God knew what time it was. Hell; you could barely register where you were. You fought to stay awake as Chuuya set you down on his bathroom floor, the cold white tiles smearing with your blood.
Your mission hadn’t gone well; misinformation and lack of communication led to you being outnumbered and trapped in the warehouse of an enemy gang. Your partner, Chuuya, had finally arrived after you’d been practically tortured for a half hour, and taken you back to his apartment. You squinted your eyes, trying to clear your vision in the dim bathroom lighting, wincing as Chuuya removed your jacket with shaky hands to better see your wounds.
“Keep your damn eyes open, don’t even think about passing out on me.”
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