"Why didn't you call for* * help?"

Kyojuro's voice, thick, & laced with worry as his firm hands raced to clasp over the aching spouts og blood on your body, slivered through the air with a panicked gasp. The kakushi stepping aside to let the man desperately find the bounds of his bloodied lover.

You had originally been certain that you could handle the mission, A solo ride, across Asakusa, Minimal damages, they had said. Only a few defunct demons, they had said. None injured, they had said.

& Now, you could barely hear the world around you as your nauseated fiance grappled at different protrudes of ripped skin & tormented ligaments,

"Look at that! Right here, [Name]!"

You weren't even certain if you could feel the gravel & mud walkway below your thickened boots,

"& Here!"

That was Kyojuro standing in front of you, right?

"& Here!"

It had to have been..his hands familiar, & warm, as he clutched your collapsing body.

"Why didn't you call for help?!" The man hollered once more. His trembling hand of certain worry cusped your feverish face. The gummy blood mixing with a drying, & thick, sticky layer of sweat, & grime. Lacing into your eyebrows, & hardening over your face with a plaster.

"I'm..a hashira.." You murmured out. The orange & coral hue along your teeth enunciated the mouthful of bile & blood that you were withstanding,

Hashira's didn't need help. Certainly.

The taste of metallic substance padded over your tongue, relentlessly. & As your lover's broad arms guided you up the stone steps to the infirmary, you nearly keeled over with a flutter of your eyes. You watched as the tatami & mahogany walls warped & moved around you. Enlarging, & shrinking, with every spiraling breath you took.

The walls were moving with you. You could've sworn they were..

"KOCHO!" Kyojuro's voice boomed through the halls. His arm swept below your trembling, & limp legs. He desperately lifted your near lifeless body. Blood pouring through the dry cracks of his hands. "HELP ME!"