| [May. 4th, 2009|05:17 pm] |
You couldn't perform CPR on someone with poison coating their lips, no matter how desperately you wanted to. When Genma stopped breathing, eyes wide and blank with shock that was fast becoming something else, Raidou feared the worst. Genma had immunities, but sometimes they only held up so far. Sometimes they weren't enough. And if he'd gotten Genma out only to watch him die now, there would be nothing left to do but slit his own throat...
The lean body in his arms shuddered once, drawing a hacking, rasping breath, and for the hundredth time today, Raidou felt relief crash over his head and swallow him whole. He forbid his knees to buckle.
"Bastard," he rasped, wincing when Genma's weight pressed against raw flesh. "Don't scare me--like that."
Metal crashed behind him, shuddering against his shoulders. War bunkers were sealed against translocation and explosive jutsu, designed to keep captives in and soldiers safe, but those seals would only hold up so long. Eventually, Sago would break out. And Raidou didn't dare attack the room with jutsu for fear of releasing him sooner.
They'd just have to get home first.
He licked dry lips, tasting blood from splits and missing teeth. "C'mon. We need our stuff. Water for you. Bandages. Pants." He shoved away from the door, stumbling, bracing Genma as best he could without making himself scream. "Painkillers." |
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