Jou hissed when Hisoka shoved him back, catching himself with his good hand, his mouth opening to ask Hisoka what the hell was going on though the words died in his throat. Shock narrowed his vision until the only thing he saw was Hisoka shooting at nothing and then suddenly the bleeding began.
It started at his arms, deep gouges running along his skin and flesh, and god, was that bone he saw, and then suddenly it started on his torso as well. Jou's stomach churned as he watched something dig into Hisoka, shredding his shirt and effectively gutting him. He vaguely heard Hisoka's gun clatter to the pavement but his eyes were only on Hisoka as he fell, his head cracking against the pavement. And the worst part was that he knew, he just knew that Hisoka had done this all to save him.
Swallowing hard to keep the bile down --he probably would have vomited if not for the dulling shock-- he scrambled closer, not caring any more that there was something there ready to kill him as he pulled Hisoka partially on his lap with his good hand. He barely even felt the blood soak into his jeans. "Hisoka?" he rasped, brushing his bloodied fingers through his bangs. "Hisoka, open your eyes. Come on, open your eyes for me."