( jason--has no idea what the fuck is going on either. maeda had been quiet for so long, he doesn't know what started this again but he's--not going to ask. instead, he carefully adjusts damian into what he hopes is a semi-comfortable position, can't--even look at where his arm used to be.
instead he's standing himself up and turning around towards the exit. pausing to make sure his footing's stable before he takes a step (soft, soft as he can) towards the entrance.
tries to get his voice steady before he speaks, but it's still hoarse and broken. )
My bike's outside. If you can grab it and the hood and stash them, I'll--get him to a hospital and send you the room number.
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instead he's standing himself up and turning around towards the exit. pausing to make sure his footing's stable before he takes a step (soft, soft as he can) towards the entrance.
tries to get his voice steady before he speaks, but it's still hoarse and broken. )
My bike's outside. If you can grab it and the hood and stash them, I'll--get him to a hospital and send you the room number.