KID slowed himself down well enough, turning to look back at Hakuba and reassess the situation. They seemed okay for now, but they shouldn’t linger; their friends wouldn’t take long to catch up. He was about to go retrieve his glider when he noticed Hakuba on the ground. It took him two seconds to dash over to the detective’s side and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Here, let me help,” he softly offered, trying to assist Hakuba however he could. In the dark, he still didn’t notice the blood, even though it had left a rather garish design on his jacket now.
The detective, with KID’s help, stumbled along until he got his footing again. Then, though panting, moved quickly enough to keep pace.
“Thank you, Kaitou-san,” Hakuba said briskly, wincing. So much of him hurt, but there was no time to do an analysis on his injuries; he only had time to be aware of them.
“Please tell me that you have a plan in mind for whatever insane nonsense you intend for us to do next?”