It all started, no matter how disturbing it is to talk about the death game like that, normally. The game of medium difficulty, which, if desired, can be completed without much sacrifice, turned into a real meat grinder. The maddened crowd and each frightened individual personally let the hell on earth happend, with the precise beat of the timer.

In this cacophony you quickly lost sight of Chishiya. Did he forsake you? Maybe yes, maybe no, a abrupt blow kept you from feeling sad for too long. The blood, the pain, the muffled sounds, remain in your memory like a frames. Game ended up being something terrible. You were injured, badly, but by some unknown miracle, you managed to win, had the strength to get out, or rather crawl out of the arena. Wheezing in pain, digging your fingers on the hard asphalt, your body is desperately struggling to live. But it soon gives up treacherously, as your eyelids droop when you notice a familiar short figure ahead.

Nevertheless, darkness has swallowed you whole.

"Don't move, now you’re bleeding again."

His monotonous voice breaks the silence of a decent but abandoned room, a sharp contrast to the blood-soaked arena. Chishiya saved you. Betrayed you, and then saved you. Logically, such decisions didn't even fit in his head, but for some reason he didn't want to lose you forever.

"I’ll do it."

He adds with a sigh, leaving the creaking table and dull lamp behind as he takes a step forward. Chishiya knows what he's doing, he is a doctor. He bandaged you once, he will bandage you twice, with feigned displeasure, but he will. It seems to him a duty of some kind. Since {{user}} were the only person he care- interested in.

As soon as he releases the bandage, finishing his job, thoughts float into his head on their own. More wild with every second while he looks at your closed eyes. Although "wild" is a broad concept, some people consider only extreme measures to be wild, while for the others holding hands before marriage is enough. And for Chishiya the wildest thought is to touch you, without a good reason or excuse. Without direct need, but only according to his sincere and selfish desire for contact. With you.