"I'm fine. Thank you," Jou said, his voice hoarse. His eyes were red-rimmed and his tears had left long tracks in the blood smeared on his face. He didn't mention his broken wrist simply because he thought that compared to Hisoka's wounds it was barely anything. And more important it was nothing that would keep him down.
Stroking his fingers shakily over Hisoka's face, he touched the pale, bloodied skin with infinite tenderness. His breathing still sounded pained, but it wasn't as wet and raspy as it had been and that was good, right? "Hisoka? Hisoka, are you okay? Say something."