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🦊 WORRIES 🦊
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CHIZUKE OPENED the door to her room in the 200s, her breath heavy as she strumbled across her room – shutting the door to her room.

She took her mask off, seeing blood stains on the porcelain white material on the inside. Her forehead was gushing down fresh warm red blood as she threw her mask.

"Turns out I shouldn't mess with tops laced with Hatsu anymore." She grumbled, panting heavily and making her way to her bed.

"So dizzy... I want to sleep..." She groaned, laying down on her bed with her face facing the ceiling of her room.

During the match, there was already a small cut opening but because she didn't try to heal it herself or close it – the tear started opening wider. Her vision was getting blurry at this point, as blood trickled down her cheeks.

KNOCK! KNOCK!!

Someone knocked on her door but she didn't answer; she was too dizzy and almost on the verge of falling asleep.

"I'm coming in!"

The door creaked open, revealing Killua who was standing by the opened door. Chizuke turned her head in the direction where the door was, squinting her eyes to see Killua's shocked expression.

"What the hell!??" Killua exclaimed out of shock, spotting Chizuke's blood trickling down her forehead.

"Hmm..? Snowball..?" Chizuke mumbled, seeing the familiar white-haired boy standing in front of the opened door – taking a swift smell of his scent to make sure.

"You need to get that treated idiot!! You're losing so much blood!!" Killua shuts the door close behind him, frantically searching for a medkit in the bathroom cabinets.

"I don't need to... it's going to heal anyways... I'm really sleeepy~!" Chizuke mumbles, blinking her eyes multiple times.

"You won't heal if you're already dead idiot!!" Killua commented, grabbing the handle of the medkit and rushing towards Chizuke.

"Can you sit up?" He asked, sitting beside Chizuke who was still lying down. Chizuke narrowed her eyes, her vision still blurry and hazy.

"Hmm..." She mumbled, moving her arms so she could sit up straight. When she did, she ached in pain – it was as if her head had just gotten smacked by an iron bar.

She grits her teeth, clenching the white sheets of her bed as small droplets of her blood drop onto the snow-white material and staining it.

"You okay? You might need to take a shower first to clean all the blood from your hair first.. now that I see your condition this close..." Killua muttered, concerned.

"No need... I told you that I can manage myself.. perfectly!" Chizuke argued, squinting her eyes as she felt warm liquid trickling down from her forehead.

Killua sighed, picked up a small white towel inside the medkit, and started patting the curled material onto Chizuke's stained cheeks.

"I'll just patch your injuries first then.. try to stay still," Killua announced, wiping Chizuke's face clean from her red blood stains.

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