[Faintly, he could hear the twist of metal, but he wasn't sure if it was real or not. What was real were his brother's hands on him, lowering him down. Carefully, he lowered his hands to his sides, trying not to howl at the pain of moving at all. Everything seemed far away, and he closed his eyes. Falling asleep... maybe if he just slept things would be better when he woke up. Maybe this would just be a nightmare.]
Wake him up!
[Ryouma's order was sharp and immediate. Shutting down those systems... well. Takatora could be repaired. A fragile human body, not so easily. He knew how Takatora felt about his brother... but it didn't look good.]
A minute and a half. The sirens should be coming in range now, at the edge of your hearing. ... But you may need to prepare for the worst. I can't tell the extent of his injuries, but judging from what I saw... he probably has some deep lacerations. He may have a punctured lung, or maybe both. His legs and arm don't look like they're responding properly and they might be shattered. He -
[Micchy coughed and tried to lift his head, red flecks flying through the air. He was so tired... and he felt so far away. Every movement was painful now that the adrenaline rush was gone.]
... He's definitely punctured his lung at the very least. Tilt him onto his less-injured side carefully with his good arm tucked under his head and his head tilted up so he doesn't vomit and suffocate himself. It's going to cause him pain, but at this point everything will.
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Wake him up!
[Ryouma's order was sharp and immediate. Shutting down those systems... well. Takatora could be repaired. A fragile human body, not so easily. He knew how Takatora felt about his brother... but it didn't look good.]
A minute and a half. The sirens should be coming in range now, at the edge of your hearing. ... But you may need to prepare for the worst. I can't tell the extent of his injuries, but judging from what I saw... he probably has some deep lacerations. He may have a punctured lung, or maybe both. His legs and arm don't look like they're responding properly and they might be shattered. He -
[Micchy coughed and tried to lift his head, red flecks flying through the air. He was so tired... and he felt so far away. Every movement was painful now that the adrenaline rush was gone.]
... He's definitely punctured his lung at the very least. Tilt him onto his less-injured side carefully with his good arm tucked under his head and his head tilted up so he doesn't vomit and suffocate himself. It's going to cause him pain, but at this point everything will.