if it werent for her i she saved me a lot. thank you i just wish i couldve gotten to you as fast
[ but maybe he should save all that talk for when they're actually face to face— after that last message, tsuna will be focusing more on trying to spot a head of blond hair throughout the camp. when he finally does, he'll go to ed, pace quick, perhaps as quick as his tired legs could take him. ]
Ed-?
[ his call is soft, mouth seeming half closed as he speaks, swollen— only because it's uncomfortable to open too much. on both cheeks he's got padded bandages ( and under those bandages are separate punctures belonging to the same arrow, one that had pierced through the right side of his face ), along with an array of smaller cuts and bruises from what you'd expect when you fight for so long.
he's tired, dark rings forming under his eyes, and emotional wreck more than anything ( just his psych made him look ill )— but relief washes through him when he nears edward, giving an exhale.
he was okay— ( he might cry ed prepare your tissues ) ]
[ When Ed finally goes back to the message, he can actually spot Tsuna in the distance. He's about to type it 'it's fine' when he changes his mind, instead pocketing the blackglass. ]
Ah! Hey! [ Ed himself is roughed up as hell. His chest and limbs are wrapped completely in bandages. A split-second after he spots Tsuna, he takes in the situation, growing concerned. ]
What happened to you? Was the fight that bad? [ The bandages at his face are rather bizarrely placed. Ed is hoping Tsuna had only suffered a small cut or bruise underneath, and it wasn't anything too serious. ]
[ his brows pinch with worry, look at all those bandages—! hands come up to point, to ask, though he keeps his mouth shut. when they finally gap enough to speak, it's ed whose speaking first. softly: ]
It was an arrow, on the way back—
[ a light gesture that's intended to express exactly what it did without really moving too much— going back to that thought made his insides flip too much for comfort. ]
Do they hurt? You're okay, right? What did they—?
[ what had the neraki done to him—?
in the mean time, there's a familiar dog nearby, ears alert, eyes scanning and crouching quite close to tsuna's heel. ]
[ a swallow, another attempt to speak well, but taking it easy. ]
I just need to take care of it. And go to medical a lot—
[ daily rinsing, changing bandages, cleaning, pain killers, ect. infection would be the horrible cherry on top that they could do easily without-! but, alas— it'd leave a scar, wither way. ]
Y-you have to take care of yourself too, Ed—!
[ pLEASE DON'T GET A HEART ATTACK YOU NEED ALL THE REST ]
god im taking so long on our other thread .. im sorry
Geez! Stop saying that when you're in such rough shape yourself! [ Literally the pot and kettle right now. Ed starts to lead nearer toward his camp. He has some food and water there he's willing to share. As they move, Pop falls into place beside Ed, and he gives the dog an absent-minded pat. ]
I'm kinda glad the arrow didn't get you anywhere higher or lower. Otherwise ... [ Any higher and it could have impaled him through the brain. Any lower and it could get him in the throat. ]
don't worry about it!! if it's getting hard we can always handwave!
[ he halts, there. goes silent. he sucks from his mouth, soft and hopefully silent as he readjusts, as he finds a comfier position. it didn't sting as much if he wasn't talking— hah, maybe it was a sign. he says nothing, other than an understanding nod, where he begins to follow right behind.
just the thought gave him shivers. he wouldn't even be here if it weren't for vriska. luckily, it didn't hit any important vessels either. ]
I don't think they wanted that.
[ maybe they had wanted his pain, first. the same as he did to them— despite not meaning to. but, death was death. ]
[ it was definitely weird to feel it, especially when eating. he couldn't quite find a comfortable position to chew without food touching it— he sits, though, hoping ed does the same soon. ]
It's not bleeding so much anymore, but— It still stings. I'm not eating all that much anyway—
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FROM: sawada.tsunayoshi@cdc.org
if it werent for her i
she saved me a lot. thank you
i just wish i couldve gotten to you as fast
[ but maybe he should save all that talk for when they're actually face to face— after that last message, tsuna will be focusing more on trying to spot a head of blond hair throughout the camp. when he finally does, he'll go to ed, pace quick, perhaps as quick as his tired legs could take him. ]
Ed-?
[ his call is soft, mouth seeming half closed as he speaks, swollen— only because it's uncomfortable to open too much. on both cheeks he's got padded bandages ( and under those bandages are separate punctures belonging to the same arrow, one that had pierced through the right side of his face ), along with an array of smaller cuts and bruises from what you'd expect when you fight for so long.
he's tired, dark rings forming under his eyes, and emotional wreck more than anything ( just his psych made him look ill )— but relief washes through him when he nears edward, giving an exhale.
he was okay— ( he might cry ed prepare your tissues ) ]
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Ah! Hey! [ Ed himself is roughed up as hell. His chest and limbs are wrapped completely in bandages. A split-second after he spots Tsuna, he takes in the situation, growing concerned. ]
What happened to you? Was the fight that bad? [ The bandages at his face are rather bizarrely placed. Ed is hoping Tsuna had only suffered a small cut or bruise underneath, and it wasn't anything too serious. ]
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It was an arrow, on the way back—
[ a light gesture that's intended to express exactly what it did without really moving too much— going back to that thought made his insides flip too much for comfort. ]
Do they hurt? You're okay, right? What did they—?
[ what had the neraki done to him—?
in the mean time, there's a familiar dog nearby, ears alert, eyes scanning and crouching quite close to tsuna's heel. ]
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AN ARROW WENT THROUGH YOUR FACE?!? [ Ed doesn't even react to Pop because he's just in too much shock. ]
Are you alright? Is your face alright? [ Couldn't that leave permanent damage .... ]
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M'fine! Really, I— I'll be okay!
[ a swallow, another attempt to speak well, but taking it easy. ]
I just need to take care of it. And go to medical a lot—
[ daily rinsing, changing bandages, cleaning, pain killers, ect. infection would be the horrible cherry on top that they could do easily without-! but, alas— it'd leave a scar, wither way. ]
Y-you have to take care of yourself too, Ed—!
[ pLEASE DON'T GET A HEART ATTACK YOU NEED ALL THE REST ]
god im taking so long on our other thread .. im sorry
I'm kinda glad the arrow didn't get you anywhere higher or lower. Otherwise ... [ Any higher and it could have impaled him through the brain. Any lower and it could get him in the throat. ]
don't worry about it!! if it's getting hard we can always handwave!
just the thought gave him shivers. he wouldn't even be here if it weren't for vriska. luckily, it didn't hit any important vessels either. ]
I don't think they wanted that.
[ maybe they had wanted his pain, first. the same as he did to them— despite not meaning to. but, death was death. ]
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It isn't much of a consolation given what had happened to Tsuna anyway, but he's glad that he escaped that fate. ]
Sit. [ He motions at a log at the side of his tent that he often uses as a chair. ] Does it hurt when you talk or eat?
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[ it was definitely weird to feel it, especially when eating. he couldn't quite find a comfortable position to chew without food touching it— he sits, though, hoping ed does the same soon. ]
It's not bleeding so much anymore, but— It still stings. I'm not eating all that much anyway—