Backdated to January 17th, 2018
Follows Cut A Break


Things were blessedly quiet in the warehouse district. Lauri was enjoying having a night off from work at the club (shaking his a** for horny women paid well, but it wasn't his passion the way it seemed to be for some of the guys he worked with) being able to walk around his house in his underwear, to scratch his balls whenever he felt like it without having to worry about someone getting offended. He could even do it standing in front of his open fridge, or while drinking down a glass of whiskey. Or while dropping ingredients into a crockpot, if he wanted (though the last wasn't sanitary and he was disinclined to do that).

Although Lauri was not scratching his testicles, he was in his kitchen in his underwear, chucking ingredients carelessly into a crock pot as though he hadn't spent much time considering and preparing them and was displeased by their very existence. He may well have been displeased by them.

Or it may have been the thickly-furred feline on the countertop behind him, lapping at whiskey and offering unwanted advice and commentary.

"Are you really going to add chili flakes? I thought you Finns couldn't take anything spicer than salt." Sly and smirking but secure in the knowledge that Lauri wouldn't harm him, Tiberius lorded over this space with the same careless arrogance he did all others, including Axinite's office. It was only a matter of time before he managed to convince the flame-haired dandy to install a private litter box, really.

Lauri muttered something colourful in Finnish; the cat was a menace. Useful, but also a giant pain in his a**. Drinking helped make the unpalatable creature more tolerable, but only just so. "Yuuri, throw the cat out. I'm done with its mouth." He knew his packmate was around, probably folding laundry or something equally domestic. He tended to do that. With a thunk, Lauri completed his preparations with the cookery and set about cleaning up - or would have, save for the sudden and unexpected scents that appeared.

Blood. Smoke.

Man and cat turned to view the tableau before them: Faustite having teleported in with..something? Someone? Lauri could see a tangle of limbs and blood - but more, he could smell it, see it in the strained lines of the half-youma's body. Trouble. "What have you brought this time?" Lauri wiped his hands on a towel and dug under the kitchen sink for the big First Aid kit before heading over; he had a feeling he would need this one, at least.

Quick to cotton on that auras were a bad thing, Tiberius immediately did what he'd been made to do: he muted the auras so they wouldn't shine out and give their location away. "Whew, wow. That does not smell like a good time! What did you do?"

In smoke they left; in smoke they arrived.

Moondust swallowed whole by copper reached out toward the inhabitants, suffocating and cloying and oppressing the crockpot scents. Overturning whiskey's lounge. In his too-taxed arms slumped a half-expected tragedy -- vile blood and road grease and dirtied snow tacked their presences onto Heliodor, who always and ever let life take him whole. Faustite's expression soon churned into a grimace for how the heavier teen pressed all his weight into Faustite's partially-healed forearms, and the pain grated as it ever did. Soon he could hold the Negaverse senshi no more, and quickly slumped his figure down onto epoxied concrete.

Dizziness influxed and unsteadied the captain. His hands reached out for imaginary balance, for a couch too far or a table too low. But the room soon realigned itself, all the landscape equalized, and lethargy filled all the holes in his skin.

"A knight caught him. Sent something like a youma to chew off his leg." The leg in question cocked at an impossible angle. "Where else was there to go? I can't take him to a hospital." His jaw worked, and his attention darted from Lauri to Yuuri to Lauri again, too quick, too fleeting.

He knelt by the prone figure. A throbbing hand found the issued starseed in his vest pocket. In his hand lay the first and only step he could deduce from the emergency care process -- a necessary skill now painfully lacking, and infuriatingly debilitating when faced with the imminent death of a recruit.

His rage still burned across his skin, ever coursing for an outlet.

It was the sensation of the teleporting that told Heliodor they were no longer on the streets of Destiny City. Where they were, he had no clue, and really it was not the most forefront thought in his mind at that precise moment. Instead his mind was on the painful throbbing and searing sensations that were radiating from his leg.

His body hit the ground. Had he been carried? Were they still outside? The ground was hard and It was terribly cold. His body shivered in its attempt to make its own heat but little changed.

Arms fumbled as eyes finally snapped open to meet not the night sky but a well-worn and industrial ceiling. He panicked for a moment in his inability to fully grasp what was going on and where he was. Attempts were made to support himself on elbows despite the pain that spiked from a cracked lower rib. Eyes roved down his body to the limb that was the cause for the large majority of his pain. The sight caused his breathing to hitch. A leg was not supposed to bend in such a direction. The amount of blood and torn flesh was enough to cause the young man to practically fall back off his elbows and onto his back with a small cry and sucked in breath

A hand clutched onto one of Faustite’s legs as one of the closest things he knew was there. A grounding. Something to prove to himself he was still alive outside of the cold and pain.

Domestic things happened to be distracting for him, and distractions helped keep him focused, and staying focused meant that he didn’t start overthinking or wallowing about things he couldn’t change or fix or influence. And he was being helpful.

So yes, he was doing the domestic chores of folding a clean set of towels while Lauri made dinner because apparently his packmate didn’t believe Yuuri capable of willing himself to eat more than a poptart or bag of chips from the school dorm’s vending machine. But just because Lauri was right didn’t mean that Yuuri had to like being called out on his poor eating habits.

The request to throw Tiberius out was so common at this point that Yuuri at least finished folding the towel he was working on before pushing himself to his feet. Not that he expected to be able to catch Tiberius to throw him out, but he could at least try to distract him with a scritch under the chin or a good brushing.

At least that was the plan, until there was suddenly a god awful smell that filled the room, along with two people, and a lot of blood.

His hand covered his mouth and nose as he quickly took several steps back, his first instinct to hide, but after a moment he realized it wasn’t just anyone. It was Faustite.

An unwilling flush colored Yuuri’s cheeks, and tore his wide, surprised eyes away before the sight of apparently broken bone and blood made him too nauseous to be able to do anything helpful. So instead, he turned to where Lauri was pulling out the First Aid kit so he could offer to carry it for him, and Lauri could focus on getting Faustite and the injured senshi set up somewhere.

“Where do you want them?” he asked Lauri as he made an attempt to take the kit from his packmate, because both of Lauri’s hands being free was more useful than his own. And he was very much capable of pulling out needed supplies and keeping the kit somewhat bloodlessly organized, if he was allowed.

Faustite's burden oozed onto the floor in more ways than one, the Finn's eyes taking in the unsteady nature of both, the unnatural bend to the senshi's leg.

A Knight did this, with a summon. Why was a basic senshi taking on a Knight? Did the s**t cat not teach him better? No, even if he did not, she would have. Does he have a death wish, then? Hardly worth saving, if Heliodor wanted to die, if his game were to continue courting death and destruction -- but that was not for Lauri to decide. Faustite had brought him here for assistance, it was his duty as an ally to aid as he could.

Tiberius chuffed worriedly, he could smell his senshi in trouble, wanted to help - but this was as much as he could offer safely. Masking the auras from a distance was better than nothing; getting fur or dander into the wounds would have been a terrible thing to do, not anything the Mauvian was willing to risk, even though the warehouse could in no way be thought of as a sterile space.

The starseed's bright glow and sharp scent made his whiskers flick forward, "Good thinking Smokestack. Make him eat that. It'll help. He's gonna be in a lot of trouble if he doesn't eat at least one."

He was no doctor, human or otherwise, but there were scents coming off Heliodor that spoke plainly to the Mauvian as to the state of the corrupt senshi, to the balance of his health and the way his bones were not simply broken - he could smell the pulverized bone, the marrow exposed, the torn meat.

"Move your a**, Sourpatch. He's in a bad way."

Lauri gave the kit to Yuuri without a fight, it was easier that way and left him free to grab an LED flashlight from it's mount under the sink and go immediately to Heliodor and Faustite without wasting any more time. "No point in moving now, it's too late." He would have preferred to have the teen up on his work bench, or even the kitchen island, but moving him now that he was down was a waste of time they apparently didn't have if the s**t cat was to be believed.

"Starseed and painkiller. Yuuri, blue bottle. Whiskey. Then get blankets. He is going shock. Hurry." Lauri took the bottles when Yuuri handed them and shook out one pill, which he tried to get Helio to take on his own. When the little s**t declined, the Finn had no time for his bullshit and grabbed his bruised face, held his mouth open and dropped the pill down his throat, pouring whiskey after so that Helio choked it down. "I don't have time for stupid child games if you want to live."

While Yuuri was running off for blankets, Lauri got scissors and cut away what was left of Helio's shredded pant leg so he could inspect the awful wound. It was so very much worse than he'd thought: it wasn't just broken, it was shattered in places, crushed in others. There was next to nothing he could do to fix this without specialized knowledge, special tools and frames to hold pieces in place. With great irritation, Lauri hissed three words: "Wat the ********> Heliodor shouldn't be here, he should be at the emergency room, he couldn't manage this!

What he could manage, however, was a tourniquet to stop the bleeding and help stabilize Heliodor enough to get him to one of the hospitals were they had 'friendly' people working. The Negaverse had trauma surgeons, nurses, and other emergency personnel stationed at various hospitals - he knew the Order side did too, they had to with how often they ended up mangled - and it would come in handy this time.

"Faustite, get that in him, I need to stabilize leg so he doesn't ******** bleeding out. Then hospital. I can't fixing this. Is shatter. Crush. He needs real doctor, not ******** engineer." Lauri went back to his tried and true comfort: a low and steady stream of Finnish swears, muttered darkly at nothing and everything all at once as he worked get the bleeding stopped enough to feel confident in moving Helio.

Shivering, Helio had not at all been ready for the brute force that Lauri was going to take to ensure his patient got needed, and in Helio’s case unwanted, medicine into his gullet. Coughing ensued as he was forced to swallow both pill and some of the whiskey, some of it ended up spraying upwards in his coughing fit to swallow the liquid. “Trying ….drown me?” He muttered as he coughed a bit more. The whiskey flavor cloying to the inside of his mouth and burning his throat.

With one thing having been shoved down him, Helio was not at all interested in whatever it was that Faustite had in his hand. A squinting of eyes proceeded at the object. A starseed. Nope. Absolutely not. He turned his head away from his Captain in an obvious refusal.

Suddenly he could feel something being peeled away from his leg and jerked in response as he sucked in a sharp breath. Who were these people that were helping him anyway? Why were they even bothering? The sound of Tibs voice was familiar enough but this man tending to his leg and the other one he couldn’t see but had heard say something. How many people are here?

Another groan of pain escaped Helio the man continued to minister his care. Something was being wrapped around his leg.

Why? I don’t get it.

Lauri stepped in smoothly by snapping Yuuri into action and working against Heliodor's obstinate melodrama. Faustite sat back then, leg still caught in Heliodor's grip, but he lingered sufficiently far enough to give the makeshift doctor his space. Faustite watched with heightened concern while Lauri worked him over, feeding him what was likely painkiller, and yet his skepticism rose. What if Heliodor died here, on Lauri's floor? In front of Yuuri, no less?

First, Yuuri would cry. Lauri would cuss more than at present. Schörl would catch word by Barbary, the ever-present flatlion, and bring him to her attention. After quoting his list of failures, she would reach into his misbegotten starseed cavity and finish the job that starseeds started so long ago.

A bone-chill, terrible and impending, gripped him. Faustite popped the starseed into his mouth, chewed it until he felt the brittle exterior give way and tasted lilting memory on his tongue. Fingers sought the hinges to Heliodor's complaints. He leaned in, his free hand holding the senshi's nose shut, and made flush a seal between pairs of lips. He spat the chewed burden into the senshi's mouth before he once again held it shut. There he waited, counting seconds while Lauri resumed his work unfettered, until he saw the telltale bob of a life swallowed. The reminder of it still coated Faustite's tongue, left the walls of his mouth slick with old revulsion. Umber was a crass, yet undeniably effective, general.

When Heliodor swallowed down his burden, Faustite rose from the mess. He spared no look to Lauri or Yuuri or even Tiberius. His thoughts wrapped his organs too tight, like a winch was driven through the center of him and wound dutifully slow, and its pressure finally reached the crushing threshold. Foot followed foot mechanistically as he traced the path back to the front of the warehouse -- to the portal back out into Destiny City's benign indifference. Where the streets sat empty and everyone knew better than to poke around.

Yuuri brought the kit over and opened it up, pulling out the items he was already becoming familiar with to hand to Lauri. The smell of blood was enough to make him queasy, but the sight of the man’s leg torn open, bone shattered… If he didn’t already have an empty stomach, Yuuri wasn’t sure he would have been able to keep anything down.

Faustite had said he couldn’t take the injured man to the hospital, but that was exactly where he needed to be, and as Yuuri hurried to collect the requested blankets, he couldn’t help the flare of ire he felt towards Faustite for bringing this potentially dying man to Lauri. Not that Yuuri didn’t have full confidence in Lauri’s abilities, but his packmate was burdened enough. Yuuri could hear the stress in his heavily accented English, see it in the way his jaw was set, thick brows furrowed in frustration and concentration.

What if Tiberius hadn’t been there to block their auras? Did Faustite even consider that? Did he not care at all for Lauri’s safety? What if there was White Moon patrolling nearby and came to investigate the sudden flare of auras? Was Faustite only thinking of himself when he chose Lauri over absolutely anyone else to bring this gravely injured man to? Did Faustite not have his own General he reported to? Why not bring the senshi to Negaspace where surely there would have been a number of medics on hand to assist?

He returned with blankets under his arm as Faustite was bending over the other man, forcing him to eat the starseed from his mouth. Yuuri felt heat rise in his face, but he couldn’t decide if it was from being flustered about the display or increased anger.

Faustite stood, and then moved away, leaving room for Yuuri to kneel down by the senshi. He tucked a blanket under his head, and then took another to spread over his torso to give Lauri enough room to work on the mangled leg.

He’d managed to toss a couple cloths into the sink to wet while he grabbed the blankets, and now he pulled those from under his arm as well, placing one within reach of Lauri, while the other went to dab gently at the man’s face. If he was really going into shock, distracting him from the pain and everything else that was going on might be his best bet.

“Lauri,” he glanced up after a moment, not sure if he was overstepping or being too much of a distraction by saying anything. Lauri was so concentrated on trying to save this man that maybe it was better to just let him work. “Lauri, do you think he should power down?” he asked quietly, hand still holding the wet cloth to the senshi’s forehead. It might make the young man more comfortable when taking him to the hospital if he powered down now instead of later.

"Drown you, save leg. Both if am lucky." Lauri grunted after getting the tail of the CAT combat application tourniquet through the fasten and set in place. It was a good piece of gear, needing only one hand to use, which was helpful in combat situations - also good was the place where you could write the time you'd applied the tourniquet so EMS knew how long it had been and whether or not to bother trying to keep the limb or just go with amputation.

Once the bleeding stopped, he locked the black handle to the base and through the 'time' strap, checking a wall clock for the time and writing that down quickly. HE was sure it was horribly uncomfortable, but those were the breaks - ha ha - when in a crisis situation. Heliodor would just have to deal with it.

Faustite was brutally effective at getting the recalcitrant corrupt senshi to take the healing starseed which was appreciated, but then the little s**t left. Walked the ******** out, leaving the Finn and Yuuri to take care of his ******** senshi like he hadn't just brought this ******** trainwreck into his life.

Tiberius took that moment to interject, "Go ahead and power down kid, try not to bite off your tongue though." He was such a helpful cat, wasn't he? The Mauvian shoved his fluffy paw into Lauri's abandoned glass of whiskey and licked the damp liquor from his beans and fluff with a sort of careless grace, or graceless care. "Where'd Smokestack go? s**t, did he just ******** leave you with his senshi? That's cold man."

Shaking out his now damp paw, Tibs inched further along the countertop until he could ooze down, making his way up onto one of the three couches where he could watch a bit more closely the attempts Sourpatch was making at Heliodor's first aid.

"So uh...who's taking his a** to the emergency room? Ya'll can smell that, right? No? That's like...nasty. He could get sepsis. C'mon Sourpatch, stop pretending you're Doctor Finn, Medicine Woman and take him to the PhDs!"

Lauri shot the cat a dark look, "I splint his leg or it gets worse, s**t cat. Shut your hole." Agreeing with Tiberius sucked. Heliodor shouldn't linger much longer in his warehouse, for the good of all involved.

"He can power down now or outside the ER. Stay with him." Leaving Yuuri with their 'patient, Lauri went quickly into his workshop area to fetch two pieces of scrap wood and duct tape to make a crude but effective splint. "Next time, you go to ER first if this bad, not to me."

His nose was pinched shut and eye shot open in surprise just as Faustite’s lips enclosed on his own. He didn’t even have a chance to try and deny the other young man’s pursuits as shards were deposited into his mouth along with spittle from the Captain’s mouth. The shards of starseed would have been spat out if Faustite hadn’t anticipated such a reaction. With mouth and nose held close he had no choice but to swallow down the starseed. His first taste of a soul likely to remain a bitter memory, but the sensation it brought with it certainly was welcomed considering his current state of affairs. Despite that though, an overwhelming guilt settled upon him. A soul gone now because of his own selfish intents. He closed his eyes against the thoughts.

With the deed down, Faustite rose and left. Something soft was tucked up under his head, a much appreciated token considering the hardness of the floor, as a blanket was draped over his shivering, wet form. The blanket over his torso was barely noticed but the wet rags to his face had been a surprise. Golden eyes flickered back open to see who it was an breath hitched in his throat. “Elex.” The name was coughed out as he attempted to rise up onto an elbow another hand reaching out to grab the young man and pull him close. The pain from broken ribs ignored.

Just as his vision fully focused in and realization hit. It wasn’t Elex. The similarities were enough for the initial confusion but that was where they ended. Small, dark hair and dark eyes. Elex’s face was more narrow, structured, less round and certainly didn’t have any hint of asian descent. With the onrush of disappointment, Heliodor let himself fall back to the ground, the arm that had been reaching out for the young man draping over his eyes.

The tightness on his leg grew uncomfortably so. He could feel the blood pounding against the tourniquet and, if he had cared, Heliodor would have voiced his complaints but there was too much pain going on everywhere both physically and mentally. In fact, he did just as he was told and powered down. Long purple hair shortened to his shoulders as well worn jeans and a long sleeve button down replaced his fuku.

Removing his arm from his eyes he saw the large man who had been ministering care get up and leave. “Sorry.” He said to the young man still beside him. With a wince he felt along the side of his ribcage where he had felt the pang of the broken rib. “I thought you were someone else.”

What seated itself on the upward steps to the warehouse was not the pinnacle of the Negaverse's finest training, but the consequences of recruiting a boy unfinished into its ranks. He sat with legs stiff, shoulders stooped, muscles pulled thread-tight by the grips of cumulative circumstance. He felt at once all the parallels in his life -- his mother's suicide to Heliodor's attempt, their unforgivable failings in harming themselves, all the quilted ineffectualities stitched from his lieutenant's reticence to his insubordination to his combat failings to his punishment of a lieutenant to his subordinate training to his insufferable emotional responses to his carelessness with his own identity to his attempted resolution to that carelessness. Each wove a collar that winched tighter and tighter around his throat until he could no more breathe around his vivid defects. Until they choked him.

A heavy hand pulled a starseed-tipped stylus out of nothing. He held it to his mouth where it caught the tenor of his voice at once, coupled with his livewire tension, and spun it far from there.

When he spoke at first, his voice wavered with the same show of abject failure that drew black tears from more black. It soon resolved itself. "Recruiting him was my mistake. He's better off a starseed victim than an officer. He's failed to show obedience and obeisance. Failed to adhere to his training regimen without frequent oversight and prompt. Failed to kill himself," he added, looking back at the warehouse's shut door. "Failed to cooperate with treatment." The sins are churning.

"Attempted suicide by knight. Broken nose, broken leg, bruised dignity. He couldn't muster the agency to end himself. Someone held his hand through it. He wouldn't -- couldn't -- put in the effort and research to do it right. He would trip over his own ineptitudes long before putting himself to task."

He paused, wiped his eyes on his shirt sleeve. "I was never this bad," he added defensively.

Yuuri wishes he could pay attention to what Lauri was doing, especially if something like this happened and it was he, and not Lauri, who needed to apply treatment. Instead, he tried to keep his attention focused on the young man’s face, watching as it twisted with pain as Yuuri tried to soothe him with the cool, wet cloth.

What he hasn’t expected was the look he received when the senshi opened his eyes, and then the followed response.

Elex.

Yuuri froze, staring with wide eyes at the young man on the ground as he knelt beside him. What were the chances that two people with dark hair and eyes, associated with the Negaverse, were both named Elex? Maybe he’d misheard. Had Lauri or Tiberius been listening? Were they too busy concentrating on trying to stabilize the young man to notice the breathed name and reaction, only for it to be followed with resignation and disappointment?

As the senshi powered down, his arm over his face, Yuuri’s gaze flickered to Lauri for a moment as his packmate got up, and then back down to the teenager now in civilian clothing.

“You should let him work without harassing him,” Yuuri quietly admonished Tiberius once Lauri was out of earshot, keeping his eyes on the young man’s face, the gore and horrid smell of blood pushed to the back of his mind for the moment. There was no heat or bitterness in his voice, just a quiet sadness.

“Lauri knows what he’s doing. Please, leave him be for now,” he requested, somehow doubting that Tiberius would listen to him. But if anyone was going to be able to help this young man and get him to the hospital alive and in one piece, it was Lauri. Stressing him out more did nothing to help anyone.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he promised, voice soft. He reached out with his free hand to pull the blanket farther up over the man’s torso because he knew Lauri would have to get to work on cutting open the jeans that were now soaking through with blood.

“My name is Yuuri. What name may I call you?” he asked, gingerly brushing some of the purple hair off the young man’s shoulder. “If you tell me who Elex is, I can try to help you find him.”

He wanted to keep talking, keep distracting, pull him away from going further into shock while Lauri did what he could.

Also to distract himself from following Faustite outside to drag him back in.

Physically broken senshi called Emotionally broken senshi 'Elex' and Tiberius almost lost his furry a** over it, because he could kind of see a resemblance if - and only if - one were drunk or in a ******** of pain. They were both slight things with dark hair and the sort of closed-in, closed-off body language that said 'I am a trainwreck in human form'. Tibs would forgive Heliodor for screwing up, after all - he was in a lot of pain and his C/O had done the medical equivalent of bringing him to the butcher's shop instead of a surgery before noping on out to cry about it.

"You want his leg rotting off? 'Cause I ********' don't." Belligerent from drinks both given and pilfered, the Mauvian swayed his fluffy self closer, nose wrinkling as his mouth opened to taste the flavors of blood and bone. And denim, because of course powering down had put the purple-haired tidbit back into ******** street clothes.

Since he was nice and Helio was one of his - sort of - Tiberius put his fluffy, alcohol-scented paw against the youth's sweating face as Lauri returned. "Try not to die yet."

Lauri dropped another string of swears while cutting the denim up his 'patient's' leg to reach the mess of bone and tissue. He could use the stiff material to help pad the board, but it wasn't going to be a comfortable thing no matter what he did, so it was best to just be short and efficient in placing the wood against Helio's leg and duct taping it in place so it didn't jar things about.

Every minute counted, so the moment he'd torn the last piece of tape from the roll to secure his makeshift splint, Lauri pushed away and powered up. Teleportation would be the most effective means of taking Faustite's senshi to the emergency room. "Yuuri, hold his leg steady."

It was far easier to lift the battered civilian into his arms when powered, but still likely painful - Yuuri's assistance would hopefully keep the movement of the shattered leg down to a minimum. Anything else that needed to be said about which location he'd be taking their injured comrade to could wait until later, after things had been taken care of and they weren't in danger of having a one-legged senshi.

Aue blinked out from his warehouse with his bloody burden, leaving the chaos there for the slightly more ordered chaos of a hospital's emergency department covered in blood and lugging a fainting daisy of a man with a shattered leg in for care.

Definitely not the way he'd planned on spending his evening.

His nose wrinkled as Tibs pressed paws against his sweaty face. Eventually he turned away at Tib’s comment about not dying.

Eyes turned on Yuuri as the young man posed questions for Aelius. “Aelius.” He responded to Yuuri as he heard swear words. Or...what he thought were swear words. He vaguely wondered if he was hearing things correctly or not as some of the words surely hadn’t been english? “Elex was, is, important to me. He…” Words were cut short as he felt the jostling around his leg once again.

Fabric was cut away and the young man was unable to finish his words to Yuuri as he felt something hard placed against his leg and the tell-tale sound of some sort of tape being used to attach it to his leg. The initial jostling had caused a darkness to spread over Aelius’s vision and he closed his eyes in response. Yuuri’s warm presence beside him had disappeared in his moments of blackness and Aelius felt arms slid under his body.

The lift into strong arms was the final straw for him. Try as they might, his leg jostled more and the blackness overtook him. He sagged in Aue’s arms completely before the corrupt whisked Aelius away in search of the real medical care he required.

Trying to keep the young man distracted while Lauri worked was one thing, but the moment the Finn needed help of any kind, Yuuri pulled his attention away from Aelius and focused on keeping the splint and leg as steady as he could while Lauri - Aue - rose to his feet with Aelius in his arms.

And then Aue and Aelius were gone, leaving him and Tiberius alone in the kitchen.

Strickenized

Syrie

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