“…Oh dear.” Gentle press of two fingers against vitals. He wasn’t expecting to bump into the halfer on his way from a mission… but, leaving him to die of a possible aneurysm wasn’t exactly optimal.

Hakuba was alive. Plenty alive, really, and the touch against his skin stirred his consciousness. He groaned, sucking in a shuddering breath as he became aware of the bruises forming over his body. Hitting his head had been bad enough, but the stairs… Tumbling down those stairs had left their mark over his ribs, torso, arms – bruises. Whereas, the overhang left a nasty welt against his temple, which bled in a small, but steady stream.

Such a mundane way to get injured, really; not even a good story. Still, the detective opened his eyes and winced at the light, swallowing against the nausea from his spinning vision.

“Eh…?” Another grimace. “God…"