[he was breathing, just barely but he was breathing. he could barely focus on anything, there was a ringing in his ears and everything was starting to go blurry. there was an intense pain all over his body, and he clenched his teeth as he felt hot waves of pure agony roll over him.
ishida knew that weiss was near him, that she was giving orders, and that she was calming everyone down in the situation. he knew that she was trying her best, and he also knew that deep down she must have been afraid as well. she was scared for him, for his well being, and he felt bad for making her even worry. if only he had his scroll, if only he had a way of contacting her at all before meeting with emerald and mercury.
he was bleeding out on the floor due to the large gashed across his chest and back. bones were broken, certainly, and he turned to look at weiss when she asked him to hold her hand. he did grab it, firmly, and he held her with all his might.
ishida tried to say something- but then he coughed up blood, splattering it all over her and her clothes. internal bleeding... perfect. he had seen the cases back home while living with his father, and he knew that he was in a dire situation. if he didn't get help he could die...
he refused to let that happen though. he swallowed the thick liquid in his mouth, his blue eyes staring into her own.]
[ It didn't sound as confident as the other orders she'd given out, more pleading than anything else. But his grip was firm, which meant he was still alive. The doctor was on the way, and Weiss...
she had to do something or he was going to bleed out. ]
On a scale of one to ten how terrible of an idea do you think it is for me to try to channel my aura into you like I would a weapon or a baguette or..
[ It sounded like an idea she was thinking of in a panic. that deep, deep gash was calling to her, and though she was speaking quietly enough that only Ishida could hear. It's probably a bad idea that won't work, but it also might at least heal him up enough that he's not going to die before the doctor arrives. It could, right? It had to. ]
Not that it's that terrible, but.. [ Nice comforting talents, Weiss. ] It could use a little help.
[...what was she saying? to put her aura into him? that wasn't even possible was it?
ishida knew it wasn't possible, he had never seen that used in his father's clinic at all. though, he did want to make her feel better, make her feel like she was making a difference, so he just nodded at her. he smiled a bit, a reassuring one, before he coughed again.]
[ She'd prefer that Ishida would be honest with her. She's not the type to like things to be sugar-coated, but right now she can't exactly be mad at him. Later, sure, but for now..
Well, what else is she going to do? Weiss leans forward, putting her hands over his wound as she applies pressure, concentrating and trying to channel her aura into that wound. ]
Anything?
[ She couldn't see well with her hands applying pressure to try to slow the bleeding regardless. ]
[he was curious if this would work as well, however. when she attempted to help him he still felt nothing, and he sadly shook his head. his breathing was getting heavier and he held her hand tighter, feeling more of the agony wash over him.
ah, but it was starting to lessen, the pain was dying down... this wasn't good.]
Weiss- [his breathing hitched in his throat.] Weiss... please- [he had so many things he wanted to say but he simply couldn't say them right now.]
[ At some point she had closed her eyes, praying to who knows what to just save him. The person with the towels had come back by then and Weiss opened her eyes wide when Ishida spoke again. Okay, not working. Right. ]
I know it hurts, but if I don't apply pressure, you're going to bleed out. [ The only other thing she could think of to do would be to cauterize the wound, but if she wasn't careful, it would just cause him to bleed internally because of where it was. She reaches for one of the hot towels and places it against his wound, this time using the towel instead of her hand. Hopefully it'll at least warm the area up, maybe stimulate it a little. ]
[he nods at her words, knowing that she was meant to hold the towel against his wounds. when she pressed the towel to him he sucked in a breath, in pain, but he held it together. for a moment he thought if only inoue were here, her healing semblance was something he needed.]
We'll... get back at them... [he was certain they would, he didn't think he would die here- because he couldn't.]
[ Just so she knows who she needs to end if she loses her friend here. Because Weiss is a good person, she is. But she's experienced enough loss, and the look on her face is more than concerned now that Ishida's the only one close enough to see her. She leans into the wound with her left hand and reaches up to brush his hair out of his face with her other. The door's opening now, and the doctor rushing in. Thank gods (brother gods?) for small towns not requiring a lot of travel time. ]
[ishida was barely paying attention to anything else besides looking up at weiss's face. he had always considered her beautiful, elegant even, and everything about her was meant to be perfection. but also he knew that she wasn't perfect, that she was also loud, sometimes demanding, short tempered, but that was what made her oh so beautiful as well.
right, she was asking him a question.
his breathing was labored, but by now the doctors were rushing in. they said not to move him, for everyone to stand back until they could stabilize him. now their semblance resembled something like healing, at least enough to stop the bleeding so they could work on patching him up. they cut open his clothes, stripped him down so they could work on his wounds as ishida tried to answer her.]
...Green haired girl... along with that-... that boy that f-fights with his feet. [what were their names now? it was all escaping him in the moment.]
[ As much as Weiss would like to say she's remaining level-headed, there's fear. But more than that, there was anger. She doesn't know exactly what their role in all of this was, but you don't join a team and not know who your leader is. Whatever they lost that day, they were a part of it. She was sure of it. They weren't going to take anything else from her. They weren't going to take Ishida from her. ]
When you're healed, we'll go after them. Together.
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ishida knew that weiss was near him, that she was giving orders, and that she was calming everyone down in the situation. he knew that she was trying her best, and he also knew that deep down she must have been afraid as well. she was scared for him, for his well being, and he felt bad for making her even worry. if only he had his scroll, if only he had a way of contacting her at all before meeting with emerald and mercury.
he was bleeding out on the floor due to the large gashed across his chest and back. bones were broken, certainly, and he turned to look at weiss when she asked him to hold her hand. he did grab it, firmly, and he held her with all his might.
ishida tried to say something- but then he coughed up blood, splattering it all over her and her clothes. internal bleeding... perfect. he had seen the cases back home while living with his father, and he knew that he was in a dire situation. if he didn't get help he could die...
he refused to let that happen though. he swallowed the thick liquid in his mouth, his blue eyes staring into her own.]
I'll... recover. [he has to.]
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[ It didn't sound as confident as the other orders she'd given out, more pleading than anything else. But his grip was firm, which meant he was still alive. The doctor was on the way, and Weiss...
she had to do something or he was going to bleed out. ]
On a scale of one to ten how terrible of an idea do you think it is for me to try to channel my aura into you like I would a weapon or a baguette or..
[ It sounded like an idea she was thinking of in a panic. that deep, deep gash was calling to her, and though she was speaking quietly enough that only Ishida could hear. It's probably a bad idea that won't work, but it also might at least heal him up enough that he's not going to die before the doctor arrives. It could, right? It had to. ]
Not that it's that terrible, but.. [ Nice comforting talents, Weiss. ] It could use a little help.
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ishida knew it wasn't possible, he had never seen that used in his father's clinic at all. though, he did want to make her feel better, make her feel like she was making a difference, so he just nodded at her. he smiled a bit, a reassuring one, before he coughed again.]
Try it.
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Well, what else is she going to do? Weiss leans forward, putting her hands over his wound as she applies pressure, concentrating and trying to channel her aura into that wound. ]
Anything?
[ She couldn't see well with her hands applying pressure to try to slow the bleeding regardless. ]
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ah, but it was starting to lessen, the pain was dying down... this wasn't good.]
Weiss- [his breathing hitched in his throat.] Weiss... please- [he had so many things he wanted to say but he simply couldn't say them right now.]
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I know it hurts, but if I don't apply pressure, you're going to bleed out. [ The only other thing she could think of to do would be to cauterize the wound, but if she wasn't careful, it would just cause him to bleed internally because of where it was. She reaches for one of the hot towels and places it against his wound, this time using the towel instead of her hand. Hopefully it'll at least warm the area up, maybe stimulate it a little. ]
Talk to me, Uryuu.
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We'll... get back at them... [he was certain they would, he didn't think he would die here- because he couldn't.]
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[ Just so she knows who she needs to end if she loses her friend here. Because Weiss is a good person, she is. But she's experienced enough loss, and the look on her face is more than concerned now that Ishida's the only one close enough to see her. She leans into the wound with her left hand and reaches up to brush his hair out of his face with her other. The door's opening now, and the doctor rushing in. Thank gods (brother gods?) for small towns not requiring a lot of travel time. ]
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right, she was asking him a question.
his breathing was labored, but by now the doctors were rushing in. they said not to move him, for everyone to stand back until they could stabilize him. now their semblance resembled something like healing, at least enough to stop the bleeding so they could work on patching him up. they cut open his clothes, stripped him down so they could work on his wounds as ishida tried to answer her.]
...Green haired girl... along with that-... that boy that f-fights with his feet. [what were their names now? it was all escaping him in the moment.]
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[ As much as Weiss would like to say she's remaining level-headed, there's fear. But more than that, there was anger. She doesn't know exactly what their role in all of this was, but you don't join a team and not know who your leader is. Whatever they lost that day, they were a part of it. She was sure of it. They weren't going to take anything else from her. They weren't going to take Ishida from her. ]
When you're healed, we'll go after them. Together.