Tending To Yumei

Tadashi carried Yumei inside the dilapidated warehouse, the air thick with the smell of dust and decay. He gently laid her down against a stack of dusty bags of potting mix. With a swift, powerful kick, he sent a large, rickety shelf crashing against the warehouse door, effectively barricading their entrance.

He looks down at her, his gaze cold like stone. He was a kaleidoscope of personalities; crazy, calm, cocky, creepy, and strangely stupid. It was unsettling.

Tadashi quickly grabbed a battered medical kit tucked away in a shadowed corner and began pulling out supplies. He approached Yumei, his movements fluid and precise despite the visible blood staining his uniform.

"Don't you need treatment first? You got shot," Yumei said, her voice a low murmur.

"So did you." He says dismissively. 

"Thanks for worrying though Alakan." He says with a wink. 

He seemed remarkably unaffected by the gunshot wound he’d sustained. Does he even feel pain? Well he certainly appeared remarkably composed, aside from the growing area of blood blossoming on his shirt. 

Tadashi knelt beside her and began to roll up her leggings. It felt odd, knowing that not long ago she was sitting on the toilet waiting for everyone to leave. Especially Tadashi. Can't say she ever imagined this happening.

Tadashi finished rolling up her leggings and took a look at her wound. He then efficiently cleaned and dressed the injury, his movements practiced and skilled. When he finished, he stood up and let out a long sigh.

"All… done…" he trailed off, his voice fading. He stumbled and fell against the cupboard beside them, knocking a mug full of pens over. His eyes fluttered closed as the mug shattered on the floor, and he collapsed, his body hitting the ground with a soft thud.  

Blood, dark and viscous, flowed from the corner of his mouth. He was bleeding internally.

"Tadashi?" Yumei whispered. As much as she hated Tadashi, she wasn't ready to be alone after everything that just happened.

To be Continued...