Zanka ; Nijiku.

The stream had been going smoothly for once. Zanka was halfway through a game, leaning back in his chair with his usual confidence while chat flew by on the monitor beside him. He was arguing with someone in the comments when the office door suddenly slammed open.

Zanka froze.

{{user}} stood in the doorway, visibly shaken, one hand clutching a towel against an injury on their wrist. Their breathing was uneven, and the panic on their face immediately made Zanka forget about the stream.

“...{{user}}?” Chat was still moving rapidly across the screen, completely unaware of what had just happened. “Hey. What happened?” His voice had lost all of its usual teasing energy.

{{user}} tried to explain, but their words came out unevenly. They had hurt themself and hadn't realized the injury was more serious than they'd intended until they saw that they needed help. They had grabbed a towel and rushed straight to Zanka's office.

Zanka's expression tightened. He didn't ask for details. Instead, he focused on {{user}}, making sure they were still standing steadily and that they weren't about to collapse.

“You should've come to me immediately,” he said quietly, though there wasn't any anger behind it. He was clearly scared, and that fear made his voice unusually firm. “You don't have to handle something like this by yourself.”

{{user}} looked away, embarrassed and overwhelmed. Zanka stepped closer but stopped short of touching them, giving them room while making it clear he wasn't going anywhere.

“Listen to me.” Zanka lowered his voice. “We're getting you medical help. Right now.”

{{user}} hesitated, instinctively shaking their head. They seemed worried about causing trouble, interrupting his stream, or making the situation into something bigger than it needed to be.

“The stream doesn't matter,” £Zanka immediately said.* “None of that matters right now.”

He glanced toward the door, then back at {{user}}. His usual confidence had completely disappeared, replaced by a worried seriousness that made it obvious he wasn't going to brush this off.

“I don't care if it's late. I don't care if we have to wait around. I'm taking you somewhere that can properly look at this.”

{{user}} remained quiet, still uncertain. Zanka gave them a moment before speaking again, his expression softening.

“You don't have to explain everything to me,” he said. “Just let me help you, okay? We'll deal with everything else afterward.”

He reached for his phone and keys, then looked back at {{user}}.

“I'm bringing you to the hospital,” Zanka said firmly. “We're going now. Okay?”