Survival? Definitely Not A Test

Chapter XI

"W-what's with the atmosphere?"

Recognizing the voice, they all turned to the entrance door. Their eyes brightened when they saw Takemichi standing there, leaning on the wall.

No one spoke a word as they saw Takemichi panting so much while clutching his bag strip with one hand while the other was clutching his torso tightly.

Hinata was the first one to notice that something was wrong with Takemichi. She let her eyes roam Takemichi's figure when she saw his torso was wrapped with his red shirt. Looking at Takemichi's feet, Hinata came to a horrible realisation. No, It was, in fact, not a red shirt. It was a shirt coated with blood.

"Takemichi!" Running to him, she cried out Takemichi's name with her alarmed voice which gained others' attention as well. They were confused until they saw the blood that was dripping on the floor.

The blood drained from each of their faces.

Mitsuya quickly ran to Takemichi, eyes wide. He reached him exactly as Takemichi slumped forward. The lavender-haired successfully caught the ravenette in his arms. The former looked down at the latter concerned while the latter looked up with a soft smile. Taking off his bag, Takemichi handed it out to the oldest Mitsuya which made Mitsuya's breath hitched at the sight of the bloodied backpack.

"T-the medicine," Takemichi still managed to give Mitsuya his bright smile, even if it was bloodied. "I've got it"

Mitsuya disregarded what Takemichi said, instead he brought Takemichi to the couch. Leading him to it Takemichi didn't want to be lifted. Once Takemichi leaned his weight onto the couch, Takemichi gave Mitsuya a grateful smile before turning to Hinata.

"F-first aid p-please, Hina-chan"

Eyes widening, Hinata nodded before sprinting toward the bathroom. Everyone was crowding Takemichi, talking at the same time. They talked his ears off. They were concerned and Takemichi knew that but the talking made Takemichi hurt his head more.

"Back off, can't you see he needed space," Draken said, pulling one after another to be a little far from Takemichi. "Let the guy take a breather"

Takemichi sent him a thankful smile, even if bloodied before Hinata came to him with the first aid box. She wanted to help him but Takemichi gently hold her hand to stop her, shaking his head slightly. He winced when the movement made his head sting a bit.

"N-no, i-it's okay"

"Let me help you" Hinata stubbornly said, looking at the paled Takemichi pleadingly.

Offering no words, instead, Takemichi smiled softly and took the box from Hinata. Mitsuya couldn't have any of that. Holding the box too, Mitsuya looked into Takemichi's gentle ocean eyes and said,

"Let us help please"

Takemichi stopped in his movement, staring deep into Mitsuya's lavender eyes. He was staring as if he was searching for something and Mitsuya didn't know what it was. After a little while of staring, Takemichi sighed, letting go of the first aid box slowly.

"I-if you can, s-sure"

Mitsuya was confused but he brightened when Takemichi permitted him to help.

Everyone's eyes locked onto Takemichi as he removed the fabric around his torso. Their eyes widened more at the sight once Takemichi removed the shirt that he wore.

"T-takemichi..."

The wound looked so deep that the blood smudged everywhere on his abdomen. The look alone was gore. They couldn't imagine how deep the wound actually was. No one in here should know how to treat a wound that deep. They might be in a gang but each of them never got an injury like that.