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[So. Let's put this on the new continent of Zodion since why the hell not, and Japan was out and got in some crazy fight somehow. He won... for now?! Meaning he's at least alive but he's bleeding from his head and it's all over and basically I suck at explanations but look at the cool icon I got to use ok. LMAO I'M SORRY I'M SO HIDEOUS

But so he'll be wiping at his face with a gloved hand as he steps through the door of their hut house thing, the only time he doesn't bother to remove his shoes as he looks around.]

Hong Kong...

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[He wants to be comforting. He really does. But how comforting can he be in a state like this. Walking over and hugging him like this would just be cruel at this point. He instead moves in and starts looking through cabinets or drawers as best he can for bandages, or anything to help. Trying to keep a straight face.

He needs to explain too, though... Trying not to be breathing heavy though it only works so well.]

I am fine, but there was... Some sort of creature, like... [Before... Agh he's pretty dizzy. How much of a failure is he being to Hong Kong right now! That's all that's on his mind. He has to be stronger.]

Hong Kong should stay close with me.

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...

[O-oh... He starts moving to help look for... useful things too. Even though if anyone knows what useful things they have in this hovel it'd be him. His mind's a little blank right now and he's completely surprised when his legs give out. Rather than get up he stays on the floor hyperventilating.

That's... a lot of blood. he is probably the most terrible person to be dependent on when grievously injured LOL...]

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Hong Kong!

[DAMN IT poor Hong Kong. Japan's not sure what to do though. Probably because he's bleeding so much that he's getting dizzy and even looking down at his hand it's all over his glove... If he steps closer it probably won't help, and yet all he can think to do is to half-stumble as he kneels beside Hong Kong, one hand going to his shoulder.]

Are you okay? [yes he asks this while bleeding shh] I'm... I am fine, so please don't worry... [HE DOESN'T KNOW this would be a bad situation clearly]

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[JUST A BIT. Hong Kong flinches the slightest at the bloody hand on his shoulder, turning his face away. Blinking though his senses clear a bit.]

Nihon...

[It's a quiet rasp, but it's something. Turning back he opens his arms for Japan to fall into. Because... a hug is totally the best thing here. That'll. Totally heal Japan miraculously. Yes.]

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Forgive me...

[It's a little quiet as he hesitates but eventually moves in to accept that hug, trying to hold back a cough or two because I am fucking dramatic why not. He should be getting up and finding things to help himself, but he feels pretty tired... He needs to help Hong Kong here though...! He was so close.

But he killed that thing... That's good right?...]

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[Hong Kong closes his arms around Japan, but he doesn't really know what to do.]

You're hurt... [The sobs just sort of come unknowingly.] Nihon...

[The most enlightening of comments sure. But he's really freaking out here. His hands are bloody now, but he hasn't quite noticed yet as he starts searching through his pockets.]

Let me... Let me call a paramedic....

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No-- [Paramedic... There are no paramedics here right? He reaches to take Hong Kong's hand, frowning a bit when he realizes he's probably only making it worse.]

There... bandages. [He's shifting to stand up (though it's noticeably wobbly as he does) and move to shuffle through things again. He can't ask Hong Kong to do this for him... If he can still move...!] Surely there is some sort of first aid kit around here? [He might have to lean against a dresser though.]

Or... just cloth, perhaps...

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[Hong Kong drags himself up as well a little more hurriedly. B-bandaids... He stares a bit longer before it finally clicks in his brain and he starts tearing through cupboards and drawers, throwing things aside as he looks. Eventually he has a pot of water set to boil on the stove, the sewing kit he made up earlier in the week, a towel and he drags the curtains off the wall.]

S-sit down.

[And he'll. Do things... Some sort of things. He's still not quite sure.]

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[Japan looks to Hong Kong at that suggestion, stomach sinking at the realization. That he really can't do much more. That he has to put Hong Kong through this... That he already has, really. Agh... He wants to apologize. But that won't help.

Glancing away in shame he moves to find a chair, sitting a little roughly but at least he doesn't fall over. And immediately he starts unbuttoning his own jacket, which is probably not in the best condition... He tosses it aside, shakily removing his gloves so they can follow as well.]

Hong Kong... [Don't worry is what he wants to say. But. ....Really.]

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[Once the water boils Hong Kong soaks a part of the towel and sets to dabbing away the blood so he can find the wounds. His hands don't shake and his expression is as blank as ever -maybe a little blanker...- but he feels like the room's spinning. Everything feels so precarious... ... ... Even his own body feels distant. Numb.]

Oh... I've never done this before.

[That is incredibly stupid to say, but he's not really functioning at top wit right now. Which is probably the only thing keeping him from crying completely...]

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[At the very least Japan is determined to not make any faces at any stings or throbbing. But he can't help but stare down at his lap, hands curled tightly on his knees. Even if he won, he's failed in a way...]

I am still here if Hong Kong has questions... To walk him through this. I would not simply... leave him with this sort of thing.

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[Hong Kong blinks at that and nods. R-right... Japan's here. When he's cleaned Japan up to some extent, enough to work with, he grabs his sewing kit and threads a needle, boiling the two first before he settles down kneeling next to Japan...]

U-uhm... It might hurt...

[More like, will definitely hurt. Grasping Japan's skin he forces the two edges of one of the wounds together and hesitates a good thirty seconds before pushing his needle into Japan's skin, beginning to close the wound shut. Oh... He doesn't even have to ponder to know he's going to have nightmares about this. Tears spill down his face, but he blinks them away and tries to focus better...]

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[All that trying to not make faces or noises at pain gets a lot harder at that, and he definitely tenses and his breathing is audibly off as he tries to force himself not to make any sort of sound in reaction. His fingers are really curling into his knees... so he's glad he kept his pants on at least.]

It's... fine. [O u c h] I'm sorry. ...And thank you for this. Hong Kong is so strong...

[He knows his soothing attempts are so weak... But he really believes those words.]

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[Hong Kong nods, continuing to work. The words don't really help though he recognizes them all the same. Strong... Who's strong? This is so pathetic...]

I don't feel well...

[He doesn't say this for sympathy, but to explain as he stops after the first cut. He feels... really faint. Taking some deep breaths he tries to calm himself before re-threading and moving onto the next cut...]

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Ah--...

[That second one he can't help but intake a small breath as he tries not to wince. Man. He thought he was good with pain but maybe he's just old, and being more human than not could be more than he thought when it came to wounds.

Carefully he moves his arms to rest on Hong Kong's waist, not wanting to interrupt him so much as be comforting.]

Those are the worst ones, aren't they? [Though he actuall has no idea.] After this is fine. Perhaps we can simply rest together...

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[He opens his mouth to respond, but all that happens is a stuttered dragging in of breath. He wishes Japan would stop plying him. He doesn't want to be babied. He just wants... someone who would know what they're doing...

He wants to be Japan's equal, but he also wants to depend on Japan here and yet even more he wishes England were present. He feels like he doesn't know how to handle this at all...]

Stop...

[He just. He just wants to be quiet... As he continues to clean Japan's wounds and stitch them up.]

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...Sorry.

[He's beginning to think maybe he shouldn't have come here. But where could he have gone? Worried Hong Kong and tried to find some other way just to avoid scaring him... That's not right. He just feels like a failure for getting this beat up. Mm...

But he should be quiet... He feels pretty tired still. He just has to stay awake. And quiet. Ignore the pain. And so he closes his eyes and drops his hands back to his knees, letting Hong Kong continue for as long as he needs.]

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[There's a pang of guilt, but Hong Kong can't listen to it right now. Rather he takes another calming breath and focuses on Japan's wounds. His hands get a little shaky as he goes on, but he keeps at it, albeit slowly. He keeps thinking there has to be someone to call for this sort of thing, someone who would do something. But he can't think of a name... Who would help? Is anyone around here even part of the medical profession...

When he finishes he gently wipes away any blood that needs it and grabs some scissors, cutting up the curtain into strips for crude bandages. These heh sews closed or ties as needed. When he's done it's not exactly beautiful, but it's something... ... ... Kneeling on the floor next to Japan he sort of stares blankly trying to continue taking deep breaths. He feels so sick...]

All done.

[His voice breaks in the middle, but he doesn't notice.]

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[Immediately Japan shifts to wrap his arms around Hong Kong in a hug. Nothing tight, not even as tight as usual, but it's there certainly. He's there. Ah... but if only he could say more. There's a slow, tired sort of breath as he pauses.]

Thank you... ...Hong Kong truly helped me just then.

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[Hong Kong takes that in for the moment, but in the end even he's not childish enough to forget responsibility and fall into such false comfort. Standing, he tries to help Japan as well.]

Let's put you in bed. You... you know?

[And Japan can sleep and things like that.]

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[He doesn't let go just yet, gripping a little more even though it brings out a very quiet noise as he presses against a wound or two a little too much. But whatever.]

Will... ah, could Hong Kong stay with me? [It sounds so dumb. But he doesn't want to sleep. He killed that thing but he doesn't know if there's going to be more or. What. He wants to hold him to make sure he's there...]

I realize I have been asking a lot. [Turning his head just slightly, he kisses Hong Kong's cheek softly.]

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[He really wants to say don't depend on him so much. Depend on him to be the mature person here. The experienced one... But he's the one who told Japan to depend on him. Instead he brings his hand up and strokes Japan's hair with his bloody fingers. ... ... ...]

Let's take a nap together mei mei. And I'll like make you some miso afterwards.

[Sounds nice, right?]