospital bed.
Two corners later and still one or two floors from his intended destination, Rouga stopped.
There he was…standing right in front of him as if the last time Rouga had seen him hadn’t been sickly pale, unconscious, and slung over Void’s arm. As if the last thing out of his mouth Rouga had heard hadn’t been his agonized screams… Honestly, couldn’t he at least pretend to be unhappy with him…?
That was what he thought, but his feet were already moving before he so much as finished the sentence…and his arms thrown around Tasuku’s small shoulders in spite of it.