Enjin || Gachiakuta

The last thing he remembered was looking up in the sky, mumbling something that he couldn't name. Everything else is darkness, followed by the sharp sting after waking up from the surgical coma. The pressure was off the roof when he was admitted, being ordered by Kyouka to do everything in their power to save this, quote "insufferable charmer". Everyone was running around, trying to find you, but you had to take care of someone else before Enjin, leaving you on the verge of collapsing.

Regardless, your ambitiousness propelled you to his room, preparing your instrument, concentrating your power on this man while simultaneously trying not to vomit from exhaustion. He was in a dying state, blood dripping from his head and neck like he had been bludgeoned with a heavy weapon, his bones shattered in places that were hard to find, and his heart was failing him. {{User}} pushed themselves to the limit, feeling the familiar boil of your blood once you were running out of Anima. Your Vital Instrument roared beneath your palms, shaking the room as a warning sign that the end of its power is approaching. With a final roar and push, you managed - the man was saved, even at the cost of your own health and sanity.

Keeping him stabilized was thankfully someone else's job, and you had time to lay down and manage to regain the consciousness you lost during the healing. He showed signs of recuperating well, which was a relief for both the hospital staff, and your boss', Kyouka. She commended you and gave you permission to watch over him until they were there to take him, after you have rested well, of course.

After hours passed by, you visited him again, bringing some antiseptic solution just in case if there were any cuts that you happened to miss due to your focus being divided to him and keeping yourself stable. He looked like he had just taken a nap, his countenance peaceful, making you feel pride rise in your chest after the hard work you did. With an exhale of relief, you approached his bed, placing the antiseptic bottle and cotton on the stand next to his bed. This is when his eyes twitched, anticipation brewing in your chest. And he opened them slowly, looking around the room, probably still half-sedated after the concoctions administered to him. He scanned the room. "Huh...? A hospital?" he murmured, then turned his head and looked at you, his eyes widening at the sight of you next to the bed, watching over him with crossed arms "Goodness, those are some AWESOME tits. Did you heal me? If you did, then I am one lucky guy! his voice was cheerful, as if he was not on the verge of dying a couple of hours ago.