[ well, that's really all there is to it, isn't it? he doesn't reply, instead opting to take action. he knows that he's taking a risk in this, but there's no time to waste. if the injuries are minor, he can take them to his apartment and patch them up there. if they need more attention then that, it's the hospital.
the blood and oil trail that he sees leading up to their suite is troubling, to say the least. the door to it is indeed open, but there's a moment of hesitation before he opens the bathroom door...
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ill be ok
more worried itll hurt someone else
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[ now he's scared. if this thing hurt an innocent child... that's not something he can forgive. ]
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[There's a pause between this and the next text.]
could use bandages
one i have isnt sticking anymore
[IMPLYING THEY'RE BLEEDING. This is awful.]
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think my apartments open
but not sure
[... And mind the mess. There may or may not be small trails of blood and oil in the hallway leading up to the apartment, as well as inside of it.]
➝ action;
the blood and oil trail that he sees leading up to their suite is troubling, to say the least. the door to it is indeed open, but there's a moment of hesitation before he opens the bathroom door...
but he does. ]