Kou should probably be more concerned about that, after everything they've both endured, but- fuck, he can't find it in himself to be. He's much, much too busy keeping himself from falling apart, and if Kira's not concerned, why should he be? It's kinda gross, the way Kira smears the blood on the bed first, and then wipes it off with his sleeve, but- fucking whatever. They both look like absolute shit. It's only by virtue of having a magical outfit change in the Metaverse that Kou's own clothes aren't thoroughly ruined, probably.
A noise he intends to be a chuckle leaves his throat, but it sounds more like a held-back sob. He forces himself to swallow a few times, blinking his eyes to force the tears back.
"I hardly feel it," he says, after a moment- which is true. He hardly feels anything at all, numb all over. If he's in physical pain, he's unaware. He's fairly sure he'd hardly even notice a bullet wound, now.
He swallows again.
Nostalgic. That's one way to describe things.
His nose feels clogged, he thinks. He blinks away more tears, refuses to let them fall. His breaths are still uneven despite his best efforts. He should also probably care a little more about the whole 'time jump' thing, but again- Kou can't bring himself to care. Not when he feels like he's at the edge of an abyss, teetering and fighting not to fall.
He looks at the splatter of blood on the sheets, and suddenly, he feels nauseous. Something rises in his throat, and he swallows and swallows, but it refuses to go back down. The shakes increase, cold sweat dripping from his face, his saliva tasting sweet, for just a moment-
Lightning-fast, he scrambles off the bed for a nearby trash can, nearly faceplanting but catching himself on his knees, and he's just in time before his stomach empties itself, and then some. Multiple waves wash over him, again and again, horrible noises of misery echoing from his mouth.
... When he's finally done, he notices Kira hovering near him. He's shaking even harder than before, and his mouth and throat burn, just a little.
"... Shit," he coughs, after a few seconds. "Sorry."
CW: vomit
Kou should probably be more concerned about that, after everything they've both endured, but- fuck, he can't find it in himself to be. He's much, much too busy keeping himself from falling apart, and if Kira's not concerned, why should he be? It's kinda gross, the way Kira smears the blood on the bed first, and then wipes it off with his sleeve, but- fucking whatever. They both look like absolute shit. It's only by virtue of having a magical outfit change in the Metaverse that Kou's own clothes aren't thoroughly ruined, probably.
A noise he intends to be a chuckle leaves his throat, but it sounds more like a held-back sob. He forces himself to swallow a few times, blinking his eyes to force the tears back.
"I hardly feel it," he says, after a moment- which is true. He hardly feels anything at all, numb all over. If he's in physical pain, he's unaware. He's fairly sure he'd hardly even notice a bullet wound, now.
He swallows again.
Nostalgic. That's one way to describe things.
His nose feels clogged, he thinks. He blinks away more tears, refuses to let them fall. His breaths are still uneven despite his best efforts. He should also probably care a little more about the whole 'time jump' thing, but again- Kou can't bring himself to care. Not when he feels like he's at the edge of an abyss, teetering and fighting not to fall.
He looks at the splatter of blood on the sheets, and suddenly, he feels nauseous. Something rises in his throat, and he swallows and swallows, but it refuses to go back down. The shakes increase, cold sweat dripping from his face, his saliva tasting sweet, for just a moment-
Lightning-fast, he scrambles off the bed for a nearby trash can, nearly faceplanting but catching himself on his knees, and he's just in time before his stomach empties itself, and then some. Multiple waves wash over him, again and again, horrible noises of misery echoing from his mouth.
... When he's finally done, he notices Kira hovering near him. He's shaking even harder than before, and his mouth and throat burn, just a little.
"... Shit," he coughs, after a few seconds. "Sorry."