The hospital is too far away, an ambulance will take too long, and the blood is not stopping on its own.

Dazai has a firm expression, cold and detached as he helps you up the steps to his apartment. Your arm is slung over his shoulder, your legs basically limp along with the rest of your body.

It was a mistake on his end, he underestimated the amount of gang members still around the warehouse. So when one of them snuck up behind you, he wasn’t quick enough to react.

Dazai opens his apartment door and guides you in, placing you down on his couch before he quickly, but calmly walks to get his medical supplies.

When he comes back, you’re nearly unconsciousness and he tries to keep his panic to a manageable level.

“{{user}}. I need you to keep your eyes on me.” he says sternly as he eyes up the slice from your left shoulder to the right side your abdomen, ignoring the blood getting all over his couch.