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A piercing scream ripped through the halls near the mobile infirmary, which, in its customary shifting patterns, was temporarily located on the fifth floor.

The lone occupant of the sterile room jolted up in his bed, bewildered blue eyes frantically searching the otherwise empty room. His right hand kept flexing long digits over the bedspread, just twitching, grasping, spreading over the clean sheets, not so much holding anything as to just moving. His left hand looked like it wanted to too, but the lower arm was held splinted between two aluminum rods -some might recognize it as Kid's glider frame- and slung tight to his body.

It took Kaito a moment to correlate his raw throat to the noise which woke him.

"K-k-kami..." he whispered, voice cracking from how parched it was but sounding so musical to his own ears.

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Absinthe's gentle actions were so reminiscent of Kaito's last immobile moment, just hours ago when the agent bandaged the same wounds he caused, that the thief shivered. Except he can shiver right now, and when he wanted to bite his lips his muscles responded, which made this nightmare.... better.

Kaito was meek though. He winced when his arm was maneuvered and kept his gaze averted, hoping to lead Absinthe into a false sense of security. Whatever else Absinthe wanted to do to his arm, Kaito knew he wanted no part in it.

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Absinthe traced a gentle finger down the line of his arm, checking the set of it. He frowned slightly at the slight swelling, and the vague tinge to the skin which meant it was threatening to come out in a bruise.

He grasped Kaito's chin in a quick movement, tipping the thief's head back to meet his gaze yet again.

"Stay," he said firmly, then turned to the side-cabinets, searching for the arnica - and plaster-of-paris while he was at it.

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Kaito answered with a fearful look, none of it faked, and hid all his relief when Absinthe moved away. It was his chance. He waited until Absinthe's head was buried in one cabinet standing as far from Kaito as the agent ever would be....

Before he bolted.

Grasping his broken arm tight against his chest with his right hand, he leaped off the bed. The blanket fell away from his naked form but he didn't care. It was now or never.

He ran out the door and kept running, never turning to look back.

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Absinthe turned with a startled noise, chasing Kaito-- to the door. He stopped with a snarl, shaking again, hands clenched as he clung onto the doorframe like a lifeline.

Damn that thief anyway! Damn him!