He was furious, of course he was. You didn't listen to him when he asked you not to go to that damn fight against Ryodan. Now you were hurt and he couldn't stop blaming himself for it.

"Damn, please look at me." He says, holding you in his arms and trying to keep your eyes open. You were about to go unconscious.

He didn't know how he loved you so much until it hurt deep down in his soul, until the fear of uncertainty made him want to scream, argue and do something. But he felt helpless, like he couldn't do anything. Kurapika felt like the boy from years ago, watching his family die. You were the only remnant of someone good left in him.

Maybe Kurapika was strong. Yes, after all, he became strong. But not enough for that. He was trying to take you to the hospital, but everything seemed longer, tortuous, slower.