It didn't take long before my weapon broke into several pieces, leaving me with nothing but a useless handle…and the realization that I'd just killed someone.
I dropped it, the wood clattering loudly on the slick floor, and stepped backward in shock.
While trembling, I brought my hands to view. They were soaked in black blood and glistened with the torchlight above. I had always been violent, something I blamed my parents for, but never had I crossed a line like this.
I stared at my victim. She was a complete mess with her head essentially split open like a melon. As blackened blood pooled on the floor, I pondered to myself about my victory.
I wasn't thrilled, nor was I prideful at my victory. Instead, I could only think of one thing. 'What…have I done?'
I wanted so badly to grip my mouth and fight back the queasiness that threatened to consume me, but I couldn't. I was too afraid of smearing the blood on my face.
My focus was drawn to the ceiling as I thought to myself. 'Is this what it's like for you, Sato… Yuuya?'
My mind was vacant, and I felt a weight around my waist. What was it again?
Looking down, I couldn't help but laugh at my own stupidity. That's right...I had a sword. I could've just stabbed her and been done with it. Thanks to the heat of the moment, I didn't even remember that I'd had it. Would I be so bloody if I'd used a blade?
I was close to vomiting when Nakamura excitedly cheered. "H-He… He… He's a-alive!"
Somehow, my nausea faded with the joy Nakamura's declaration brought. My once solemn expression, embarrassingly, gave way to excitement. I'm not sure why I took so much of a liking to Sato, or maybe I did. He was reminiscent of my brother; someone I always held a deep respect for.
I rushed over to him, with Agawa and Kamida following suit. We all invaded the space around him, dumping our hopes onto Nakamura's back. His answer was to begin tearing violently at his own clothing, frantically bandaging Sato's stomach wound.
Taking notice, we all followed suit. Agawa even tore portions of her makeshift clothes to provide for the doctor. Once we'd finished, Sato's torso had been wrapped so thoroughly that you'd think he'd been mummified.
"Will he be okay?" Kamida questioned.
Nakamura avoided eye contact.
No, it wasn't that he'd been avoiding us. His eyes were fixated on Sato's wrists. Expertly, he removed the bandages to reveal the putrid gashes of flesh that hid beneath them.
His expression became sullen and empty with the new discovery and the spark of hope faded from his eyes.
ραпdα Йᴏνê|(сòm) "If I'm being honest, "Nakamura sighed, "it isn't good. He was already in critical condition considering the wound on his stomach, but it's something he could live from with immediate treatment. But his wrists?" He lifted his glasses with two fingers, scratching the area of his nose that was underneath. "To think he's been suffering with such injuries on his arms too…."
"So, you'll be able to fix him, right?" Agawa was frantic with worry. Something that shocked given her attitude toward him before.
Nakamura stood up from Sato, staring at his motionless body in anguish. He scrunched his fists together and bit his lip, nearly to the point of drawing blood. "There's nothing more than I can do without the proper equipment."
His admittance of failure sent me over the edge. "Don't give me that!" I shouted. "You're a doctor, right? So, fix hi-"
He turned to me, his eyes flickering with frustration. "There's nothing more I can do, alright?! I have no blood transfusions, no medication, no IV bag, I don't even have a fucking sewing kit!" He clutched his neck to ease his now ragged breathing. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this level of injury...."
As much as I wanted to accost Nakamura for his incompetence, I knew it wasn't his fault.
Though he had medical experience, he was no God. In the end, I was projecting my anger onto him, as I'd always done when I was stuck and completely helpless. I would always retreat into my rage, lashing out at anyone within punching distance.
'I'm so useless.' I despaired.
Unlike me, Agawa took charge and presented a sliver of hope. "What if we take him?!" She loudly inquired.
"What?" Nakamura stared quizzically.
"What if we take him with us?!" Agawa repeated. "I remember seeing a clinic-looking building in town. Couldn't we take him there?!"
'A clinic? Did we see something like that?' I dug voraciously through my memories of the town.
Replaying all of the events, I finally found myself staring at the building we'd seen that sullen kid in. Above the window he'd been behind, hanging over the doorway, was a sign depicting a painted red wooden cross.
Maybe she was right! Another world or no, there was nothing else it could be!
Nakamura took a breath and glanced at Sato. "If he has any, he doesn't have much time left. With his lost blood, we'd need to act about as fast as a bolt of lightning to stand any chance at saving him."
Agawa didn't respond. Silently and swiftly, she strode past me towards the woman's mangled body on the ground. Then, without hesitation, she ripped off the woman's blood-soaked apron, pants, and shirt.
Agawa put on the pants first while using her current coverings to protect her essential bits.
Once those were on, she turned from us and dropped the blanket, exposing her smooth, unblemished, and bared back. Hastily, she threw the shirt on before turning toward us. I wouldn't have called the clothing a comfortable fit, but it did the job. Anything was better than a blanket.
It was fairly loose, considering the bust difference between Agawa and the vampire woman. Which left the blouse to hang just below Agawa's slim waist. The pants weren't as baggy, but she had to fasten them together with some makeshift rope she'd created out of tearing pieces from the blanket.
"A bolt of lightning, " she smirked, "easy enough."
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