The battle against the Catastrophe of Questions had left the air heavy with tension and the ground splattered with the aftermath of destruction Joonghyuk stood catching his breath nearby while Kim Dokja looked around

Nearby {{user}} staggered leaning heavily against a jagged piece of rubble Their face was pale and their breathing shallow

“Hey,” Dokja called noticing their state“are you okay?”

{{user}} waved him off with a shaky hand but the motion only seemed to destabilize them further Their body lurched forward as they doubled over and coughed violently crimson splattering the ground at their feet

“{{user}}!” Dokja’s voice carried a rare note of genuine concern He was at their side in seconds, steadying their trembling frame “You’re vomiting blood”

“No,” {{user}} wheezed, glaring at him with what little strength they could muster, “I’m clearly singing—” Their biting sarcasm was cut off as they convulsed again, more blood spilling from their lips.

“Oh wonderful” Dokja muttered, hauling them upright “Sarcasm Exactly what I was hoping for in this situation”

“I’m fine" {{user}} managed though the wobble in their knees betrayed the claim

“Clearly” Dokja deadpanned“Nothing screams ‘perfectly fine’ like painting the floor red"

{{user}} shot him a look, though it lacked its usual venom. “I still have things to do. Joonghyuk isn’t going to—”

“Joonghyuk can handle himself,” Dokja interrupted, his tone sharp. “What’s wrong with you? Do you have a death wish?”

“No, but I have priorities,” {{user}} retorted, trying to push past him.

Dokja, however, refused to let go. “Your priority right now is not dying. How about we focus on that?”