[He doesn't have the time to properly melt the bars through to make the splint, to say nothing of what to use for lashing it on outside of abandoning Dan Heng to strip some cultist of their clothes. No, he'll have to endure it and trust the medication to numb the dragon enough to handle the trip. Bakugo's attentive nature is enough to make sure there are no further damages along the way. Hopefully there won't be some asshole lying in wait to challenge that...]
It's dead and gone. Don't worry about shit. [No more dwelling on the creature or the monstrous people who put Dan Heng down here. He wants to tell the dragon to stop thinking, but also needs him to stay conscious. Stay with me. Don't fall into the darkness. Don't go into the light. As Dan Heng settles in his arms on against his chest and shoulder, Bakugo crosses the battlefield littered with chunked flooring and walls from the fight. There's no sign of the kaiju. Apparently it turned into a man-like figure and then vanished into ashes upon its defeat. "Dead" is questionable. "Gone" is not.
Bakugo continues to glance down to Dan Heng, giving him eye contact for his own support and the blonde's assurance. Telling him about the doctors early should help to avoid any panic when they get up there and Bakugo has to pass him off to people he won't know. Hell, he's not giving Dan Heng over; he'll put him on the medical bed himself and stand beside him until they're ready to put him under or Dan Heng is comforted enough not to need his presence anymore.]
I'll be with you the whole time. [As much as possible. So the dragon knows it's not some shitty trick. He should apologize for lifting him, for hurting him, but there's no other way. Leaving him there isn't happening. Bakugo tries to take his steps carefully, avoiding jostling Dan Heng or bumping him into anything. Sometimes he has to tug his head up and down to make sure those damn horns stop poking him in the jugular. One time he's gonna bite them if they piss him off too much. Getting them against his cheek helps to push the problem aside for now. Until he has to move his head to look again.]
Heh, hope you bit them in a real good area. [Any vengeful pleasure over Dan Heng's resistance darkens at the mention of the muzzle. Okay, getting off that fucking topic. The goal's to avoid talking about that shit. As he starts up the stairs, Bakugo leans his back slightly to avoid rocking Dan Heng with his steps.] Tell me your favorite color or food.
[Something benign, happy (hopefully) to push the memories aside and still keep the dragon wakeful.]
he brought it on himself with his attitude. character development.
It's dead and gone. Don't worry about shit. [No more dwelling on the creature or the monstrous people who put Dan Heng down here. He wants to tell the dragon to stop thinking, but also needs him to stay conscious. Stay with me. Don't fall into the darkness. Don't go into the light. As Dan Heng settles in his arms on against his chest and shoulder, Bakugo crosses the battlefield littered with chunked flooring and walls from the fight. There's no sign of the kaiju. Apparently it turned into a man-like figure and then vanished into ashes upon its defeat. "Dead" is questionable. "Gone" is not.
Bakugo continues to glance down to Dan Heng, giving him eye contact for his own support and the blonde's assurance. Telling him about the doctors early should help to avoid any panic when they get up there and Bakugo has to pass him off to people he won't know. Hell, he's not giving Dan Heng over; he'll put him on the medical bed himself and stand beside him until they're ready to put him under or Dan Heng is comforted enough not to need his presence anymore.]
I'll be with you the whole time. [As much as possible. So the dragon knows it's not some shitty trick. He should apologize for lifting him, for hurting him, but there's no other way. Leaving him there isn't happening. Bakugo tries to take his steps carefully, avoiding jostling Dan Heng or bumping him into anything. Sometimes he has to tug his head up and down to make sure those damn horns stop poking him in the jugular. One time he's gonna bite them if they piss him off too much. Getting them against his cheek helps to push the problem aside for now. Until he has to move his head to look again.]
Heh, hope you bit them in a real good area. [Any vengeful pleasure over Dan Heng's resistance darkens at the mention of the muzzle. Okay, getting off that fucking topic. The goal's to avoid talking about that shit. As he starts up the stairs, Bakugo leans his back slightly to avoid rocking Dan Heng with his steps.] Tell me your favorite color or food.
[Something benign, happy (hopefully) to push the memories aside and still keep the dragon wakeful.]