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[Gokudera has had a relatively good February. He's shot a bunch of people with enchanted arrows and watched their moods boosted from doing so. It feels good to help others, and to watch the warmth of affection they wear going forward, feeling responsible for giving them that opportunity.

He's even gotten some hugs as repayment, and as part of the enchantment.

For once, it feels like he's gotten off on the right foot. And as this is a new Month, and White Day is only a few weeks away, he'd like to start it off with a good mood of his own.

What he doesn't know is that midnight on March first, the enchantment wore off his arrows. There is one completely normal arrow remaining in the quiver upon his back, and he sets it on his bow. This month has given him plenty of practice, and he's not so worried after seeing arrow after arrow disappear once it struck a target. The last arrow, and he'll be rewarded with a good mood and maybe the urge to hug someone! Finally, he can understand what his friends and Family have felt!

And he lets that arrow flight with as much force as he can manage. It pierces through his shoe, through his foot, and buries into the ground. There are maybe three whole seconds of silence as he stares down at the self-inflicted injury, eyes wide, face stunned in fear and delayed agony. He screams, drops his bow, and grabs up his device, bullets jumping to his brow as he tries to think of what to do, fighting the instinct to jerk away and risk further injury.

The feed cuts on, and he's pained, obviously, though the camera is trained on his face.]

Does anyone know a surgeon and/or a healer? I've shot myself.

It's not fatal.

[For anyone nearby, they can approach him, but he's going to be standing still as he can, a hand over his mouth and his gaze wobbling somewhere off to the side as he tries to breath and contain his obvious pain.]

ooc: This is open to action as well, and I'm happy to use brackets or prose!

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[That is definitely a topic for another day. The cheetah chuffs when Gokudera says his name as if agreeing that it's him. It takes a moment but he is back to right momentarily.

Forgive the fact that due to the transformation there is not a stitch of clothing covering dusky skin or smooth muscles as he smiles at his friend, concern in his eyes, he reaches into his bag and fishes out his pants.]

Just one more second, I can't change when I've got my clothes on.

[He chuckles, turning around for at least a little modesty as he slips into his trousers, gliding them up over dusky skin. He'll bother with a shirt if they have time, but Gokudera does not look good and the moment he has the private bits covered and zipped, he forgot the button, Yamamoto crouches down beside the other.]

I think we should leave it in, I can carry you to the healer so you don't hit it.

[Gokudera casts his gaze down and snickers, then starts to honestly (though mockingly) laugh at the fact that Yamamoto is naked in public. He wasn't expecting that, and it's so embarrassing.]

Even if it's an animal with clothes?

[He's amused, not looking well, but compared to how he was ill seeing his sister, this is nothing. Gokudera's dealt with blood-loss before. This isn't that bad.

Except that he's literally pinned to the floor by his foot.]

I'm stuck, though, Idiot. The arrow is in the ground too. [Not just his shoe and foot and going through all that, but he's literally pinned.]

[Yamamoto is not sure what Gokudera is laughing at, but if it's improved his mood, great. He probably should be more embarrassed that he is here, naked as the day he was born. But, Yamamoto has just neer had that kind of inhibition or concern so it does not occur.]

What's so funny? [He shakes his head.] Nope, my clothes don't change so they end up to big or small and I get tangled in them.

[Maybe with more practice but so far, he just seems to only be able to change his shape, not his clothes.

His brow furrows in concern at that.]

Oh man, that's bad...Gokudera, this is going to hurt but I think I should break the arrow off under our foot.

[It's an instinct that removing that arrow is going to cause more bleeding, better to let a medical professional or healer do it, versus damaging Gokudera's foot.

He gingerly moves to slip his hand under, wincing, he looks at Gokudera before proceeding because that means moving his foot.]

Okay?

N-Nothing! [He says with a last little chuckle at the idea of Yamamoto trying to turn back into a human with clothes that won't fit right or are backwards. It'd be even funnier!]

Tch... you're telling me. [He knows it's bad, okay. It hurts bad, too. Gokudera reaches a hand out and moves to grab Yamamoto's shoulder.] Not under! Breaking it there will cause too much damage!

[It won't break without being shifted inside of his foot or in the ground, which... will still shift the shaft of the arrow inside the wound.]

Break it off over the top of my foot and I'll step off of it...

[Which also sounds like a bad idea. Really, all of this is a bad time. There likely won't be any way to do this without it hurting, and Gokudera would rather they go for the top, because then at least they have more control and don't have to worry about the weight of his foot bearing down, or the arrowhead being exposed.]

Then we can just... bandage it up, and go to the clinic... and see a healer? [He doesn't feel great. This sucks... so much. At least Yamamoto isn't scolding him over his current predicament.]

[A couple more innocent blinks, okay, maybe he will figure it out later but for now, that arrow in Gokudera's foot is more important. Maybe he is just delusional from pain?

He freezes completely when Gokudera says not to do it from underneath because of damage. Bandage it, well, he does have his shirt that should work. Gokudera's coloring is worrying him, maybe once he's healed the baseball idiot might have a thing or two to say about shooting himself in the foot.

For now, it's more about getting him help.]

Okay, we can use my shirt. [Drawing it out seems like a bad idea so he looks firmly into Gokudera's eyes.] Just look at me okay, you don't want to see it come out.

[With that said he wraps the top of the arrow with his fingers and snaps it off, carefully as he can, no matter what, this is going to hurt and now they have to get Gokudera's foot off it.]

[Gokudera is a lot of things thanks to the pain. He's also masking a great deal of it with other emotions, just trying to seem tough.

It'll be good for Yamamoto to wait to scold. If he goes on the network, he'll see that there are plenty of people who didn't exactly make him feel better about what he's done to himself.]

Why didn't you grab a first aid kit?

[Not that he's turning away the shirt, but you don't rush to someone who's shot themselves without some kind of first aid kit, right? Gokudera thought would be a common sense type thing. Guess Yamamoto really is an idiot. It makes the bomber smirk until he feels the arrow shift in his foot while it's broken off. That's not so bad... but it doesn't feel great. It earns little more than a grunt and a wince, as it's all very tender and it lights the pain up in a different way. It throbs and he leans forward a little to put more weight on his good foot, a hand going to Yamamoto's shoulder for additional support.]

Wasn't so bad...

[Yamamoto may not scold, maybe question what he was thinking shooting himself in the foot. If this has to do with the arrow thing from last month, maybe he should have just poked himself with it? Then again, those arrows had done no damage, dissipated, and just left him with a week where being close to Gokudera was the most important thing to him. All in all, it was fun, for Yamamoto.]

They wouldn't let me take the one from work and the inn was in the opposite direction.

[For once, it's not obliviousness but what he felt was necessity to get here as fast as he could. He holds his shoulders straight, letting Gokudera lean on him as much as he needs, using a foot to drag his bag close enough he can fish out his shirt and lay it across his legs.]

I'm pulling your foot up now, hold onto me okay.

[He knows Gokudera is tough, but this has to feel bad, really bad. Either way he is going to pull the bomber's foot up as gently but quickly as he can, making sure he's ready to catch him if need be and immediately beginning to wrap it in that shirt to stave off bleeding.]

[Gokudera shot Ken with an arrow, then poked him with a second and nothing happened. He fully expected the arrow to vanish upon impact and to feel affectionate. He'd even told Yamamoto and the Tenth that he'd be saving the last for himself. He was honestly looking forward to experiencing much the same mood boos he saw in them.]

Right...

[That makes sense, but now Gokudera is more bothered about the work place not letting him take a kit that he could easily have replaced. The bomber appreciates that Yamamoto got here so quickly, though. His hand is holding steady onto that shoulder and when he's given the warning, instead of looking at his friend or at his own foot, he closes his eyes and tenses, fingers gripping hard as his foot is pulled up and off. He lets out a soft scream at the pain, grinds his teeth and keeps his injured foot up and off the ground. Yamamoto will just be wrapping his foot with it's shoe on, and right now, Gokudera's not so certain about anything. He pulls out his device and sends the name, address, and number to the nearest clinic, along with a healer he'd been recommended. Yamamoto will have that as a text should Gokudera pass out or be unable to communicate.]

[Well that would explain that then if Yamamoto asks. Though when he said he would save the last one, Yamamoto assumed it would be like it was for them. He just felt happier than usual, like all the weight was off his shoulders, and for Gokudera, that definitely would be a good thing.]

Sorry....

[He grimaces at the soft scream, he thought to take the shoe off but it seems like more time than it is worth, till he realizes, this won't stop bleeding. He's coordinated and quick, slipping the shoe off he blinks for a split second at the blood in it, then quickly wraps Gokudera's foot. Keeping himself as stable as he can, he feels his device go off as Gokudera is pushing buttons on his.]

What's that? [His hands are a little busy as he rips a piece of the shirt and ties it into the makeshift bandage. Then starts to consider how he can get turned around to get Gokudera on his back, assuming that if conscious he is not going to want Yamamoto carrying him the way he did when he thought he saw Bianchi.]

I need to turn so you can get on my back, okay?

[Once they figure it, then he plans on running to the clinic, he can go get a shirt and come back for his stuff, once he knows Tsuna is okay, or maybe Jean or someone will come to pick it up for him, he'll figure it out once they are the healer.]

[He wasn't just going to shoot everyone around him with all of the arrows save one on the first day. Gokudera liked to shoot people he thought might be having a bad day, or just complete strangers. He wasn't going to waste any of them.]

D-Don't be...

[He says gently and mumbles, weak while he's still holding on, trying to lean his weight forward]

Clinic... It's the uh...

[He feels so confused, mumbles the word 'information' under his breath and then nods, loosening the grip of his hand.]

[Gokudera is a very organized young man, sadly, this organization and preparation seem to have not had the best results with the last arrow. But at the end of the day all the swordsman cares is that he can get him to a healer and fixed up.]

I don't want to hurt you more.

[He is careful to not jostle the injured foot any more than he has to as he gets his friend onto back.]

Hold onto me as best you can.

[Then he is taking Gokudera's weight by hooking his arms under the bomber's legs and holding him securely against his back. He does not seem to struggle to get to his feet.

Yamamoto does not start out at a flat-out run but he is definitely moving quickly. Moving toward the directions he checked on his phone, he asks anyone they come in contact with if they know a healer, just in case they can find one before the nearest clinc.]

[ What the heck is happening! Taichi had just gotten out of an audition (he.. he thinks he did well?!) and as he had been heading out of a cafe with a drink, he happened upon these two... That's contact, so Yamamoto asked if he knew a healer. ]

I-I'm one...!?

[ Why does it sound like a question. It might be.. questionable.. is why... He hasn't looked down at anyone's feet yet, so he mostly just looks confused right now. ]

You're not...

[It's not like Yamamoto did anything unreasonable, helping him get the arrow out of his foot. Gokudera isn't objecting, and as Yamamoto helps him onto his back, the bomber sort of slouches right on, slinging an arm around the baseball player's shoulders, then holding at his own hand so it won't be too tight, but he'll still be anchored there. If this were any other scenario where he weren't losing so much blood, he'd probably care more about being seen.

As it is, he's having a hard time focusing on much aside from the pain that throbs up from his injury and the dull haze of confusion blanketing his mind.

He hears someone's voice. A healer? He's not certain. They aren't in a clinic yet, are they? Gokudera turns his head and rests his cheek to Yamamoto's shoulder, letting his exhaustion get the better of him while. This position elevates his foot some, at least, but the shirt Yamamoto had fastened securely is nearly completely red.]

[Yamamoto does not even hesitate, despite Taichi's apprehension, he'll believe enough for the both of them. Because obviously he found him for a reason and Yamamoto is a boiling pool of optimism, even as he is worried about the bomber on his back.]

Can you help us? Gokudera shot himself in the foot.

[Yes, he is trying anything, hopefully at least they can get enough of a heal on it for Gokudera to finish the rest on his own. Whatever it takes, he is carefully holding onto his friend and looking at Taichi with a hopeful gaze.]

Shot himself--!?

[ EH?? He looks alarmed, then quickly looks around. There's a bench nearby. ]

Uh- uh- set him down and let me see! Here!

[ Did he really shoot himself? Shouldn't they call the hospital!? Taichi hurries over to the bench and rolls up his sleeves. He's never had to do a full emergency before!! This is trial by fire! ]

[Gokudera is now a boiling pool of embarrassment hearing Yamamoto tell a guy he's never met that he shot himself in the foot. It's not like he was trying to hurt himself! Being so open about what's happened makes him sound psychotic or stupid. There is no flattering way to explain his injury. He turns his head, pressing his face fully into the baseball idiot's shoulder and letting out a low suffering groan.

He won't fight being set down, but then... he's not very capable of putting up much of a fight when he feels so weak. Blood loss sure is making him feel a bit confused and faint.]

[A healer or hospital is a good idea, what worries Yamamoto is too much blood loss and no matter what healer they go to it won't be any good. Even if this is just a quick fix to get them to one of the Avalonians who can heal at higher levels he'll take it. He's not sure since he did not think to inspect the wound.]

Amazing! Thank you..

[Oh, he hears the groan but then there is a shoulder pressed into his shoulder and he speaks softly to his friend.]

Maa, maa, Gokudera, it's going to be okay.

[Yeah, he doesn't realize he embarrassed him, he thinks he's concerned for his injury. Either way Yamamoto carefully deposits the other as best he can on the bench, keeping his foot elevated so that Taichi can access the wound easier.]

[ Okay. Okay! Don't panic, Taichi! You can do this! His first real live non-practice session that's more serious than bumps and bruises!

Once he's down on the bench, Taichi goes to remove the shirt, and as soon as he sees the actual injury, he lets out a loud scream. ]

You really shot yourself!

[ He knows that he did, but he's never seen something like this before!! The shirt is definitely getting dropped on the ground in shock. ]

...

[Gokudera gives a slight start at the loud scream, then looks on at Yamamoto with a gently doubtful expression. He could have take him to a clinic, and instead he's dealing with a guy who can't even handle an arrow wound.]

Yeah. ow.

[If he looks as bad as he feels, is that hurting or helping the situation. Blood loss has made him feel confused, and given his first instinct is to get irritated and yell, his fatigue just makes him appear grumpy, pale and in pain, which -duh- he is.]

C'mon gotta get it... taken care of.

[He sits up with a soft groan and leans, putting a hand on Yamamoto's shoulder to convince him to pick him back up. This isn't funny.]

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