The glass revealed darkness, a patch of moonlight showing a bit of hardwood and the edge of a dog bed. Something brown and fat pads into view, eyes glinting with sudden light. Chuchi is there at the glass door, a much lighter sleeper than her trainer. She's on edge. She can smell the blood, and to see Ziadem, old nemesis she's angry. But her attention is drawn to the other passengers. Blood. She hates Onyx. She hates him deeply. Even so she darted away rushing through the apartment with such force a door slams into the wall. [break][break]

Andres is roused abruptly by the overgrown normal type pouncing on top of him barking and growling as she pulled at linens and bit at her trainer. He's up, confused as she makes noise and runs in circles trying to convey the magnitude of this moment. He rubs his eyes, suddenly panicked. Any intrusion Chuchi could handle without him. What was she so worried for? [break][break]

Perhaps it's another dog? Andres nearly trips over himself as he moved out the room, tailing after Chuchi as she put paws on the glass, the lock too high for her to get. Andres' hand is sliding the lock down just as he looked through, tired eyes widening in shock at the sight. He takes in a shaky breath frozen for a moment as he flashed back to months ago when he had seen something just as gruesome, with Onyx the cause of it all. Now it's the opposite, and Andres doesn't know what to do. [break][break]

He slammed the door open for the trio, whistling sharply to get his partner's attention. "Bring the towels form the bathroom." he urged as the Eevee moved away. Breathing began to get harder as he moved in closer to Onyx, unsure how to grab or move him. "Onyx-! S-Say something. Stay awake!" he said as Chuchi dragged back a light pink towel for Andres to try to wrap around the worst of it. He looked to the Gardevoir for guidance, ready to apply pressure. [break][break]

"Why are you here?! You need a hospital!" he hissed, hand shaking a the state his friend was in.

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"No, no, no-" This is a nightmare scenario. Andres had no idea what he was doing. He'd barely prepared for his own bumps and scrapes. He never learned to take care of himself despite the hell Onyx had put him through. Now there's blood everywhere, more than Andres had ever seem in his life and it made him sick. And Onyx- Onyx isn't angry with him for being useless, or annoyed for being panicky. He's barely there, whispering his name like he can help. He can't. He doesn't know how. [break][break]

The damage is gruesome, but he swallowed down the bile rising in his throat. He had to do something. "Ok, ok." he said, nodding sharply as the Gardevoir showed him the damages. "Onyx- Onyx I'm here ok-" he said trying to get his voice above a whisper. He'd never thought he'd see the man laid so low. Onyx had always been so much larger than life. And now? He's dying? On his balcony? No- this is a nightmare. He had to wake up from it right? [break][break]

Chuchi came back, bringing company with her. A lithe Espeon, alert and watching, focusing on Amplexus before her eyes glow as well, memorizing the move for a second. Another gentle wash of LIFE DEW drops delicately onto Onyx as she used COPYCAT. Chuchi, for her part, is dragging anything that can soak up the blood while Andres worked. He's so careful, and so fucking scared. First the chest. The thickest, fluffiest towel goes there. "I'm picking him up." he announce, with the Espeon assisting with psychic prowess. Slowly, they lift Onyx just enough to wrap a couple of towels before setting down gently. It's soft, but he can feel how wet they're getting already. [break][break]

"Onyx keep your eyes open." He pleaded, as Chuchi brought him a hand towel, which he lets LIFE DEW soak into from his pokemon before laying it across eye and brow. "What the fuck happened?"


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Andres nods and nods and nods as the Gardevoir shoots feelings into his head. Not phrases, exactly but he can feel that on some level, they're both in the same state of mind. Panicked because onyx straub is like this, and furious because this isn't a hospital and he needs proper medical care. His eyes go to Zia before back to Onyx as the pokemon there did there best to help. By this point, Chuchi had ripped all the towels out of his bathroom and was loudly rummaging through the linen closet for the few back ups they had, carelessly dropping them into a pile next to her owner. [break][break]

He knows enough about pokemon and medicine to know, while the magic of a good LIFE DEW is better than nothing, Onyx needed stiches, and possibly a way to deal with internal bleeding which Andres was wholly unfamiliar with. He felt his chest seize, barely able to hear Onyx as he speaks. A fucking bear. "Of course you got into a fight with a fuckin' bear." he said trying to laugh and failing miserably. Why? Why'd he do this? [break][break]

As the Gardevoir palms him something, Andres settles the rag carefully to cool Onyx's eye and looks over the parfait glass. It's foreign, alien to him. It takes a second to realize its the glass he'd handed Onyx when the guy had first come over. "You brought it back?" he didn't even remember asking for it. He gripped it tightly all the same trying to wipe the blood off of it with his shirt. "Seriously?!" he snapped. "Is this why you didn't go to a fucking ER?" he asked, emotion pricking his eyes and blurring his vision, but he needs to see him. So he angrily swiped at his eyes, as his pokemon try to help in any way they can. Chuchi drags away soaked towels and flops cleaner ones for use. His Espeon dips his head nosing the deepest of wounds as more LIFE DEW drips down like tears. [break][break]

He swallowed again, carefully setting the glass down and moving back to trying to clean Onyx up. He picks up where he left off, vaguely wondering if tying the thinner towels, just as a temporary measure, would be a good option. And then he does it anyway, because they are GOING to a hospital. "You could've waited, Onyx." he pleaded leaning in as he refolded the towel and pressed a cleaner section of it on top of the wound on his eye.

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Onyx was struggling, but he still had the audacity to laugh. He wondered if he was too loopy to understand he was dying- could die. Andres doesn't want him to panic, so he tries to go along wit hit, but there's only so much he can take. The most blood he's ever seen like this was his own. Eyes wide, and body cold. He moved hair out of his face, and adjust the little towel. "You did. I'm glad." he assured the man bleeding out before him. [break][break]

He can't smile for long, horrified at what Onyx says next. His reasoning. He felt the WHY? bubble up in his throat but he promptly stopped it, crying instead. He can't help it. He can't do anything for Onyx except cry. They bloom at the edges of his eyes, overflowing as he talks. "Th-Thank you. I-I-I missed it-" he managed, something griping his throat in a vice. He can't break down here. He cannot stop right now. Onyx would die. And then Andres would surely follow with Ziadem looming over him. [break][break]

His ESPEON is doing their best, next to Amplexus but Andres has to call it. "Chuchi!" he calls out as he tries to wrap Onyx as securely as possible while the Pokémon still try to keep him on this plane of existence. "Shoes!" Moment later Chuchi is dutifully dragging a hoodie, and some slides which Andres throats on. "Ziadem, t-the hospital in 3 bl-blocks East." He began, wiping his eyes quickly. "Please he-help get us there." [break][break]

He doesn't have the courage to look the predator in the eyes, unable to hide his own shame of doing nothing for Onyx. "I'm sorry." he whispered as he carefully slid his hands under and around Onyx's body. He lifts him up, curls him protectively and looks at Amplexus for help.


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Gods, please, please, please let it not be too late. He trusts Amplexus more than he trusts Ziadem. And he also trusts Ziadem won't let him die when he's currently the only human conscious enough to help her trainer. There's certainties in that at least. He feels Onyx moving in his arms but the movements are anything but difficult. [break][break]

In there, there's a lack of power and strength he knows Onyx had. Andres has taken the brunt of Onyx's strength. He knows his rival, his bully, his friend. He knows him. He knows him well enough to know that he is not ok. As if all the goddamn blood and wheezing wasn't enough of a fucking tell. [break][break]

Why? Why did he care at all about someone that made his childhood a living fucking misery? Why did he care if Onyx hurt? If he was Onyx's emergency contact? [break][break]

Did he think it was just out of convenience? Absolutely. And he'd had no problem with being used so fervently. It doesn't affect why he cares. He just does. He always has. A pathetic desire that he thought he crushed and killed years ago when he sat in that hospital bed, skull cracked and hopped up on enough morphine to down a Cuphant. [break][break]

"You're hurt, Onyx." he explained, word ever gentle as he tired not to fucking lose it, 7 stories above the ground. "You're hurt. A-and I-" He can feel Onyx trying to look at him and he only holds the idiot closer. "I'm scared for you." Wind whips past them as Onyx's pokemon take the wheel. The hospital isn't far, especially on a flying type. "T-The ER's to the right." he urged Ziadem, ready to slide off the large bird and book it for the doors.

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"You better not." That's what Andres says, and yet he lets them take Onyx. Even as the poor bastard reaches out for him. But he can't do anything, he's just in the way. "I'm sorry-" he managed as he watched them carry him off. He looks down on the blood on his arm. The little towel is almost comical when you looked at the stains on his sweatshirt. "I-" [break][break]

Any semblance of put togetherness, of calm, crumbles as the orderly spoke to him. He follows her lead, tears blurring his vision and his breathing short and hard. He's trying not to panic again. "I- I don't know-" he managed as she said something about forms. He barely knew Onyx's last name how was he supposed to fill out his forms. [break][break]

He's not sure how long it has been. He cycles from sobbing, covering his face and trying to muddle his cries and keep the paper tear stain free, to quietly focused. His writing is neater than it should be, given how he shakes form the cold of the AC being pumped into the hospital. He gets up, hides in the bathroom a few times and dry heaves on the toilet. There's nothing he can do about the blood. He isn't about to leave the place just to change. He comes back out, sits, gets asks a couple of questions and then is left alone to cry all over again. [break][break]

Eventually he thinks he's settle4d down. Eventually, he ends up, head resting on the wall, eyes bloodshot and face sticky waiting for news, and update of any kind. He wished he could sleep. At some point he leaves to go outside and see it Amplexus and Ziadem are still aorund, ready to offer them Cheetos or some kind of snack.

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He's too tired to flinch from her, letting the bird pokemon act as she pleased. The hospital was right behind him. IF he bled, he could get patched up pretty quickly anyway. Ziadem is surprisingly slow though and he lets her take her pick. "Oh. Yeah, sure." he said wiping his hands on his shirt and looking back at the Corviknight. "I'll bring back updates." he promised before hurrying after the Joy. [break][break]

"He fought a bear and won." Andres said flatly. That's what he'd been told anyway. He nodded along with her. Yeah. Yeah Onyx was tough. He remembered him stripping. How from every angle onyx straub had so many scars criss crossing his body. Marks and leftovers of countless fights. He couldn't tell which were the point of a knives and which were claws or fangs. Maybe, it didn't really matter. Onyx had survived and that was the proof. [break][break]

This was just another scar. Still, when she mentions the eye he flinched. He's seen nothing but darkness and bone when the guy came to him. "I-It's gone?" Not Onyx, not to him. But before he can press on the eyeball, she opens the door and he grows quiet. His heart freezes like its being clamped down by a vice. [break][break]

"Of course he did." He wondered how scared he'd been when he'd let go. Onyx was the scariest guy he knew. But even Onyx, delirious from blood loss, would be scared wouldn't he? Andres certainly would be. "T-Thank you." he mumbled, stepping carefully into the room and listening to the gentle hum of the equipment and the beeping of the heart monitor. He stands by the bedside taking in the sight. The air is yanked out of his lungs as a memory surfaced and he swallowed hard. This- This wasn't like that. Not like her. He couldn't do that again. [break][break]

"Onyx," he watched him breath in his sleep. Cleaned up and looking worse than when he'd arrived. It's scary. "I'm sorry- I-I left...but I'm here now." he whispered. He hesitated, fingers trialing down he man's arm before carefully touching a hand. He checks there's no tubes or equipment before carefully wrapping his hand around the fingers and pulling a chair. He'd stay there, until they moved him again. "Please get better."

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