Moving carefully, Raidou reached out and wrapped his fingers around Genma's uninjured arm, closer to his elbow than his hand. Genma still flinched, pulling away, jerking around to stare wild-eyed as the syringe fell from his fingers.

"Easy, loverboy," Raidou murmured, without releasing his hold. "Take it easy."

For a tense moment, recognition warred with panic on Genma's face, then he took a shallow breath and leaned very slightly forward again. Raidou rubbed his thumb over the sensitive skin just below Genma's elbow, feeling a heartbeat that was far too fast. Chakra stripped past the edge of ragged. There was black still lining Genma's lips.

But he'd taken the morphine first. Whatever Sago had done to him, however newly broken his hand was, Genma was still thinking. More than thinking, he was taking care of both them by looking after himself first.

Though damn if Raidou didn't want some of his own morphine.

"Just breathe a sec," he said instead, and rubbed Genma's arm one more time before he pulled his hand back. "You look half a step from keeling over, and I need you around for the conversation, if nothing else." He needed Genma to stop moving while there was blood still pouring freely from that broken hand; the bedsheets beneath his friend were already splattered and soaked.

Tourniquet. Bandages. Painkillers. Clothes. They had to get out of here.

He needed two working hands for that.

Raidou bit his tongue in favour of clamping his jaw, and snapped his dislocated thumb back into place. He shuddered once, breath hissing through blood-stained teeth, tension crawling over his shoulders, and rode out the wave of pain streaking up his arm.

When it was over, he started to reach for the syringe Genma had dropped.