( Maybe he should let him die. It was unfair, but it was what it was. Mika considers this, genuinely, for a long moment - but Yamato's pulse persists, like a drum in his ears. It's the pulse of someone who wants to live, he thinks.
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He doesn't really know first aid, but he realizes stupidly he needs to stop the bleeding, even if it was real fucking late. He presses a palm against the wound and rips off some fabric from whatever he's wearing, which he knows already is going to serve as a terrible bandage, but it'd have to do. He ties it off. It's bleeding through.
He exhales, shaky. He's still hungry. He's still really, really hungry, and he's still partly drunk on blood. He could lose himself to this, he thinks.
What now? He's never tried to save anyone but Yuu-chan before. A part of him still isn't so resolute about doing it, even now. It's just a human. Just a stupid, stupid human. )
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He doesn't really know first aid, but he realizes stupidly he needs to stop the bleeding, even if it was real fucking late. He presses a palm against the wound and rips off some fabric from whatever he's wearing, which he knows already is going to serve as a terrible bandage, but it'd have to do. He ties it off. It's bleeding through.
He exhales, shaky. He's still hungry. He's still really, really hungry, and he's still partly drunk on blood. He could lose himself to this, he thinks.
What now? He's never tried to save anyone but Yuu-chan before. A part of him still isn't so resolute about doing it, even now. It's just a human. Just a stupid, stupid human. )