Hattori winced at Hakuba’s sounds of pain. He bit his lip, just to keep from whining, hating that he was hurting him. He closed his eyes, gently adjusting the other in his hold just enough so he didn’t slip and then headed towards the door. He’d left it open, which if someone were to come around would have seen him, but he was thankful that it was. The less jostling he had to do with the teen in his arms, the better.
“‘m gunna ge’ ya outta here, okay?” Hattori kept his voice calm and as soothing as he could. “I know it hur’s, ‘m sorry, there’s nothin’ I can do ‘bou’ tha’ righ’ now.” He peeked down the hallway before retracing the steps he’d taken to get to the room, keeping himself as quiet as he could. “I need ya ta stay quie’ though, okay? If someones has come back, we dun wan’ them ta find us, so try as hard as ya can.”
“I’m…” Hakuba managed to breathe out the words, wincing as blood slipped from his lips to splatter against the floor. He was so tired. So very exhausted. “…try… ing.” The words came with a bubble of crimson and Hakuba closed his eyes again, shuddering with every exhale.
He would do all that he could to hold back the sounds that tore at his parched throat, but there was only so much he could do as his body twinged and ached, every single step of the way.
Please hurry, Hakuba prayed in silence. Please… I can’t… I can’t hold on much longer.