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Who: Nagito Komaeda and Drake
What: Komaeda returns to Hadriel from home.
Where: The Colosseum
When: February 10th
Warnings: Suicide talk, talk of self-harm, self-loathing talk, DR 2 chapter 5 spoilers

He shouldn’t be here. Not in Hadriel. He is supposed to be back on Jabberwock Island. He has a job to do back home. He has to die by the traitor’s hand. By that grenade. So he can eradicate despair and be the Ultimate Hope.

It’s what he can do, what he must do. After all, he and his classmates are monsters, worse than scum. He’s even lowlier than he thought. But at the very least, he can do his duty and destroy them all.

He’s not supposed to be back in this place. Why did the portal bring him back here? He’s supposed to be dead.

Is he dead? Did the poisoned grenade kill him? It’s supposed to kill its victim in the moment they breathe. Wouldn’t he feel intense pain beforehand, even if it’s for a moment? He doesn’t remember feeling any pain. Either way though, he’s alive here. Alive, with wounds on his arms and legs and a knife right through his right hand.

Why is he here? He's worse than trash. Why would the portal bring him here? Why did it not let him die or stay dead? Someone might discover him here. Maybe Drake or Wash or Akira. They might be worried about him. Which they shouldn't. He doesn't deserve it.

Besides, maybe he can slip away back to his house, in spite of his injuries. Maybe he can patch himself up, stay indoors for a few days. Then they won't know. Maybe.

Komaeda tries to push himself onto his feet, left hand against the wall. He cannot just stand here. He has to go somewhere to get his wounds treated. He can try and muster up the energy to walk, right? Even as he tries not to cry out in pain as he attempts to force himself up.

It's agony but he can't stay in this place. Not if he doesn't want anyone to find him.

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Drake is, as always, at the colosseum on arrivals day to help the new arrivals. There are also a number of people missing from the city recently, that he wants to keep an eye out for -- just in case. It's happened so many times to his friends, that they vanish shortly before the Door opens again, then reappear with the newbies, that he's looking for the faces of the missing today.

What he doesn't expect is that one of those faces is twisted in pain, because he's so badly injured. And it has nothing to do with the angry trees that have sprouted up in the colosseum this month. Drake breaks into a run, dodging swiping branches to get to Komaeda's side where he's struggling to get to his feet. It's only when he gets right up to the other man that he realizes how bad it is. He's bleeding heavily and has a knife through his hand, and Drake can only imagine how much it hurts trying to get up if he's cut through the muscles. Who did this to him?! ]

"Don't try to move-- shit!"

He wants to ask what the hell happened but this is neither the time nor the place. Drake hears shuffling behind him, the trees shifting and closing in, and makes a decision.

"Okay, up we go, come on. I've got you, man." Komaeda is almost too light in his arms as Drake scoops him up and hustles back towards the entrance, doing his best not to jostle the younger man too much. But some is inevitable, they need to get out fast. Outside he doesn't stop, and Komaeda may realize he's beelining for the clinic. Because where else do you go when you have someone slashed up, right?

Edited 2019-02-15 20:59 (UTC)

"Ahhhh-!"

Komaeda recognises that voice immediately and his heart sinks. Of course someone he knows would come. And before he can do anything, Drake scoops him up.

"No, it's fine....I can manage on my own..." He bites his lip hard so to stop himself from doing anything else other than hiss in pain as they move. Great. Not only can he not die back home but now he gets humiliated further. He feels he's going to break down into another fit of laughter...

It's then his eyes spot the clinic. Of course Drake would think to take him there. But maybe he can...

"It's all right.....I'm sure I can get back home....it's not too far." And with that, he tries to free himself from Drake's grasp.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing-- Komaeda, no." Drake stops in his tracks, getting a better grip on his friend. "You cannot manage on your own, why don't you want help?"

But Komaeda keeps squirming and Drake gets the feeling he's going to have to find a middle ground here. He sighs, glances at the clinic one last time and then turns away from it, aiming for Komaeda's apartment instead.

"Please tell me you at least have a first aid kit at home so I can stitch you up."

Komaeda knows deep down that trying to go back on his own is probably a good idea. However, aside from the fact he does not want to go to the clinic, there is also the humiliation of not being in control of his situation. Not only has he been sent back here instead of being able to die but if he can't walk and has to be picked up somewhere...

"There....should be one...so I can...." He's losing blood. He's feeling like he'll lose consciousness soon....no, he has to stay awake.

"I swear, Komaeda, if you die on me..."

Drake leaves the thought unfinished and just pours on the speed as much as possible, resigning himself to the fact that if Komaeda does black out, he's going to the clinic anyway. But he doesn't. The other's head lolls against his shoulder but stays up, and Drake is able to get into their spire and Komaeda's apartment easily enough. He'd rather not have to run upstairs for his own supplies, wasting that time, but he will if he has to.

He shoves everything off the kitchen table and sets Komaeda down there so he doesn't bloody the couch, then turns and starts rummaging through the cupboards desperately.

"Where's your kit?"

Okay, Drake's had enough of this.

Komaeda is not only not healing anywhere near as quickly as Drake would like (though he admits his world view is a bit warped by being a zombie and having actual healers around to help other people's injuries along) and is still refusing to let Drake help him to the clinic. He spends long stretches of time when he's not on patrol tending to the younger man but there's only so much he can do, and he's worried that with Komaeda's poor health in the first place, and not getting his regular treatments, his injuries are not just slow to heal but won't heal.

Enough is enough, that's all. So today he swings by the clinic first thing, looking for a healer that Komaeda doesn't already know, as that seems to be part of his resistance to coming by. Why, Drake's not certain -- he was doing so well getting regular treatment -- he doesn't claim to understand his friend at the best of times, but Komaeda is his friend, and Drake won't watch him die of something probably treatable in minutes for a skilled healer.

He lets himself in and calls out, ignoring his own discomfort with the place. "Hello? Anybody around?"

"I swear, Komaeda, if you die on me..."

That prompts a weak laugh from Komaeda. If he dies? That's exactly what he's tried to do. And yet his luck or Hadriel, he does not know which, stopped him and brought him right here. Perhaps it's both. Either way, life has to smack him in the face and force him to survive. Or bring him back here from death. He's not quite sure which. Either way, he is forced to live. As someone dirtier and lower than scum.

What terrible, awful despair.

There sure is someone around and that someone happens to be Shigeru. He's of course tidying the place up, cleaning the counters and such in an almost controlled manic fashion. This place has not been kind to his mysophobia or OCD so he does whatever he can to keep himself sane. Still when someone comes in he's already there, putting whatever cleaning supplies he has away and focusing his attention on whoever it is that's come in.

He'll give Drake a wave as he takes out his device to type something.

I'm here! My name is Shigeru, is there something I can help you with?

"Komaeda?" Drake calls his friend's name, still rummaging, but not finding what he's looking for. He sighs and comes back over to the table, giving the injured man a little shake where he lies. "God damn it... Nagito! Focus. Your kit. I'm not letting you have made it back to Hadriel just to bleed out."

While he waits for an answer he pulls his belt and guard sash off, making them into makeshift tourniquets.

Edited 2019-02-24 22:11 (UTC)

"Shigeru?" Drake doesn't recognize the guy, which isn't surprising but is also hopeful. Maybe Komaeda won't, either -- at this point it's worth a try, Drake knows this isn't the healer he's been seeing. Is he a healer at all? Only one way to find out.

"My name's Drake -- I was hoping to find a healer willing to make a house call for my friend. I've been trying to look after him but I'm worried the cuts are getting infected and he's not healing very well so far... puts up one hell of a fight every time I mention the clinic, though. Would you come with me?"

Shigeru nods in understanding and there's a worried expression on his face as he listens to Drake continue.

That sounds serious. He should be seen right away. I don't mind at all! Please lead the way.

This doesn't sound good, especially if infection has set in. In a place like this that could spell some disaster but luckily Shigeru's healing will be able to clear it up easily.

Drake nods, turning on his heel and heading back out the door with Shigeru. He's assuming several things here, including that he is in fact a magical healer, but really is just at the end of his rope and wants to get Komaeda taken care of as soon as possible. So back out into the cold -- he holds the door for the other man.

"He should have been seen last week, honestly, I just cannot convince him to come here and when I offered to call Pell he flipped out even worse." Then Drake seems to realize that's not encouraging, and clarifies. "He's not violent or anything, don't worry. I'm just done waiting for him to come around and showing up with help seems like the best way to do this. Thanks."

Shigeru would ask why the other man doesn't like the clinic but that's something for another time he figures. It's not really important right now anyway so he'll silently listen and follow.

I understand. You're a really good friend for doing this for him. I'm sure he appreciates it, even if he might not when I show up.

But Drake going out of his way is pretty indicative of how much he cares.

Maybe he should just.....

No, he'd just revive again. Unless he asked Hope to revive him. But that might mean he would just die permanently here. It wouldn't necessarily mean he'd go back home. And bleeding to death right in his kitchen seemed a pointless way to go.

It is shameful for him to do this. He'd rather get it himself. But he can barely move so....

"Top cupboard on the left.....top shelf...." he manages to say.

"He's been weird since he got back like this, honestly. I'm sorry if he's rude to you."

He keeps walking, leading Shigeru to their spire and holding that door for him as well -- always a gentleman, Drake is. Komaeda's apartment is on the first floor, and Drake lets them in like he lives there which at this point isn't far from the truth. It's like he doesn't trust Komaeda not to try and off himself again if left alone for too long.

"Komaeda? You decent?" He calls out when he doesn't see the younger man in the living room anymore. Maybe he went to shower? Wouldn't be the smartest move but Drake wouldn't put it past him in this state.

"Thank you," Drake says with relief, tying off his sash and going to the indicated cupboard -- sure enough there's a first aid kit from the clinic, never used so it's got plenty of thread for sutures. He comes back to the table with it and starts sorting through what he's going to need.

"Stay with me, man. Keep talking, I need you to stay awake until I'm done. What happened?"

Komaeda is actually in his bedroom, seeing if sleeping would help him recover. Unfortunately, he failed. For the past few days, he's tried to get out of the house, thinking maybe, just maybe, he might be well enough to walk outside. He didn't want to sit around being useless.

Unfortunately, he failed.

Maybe calling Pell might be a good idea after all.

It's then he hears Drake's voice. So the guy's back. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the guy's being worried. It's just.....he isn't sure it's right after all that's happened and all that he's found out. And having to sit there waiting to recover, not being able to take control of his situation....

"I'm here...." a weary boy's voice can be heard from the bedroom.

Edited 2019-02-24 23:49 (UTC)

Good, still alive. Weak, though... Shigeru will be able to see the worry cross Drake's features as he goes ahead and leads the healer deeper into the apartment, stopping in the bedroom doorway.

"Hey. Enough's enough, man, I brought somebody to fix you up. This is Shigeru."

Well as long as Komaeda is conscious but he sounds worse for wear and Shigeru will step out from behind Drake to give Komaeda a small wave, with a sheepish smile to follow.

He's too far away to communicate with his device so he'll let Drake do the talking for now. But it's clearly evident that Shigeru is worried.

What happened? He hoped Drake wouldn't ask that question even though he felt it would come up. There was only one thing he could think of which could sum up what happened. Failure. Possible failure to sacrifice himself and be the Ultimate Hope. Failure to walk and failure to get back home on his own without help.

And the way Drake was worried about him made him feel even worse.

Komaeda noticed there was something wet on his face. He didn't realise he had started to cry. Weakly, he raised his left arm up to wipe his eyes. No matter what, he didn't want to lose what little dignity he had left.

He had to say something to stay conscious. Maybe he direct Drake away from the subject somehow? "I had......things to do...." Which wasn't a lie but he wasn't going to give any more information than that at present. And so to change the topic. "How long was I gone for?"

Komaeda is surprised to see Shigeru standing there. So this is someone he doesn't know. Drake managed to find someone who isn't Pell, after all.

It's not ideal. He'd rather have managed to fix his injuries on his own. But he's not a doctor, a magician or the Ultimate Nurse. He's just someone with a worthless and irrelevant talent. So Shigeru is probably his best option at the moment. That, or go to the clinic.

So to Drake's possible surprise, Komaeda gives a pleasant smile and a wave back, despite his weak state. "It's good to meet you. I apologise for the inconvenience I've caused you."

Hey, he is capable of being polite! Sometimes.

When Drake glances up from his stitching he notices the tears, but says nothing. Komaeda doesn't need him drawing attention to something like that right now and besides, he's busy here. He focuses on his stitching, making sure they're even and not too tight that they'll break or pull. He's only had to do this a few times before.

"What kind of things did you have to do that you were attacked like this?" Drake shakes his head. How long..? "At least twelve days, that's when I noticed."

Drake blinks, glancing from Komaeda to Shigeru and back again... it looks like getting someone his friend didn't know paid off? Well... good. He's surprised, but pleasantly so, and takes it as the okay to step into the room and up to the bed. Shigeru gets a little motion to follow.

"Do you need help getting stuff off to show him the injuries?" he tries to ask tactfully, but there's really no way to do so. It's not like he hasn't helped before, anyway.

Well this is a pleasant surprise. Shigeru was expecting the other man to be a bit more...prickly. But he can work with this and will just follow Drake inside the room, giving the other space as he looks around before focusing his attention back on Komaeda.

It's not an inconvenience. I'm a doctor and this is my job, so don't worry about that.

Besides getting out of the clinic is a good thing, even if Shigeru makes an effort to not touch anything in the other's apartment.

Komaeda saw that Drake had noticed. And was glad he didn’t bring it up. Instead, he tried to focus on keeping awake until Drake was done.

“Twelve days……huh? I guess not that long.” Not that he spent that long in his world, if that timer was of any indication. But that at least meant he should not have too much to catch up on. “Did the gods…….do anything while I was gone?” he added, ignoring Drake’s question.

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clinic; like a week later because komaeda is a stubborn butt

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