Aoko had also started towards 1412 when he stumbled, but Kaito beat her to catching him. She waited for him to get a proper grip, then nodded at his instruction, expression drawn and worried as she slipped underneath 1412's other arm to support him.
He was so thin, lighter than she remembered Kaito being when she'd had to support his weight during his injury, and she wondered just how much he ate. He felt... fragile.
"Will he be okay?" she asked Kaito, worriedly. He had more medical knowledge than she did. Granted, even if the assassin wouldn't be okay, she wasn't sure how much she could do about it. She doubted there was blood transfusion equipment in the infirmary. And even if there was, did any of them know how to use it? Did 1412 even have the same blood type as Kaito?
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He was so thin, lighter than she remembered Kaito being when she'd had to support his weight during his injury, and she wondered just how much he ate. He felt... fragile.
"Will he be okay?" she asked Kaito, worriedly. He had more medical knowledge than she did. Granted, even if the assassin wouldn't be okay, she wasn't sure how much she could do about it. She doubted there was blood transfusion equipment in the infirmary. And even if there was, did any of them know how to use it? Did 1412 even have the same blood type as Kaito?