you're killing me again.

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Who: D and Leon.
What: After D's kidnapping.
When: Shortly after the Malnosso dumped D in the snow.
Where: Base of the mountain range.
Summary: D is in bad shape. Who does he call? Why, Leon, of course!
Rating: PG-13 for aftermath of violence and Leon's mouth.


Red. All the snow-covered ground around him was being slowly stained red, and getting more so by the second. Even he was colored in crimson, his clothes and his skin and his hair. After all, he was bleeding quite profusely.

There were a multitude of wounds littering his body, only slightly obscured by his torn and ripped clothing. A multitude of bite marks and ragged gashes that were especially prevalent about his arms and legs, as well as his wings, which were missing quite a few of their delicate feathers and covered in the same cloying red as everything else.

D stared at the ground quite intently, propped up on his hands, shivering like a leaf being battered in some phantom storm. He was trying his best to stave off the dizziness and drowsiness that tore at him simultaneously and fighting against the waves of exhaustion that assaulted his injured body as he focused on keeping his breathing steady. Death wouldn’t hesitate to greet him if he were to lose consciousness here.

He had one chance.

He grabbed for the little book that was miraculously still on his person.

It wouldn't be long before he passed out.

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He was sure he hadn't quite ripped out of a house so fast in a while. He had dropped the notebook, grabbed his coat and ran out the door with his sneakers half on and his coat falling off. He was running as fast as his long legs would carry him.

He swore he had to search forever. Forever must have passed because he couldn't even see straight in the cold snow on the ground anymore. He was almost thankful for the spilling blood as he was a beacon in the world of white. He ran over, falling down to his knees and shaking the frail count lightly by his shoulders. "Hey! Hey hold on, got it? Can you hear me?!"

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Everything was pitch black for a moment, and cold, but the cold had permeated his body and it wasn’t going to go away when he woke up again, he knew. He must have passed out, because the next thing he was aware of was being shaken awake and the dull pain that was shooting through his nerves, alerting him to the need to get warm, get warmer, because if he didn’t he was going to die. He tried to move, but it was difficult.

And then it came back - He had been thrown in the middle of nowhere after being experimented on. He had lost consciousness (he was surprised that he was still alive). And the Detective...

“D... Detective!” He could manage to speak, at least. He tried to prop himself up again, but found that not being able to feel made that quite a feat, so instead he settled for reaching forward and curling his fingers tightly into the front of the detective’s jacket and holding on firmly.

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Leon pulled off his coat and wrapped it around D. He was fairly unaffected, at least for now. He worked on the police force and blood was not a new site. Lacerations, gashes, hemorrhaging - he's seen it all. He couldn't panic right now, that was for later. "I'm taking you back, okay? Sorry if it hurts, but I have to hurry before you bleed out," he said, stern and serious as he lifted D up quick and started carrying him bridal style with quick steps.

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D re-situated his grip on the thinner fabric of the detective's shirt as he was shifted, knuckles bumping against chest. "Ah... Yes."

He could feel the phantom ache of senseless limbs, and remembered clearly the sharp pain of teeth and claws-- there was no doubt that it would revisit him quickly once he regained warmth. However, pain wasn't that great of a personal concern. Once he healed it wouldn't make any difference in the long run. Debilitating injuries were more of a worry, but he wasn't about to consider that here, now, when he could barely manage to keep from letting his eyes slip closed again.

Instead, he rested his head listlessly against the detective's chest and focused on not loosing consciousness.

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"Good," he said, voice stern. He needed D to understand staying awake right now was important. He didn't know what loony crap this guy knew about animals, but Leon at least knew this much about humans.

He started running back as fast as he could without thrashing the suddenly fragile China doll in his grip, pissed beyond belief but swallowing it down for now. Maybe the Count hated his work, but it trained him for these situations. He knew how to handle himself, in the desperate moment, at least.

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D had the distinct feeling he was starting to loose the battle to keep his eyes open, to stay conscience. He was lightheaded and the dizziness of heavy blood-loss was becoming overwhelming and he was also very, very tired, his body strained beyond belief-- far beyond its normal boundaries. It was surprising to him that his heart hadn’t failed yet, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the Malnosso had done something to keep him from losing his life so effortlessly. The Malnosso toying with his vital organs wasn’t a very tasteful thought, but that just made it seem all the more likely.

He swallowed a few times to clear his throat, finding that it took some effort to speak clearly and loudly enough to be heard.

“Detective... I cannot... keep... I cannot...” His words slurred and ran together as he trailed off, his body going limp as he once again fell helplessly into the realm of the unconscious.

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Little buildings growing bigger and bigger. It was the fixation his eyes had set on as he kept moving, keeping that body held steady and secure so it wouldn't jolt out more blood. At least he was ignoring the frigid conditions more and more as he kept moving and focusing.

"Ah... fuck fuck DAMN IT!" he snapped, feeling the other fall into a rag doll state. He ripped forward, not caring as much about the jolting body at this point. Speed was more important.

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D continued in his dreamless state. It would probably be a good amount of time before consciousness returned to his battered body, freezing and loosing more blood my the second. There was a definite danger of him going into shock - it would be a wonder if he was able to pull through and live, but there was a chance, and chances were something he wasn't a stranger to.

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He was sure he'd nearly broken down the wooden door of the clinic as he rushed in and demanded help, barked at the volunteers for it. He turned the limp, frail doll over to one of them and followed them without much protest from them down the hall to a room. He felt impatient, trying not to start hounding the poor person down.

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Things came back to him momentarily, a dull and badly lit view of his surroundings due to hazy swimming vision were hardly sufficient for telling where he was, but he felt it was warmer and that he was no longer outside. That, at least, was a good sign. He could also tell that he was now being carried by someone who was most certainly not the detective, and wanted to ask why, but fell victim to restless darkness once again before he even had the chance to try and speak.

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Leon followed D all the way to the room he was placed in, keeping watch as the other was cleaned and bandaged and given painkillers. A lot of blood had been lost and they had discussed needing to find someone who had better medical skills than those here. He was worried, admittedly, and wished he had some cigarettes or just one can of beer to calm himself down.

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D woke again after a short while- thankfully with more clarity than his last waking. He blinked, taking in the ceiling above him and the obvious fact he was laying in a bed now, that his injuries had been bandaged, and that he had been given something to ease the physical pain of the wounds covering his body. He felt warmer now as well, his body no longer dangerously cold, but the lightheadedness caused by all of the blood he had lost was still very present. There was no doubt that it would be for a while- the Malnosso may have had the ability to do successful blood transfusions, but the Filial didn't.

He attempted to move his arm, as a test, and found his muscles too weak to cooperate with him. It wasn't surprising. So instead he focused on steady, thorough breathing and staying conscious for as long as he possibly could this time around.

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Leon perked up, glancing over to the occupied bed with the slighjtly roused 'human' in it. "Don't move around," he snapped as he noticed the attempt to squirm his arm. "You'll start bleeding again."

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D removed his attention from the ceiling to the person speaking to him, letting his head fall to the side but not bothering to move any further. It didn't matter now that he knew he couldn't. It was an odd combination-- the lightheaded dizziness of bloodloss and the lead-heavy weight of exhaustion. They didn't mix well at all.

He spoke quietly in response to the Detective's words, his voice weak with exhaustion. "Do not worry, Detective, I don't think that I am able to..."

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"Still, you should sleep more, now that you're somewhere safe," the blond cop remarked. He huffed and stood up, walking across the room to be close enough so the other could see him there. "You know you're gonna have to stay here a while."

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"Yes, of course." He responded. It wasn't untrue, he knew that rest was what he needed most now, but he didn't relish in the thought of falling asleep and unto the arms of death. It seemed an unlikely event after all that had happened, but with as drained as his body was there was no guarantee that his heart wouldn't just stop. Death may not be a permanent thing here, but that didn't mean they knew the nature of it any more than they had in any other world.

Not that it mattered greatly what he thought-- he wasn't strong enough to hold off sleep forever.

He smiled weakly, the frail curvature of his lips telling more of his fatigue than even his sluggish body language. "Thank you, Detective. For saving me."

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Leon tried to shrug it off nonchalantly, but couldn't help his little smirk. "Yeah yeah, well, it's my job. And if you got offed here, I couldn't book you when we get home," he replied, standing up and walking over. He placed his large palm over the frail man's eyes. "It's too bright in here to doze off, huh? But they need to look you over more... so I can't turn off... or blow out.. or however you shut off the lights here... so I'll make it dark for ya.."

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"Mn, yes." Was the not-quite-coherent reply he offered. He felt like he should have some sort of smart response, but the words were slipping through his mind like grains of sand.

He didn't even realize that the detective had walked over to him until a hand was placed across his eyes, and he couldn't help the slight surprised sound that escaped his lips at the unexpected gesture. He schooled his expression into another lazy smile before whispering the words 'Thank you.' once again and allowing his eyes to flutter closed.

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Leon was... pleased with the little thanks, keeping his hand firm and in place until he felt the eyelashes tickle his rough palm in closing. He smiled a little and muttered a 'you're welcome,' and stood still there, quiet and waiting for a deeper sleep to capture the Count.

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The frail-bodied man didn't bother to respond this time, and instead finally acquiesced to sleep, too weary to fight the urge any longer.

His rest this time, at least, was actual sleep and not merely restless unconsciousness. He dreamed, a myriad of objects and subjects occupying his mind. He wouldn't wake up for a long while, now.