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Hattori cursed and rushed over to Hakuba. He could see his chest moving, so he was still breathing. That didn’t stop him from worrying about the blood. He knelt down, using his Katana to cut the ropes holding the detective to the bed, and gently and slowly remove them from his wrists. Once they were out of the way, Hattori removed his shirt and gently placed it over the other, for some form of modesty, as he started to look him over.

Bloody nose, bloody lip, and a head wound. This was bad.

Hattori ran gentle fingers along his arms and legs, checking for any broken bones before slowly, and gently, lifting an arm to slip it through the sleeve of the shirt. He was trying to cause as little pain as possible, but also knew that Hakuba would not be happy to be seen in such a state; though he really should get him out of here. The others didn’t seem to be back, but that could change at any minuet.

The blond detective groaned the moment his arms were moved, and slowly came to while Hattori did his checks. His ribs, badly bruised on both sides, weren’t broken but they were very likely cracked. Hakuba hissed in pain as the shirt was put on him, and shivered immediately afterward at the sudden warmth.

He managed to turn his head toward Hattori, vague confusion seeping into his expression as he squinted up at him. “Ha… tto…”  was all that he managed to croak out from his raw throat, parched from lack of water and ample yelling. He didn’t look good, no… but at least they were still alone.