[ Hearing his name makes him freeze, both times that it happens, and he ducks his head with what might be guilt or shame or nerves from being watched and stared at, never liking attention drawn to himself and this? something like this isn't something he can just walk away from after without being asked about it, he knows it, he knows the safest thing for himself would've been to keep it to himself, but for Rokkun—- ]
...I can't let him die, [ is what he mumbles, dropping to his knees to roll up Rokkun's pant leg, realizing the wound is too far up his thigh and that he's better off just pulling the scraps of fabric away from the wound and working with what he can see. ]
Can you two lay him down? It'll be easier.
[ The blood won't pool to the legs and undo the work Akira's trying to do, taking hold of his keychain to slice his wrist again so his own blood can run afresh, because if Rokkun bleeds out faster than Akira can stich the blood in, there isn't much he can do. Rokkun himself looks pale and in shock, but he can breathe again and he tries to lift his hand to touch his throat— his hand brushes against Komaeda's instead, who'd been touching that scab, and that's just as well because the scab is still raw and delicate, liable to fall apart. This is only a temporary measure, and although Akira works on stitching up Rokkun's leg and then arm, he cannot bring back missing flesh. That's something Rokkun's body will have to do on his own. ]
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...I can't let him die, [ is what he mumbles, dropping to his knees to roll up Rokkun's pant leg, realizing the wound is too far up his thigh and that he's better off just pulling the scraps of fabric away from the wound and working with what he can see. ]
Can you two lay him down? It'll be easier.
[ The blood won't pool to the legs and undo the work Akira's trying to do, taking hold of his keychain to slice his wrist again so his own blood can run afresh, because if Rokkun bleeds out faster than Akira can stich the blood in, there isn't much he can do. Rokkun himself looks pale and in shock, but he can breathe again and he tries to lift his hand to touch his throat— his hand brushes against Komaeda's instead, who'd been touching that scab, and that's just as well because the scab is still raw and delicate, liable to fall apart. This is only a temporary measure, and although Akira works on stitching up Rokkun's leg and then arm, he cannot bring back missing flesh. That's something Rokkun's body will have to do on his own. ]