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Characters: Tsuna, Enma and later Yamamoto, Gokudera and Reborn perhaps? Maybe some doctors later
Location: Some quiet street not too far from the Casualty Communal
Rating: PG-13 at the most?
Time: Shortly after being attacked by Gamzee
Description: Tsuna gets stabbed, his boyfriend Enma finds him bleeding out on the streets and doesn't take it very well.

Blood dripped from his fingers, staining the pavement as he limped down the streets, stumbling around unsteadily. It was too dark for him to see where he was going properly and the pain clouded his mind. He wasn't even sure where he was going anymore. He was so tired. Every step was almost agonizing to take. Deciding a moment of rest wouldn't hurt, he turned into a small alley, leaving a bloody hand print on the wall as he used it as a prop to slowly lower himself to the ground.

His breathing hitched as he pulled at the wound on his stomach and he gritted his teeth, pressing his palm back against it to stop the blood from flowing. The edges of his vision began to fade in and out, despite his attempts to stay awake. Stay awake and--get home. No. Hospital.

The hospital would help right?

Right.

He would get there, tell his friends that he was okay(as soon as he found his communicator. It wasn't in his pockets so he must have dropped it somewhere when he had fled). Just right after he rested for a bit.

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The hospital doors closed behind Enma with a quiet click, and he peered cautiously down into the bag he held. New first aid supplies were a given for someone like him, and he'd rather not lose anything before he even got home. More gauze. Bandages. Rubbing alcohol. Cotton balls. Everything?

Everything. Good.

He started back towards the Communal, eyes fixed on his feet, because he never quite knew when the sidewalk would decide to trip him up. Had to be careful. Ah, but first--

First there were the cats. The cute ones in that alley by the Communal that he hadn't seen in a couple days that maybe, hopefully had at least eaten the food he'd left earlier.

Looping the handles of the plastic bag twice around his hand, he turned down the alleyway. His mock-newls echoed a little too much for his taste in the quiet, and he pulled his gaze up from the sidewalk to search for any sign of feline activity.

Instead his eyes fell on the crumpled form of someone by the wall. A someone whose mess of spiky hair would give them away without fail.

"Tsuna-kun?!"

There was blood. A lot of it, Enma realized as he fussed with the bag's handles. 'Don't move him, don't move him,' he repeated to himself as he reached out to take his friend's hand.

"Tsuna-kun, what happened?!"