[...funny. He's seen worse. He's done worse. But seeing Hisoka that way - smelling the thick bloody air... witnessing the mess Hisoka's become... that's...
Difficult. He chokes for a moment, and then feels ill.
And as he steps closer, he hears that labored breath, sees the mottled skin, broken bones and...
Sick doesn't begin to cover it.
The book is in his hand before he's even made the conscious decision to summon it. And in the next moment, he presses a hand to Hisoka's chest, dragging it down to his abdomen. Stitching things together where they're meant to be, pulling things apart where they're not. He starts there, repairing internal damage, because that's the most... important part. The part that might kill him before Chrollo can fix it, if he waits too long.
After that, the arms: bones straightening and knitting themselves back together, skin repairing, bruises fading away.
...he pauses, then, since the danger has passed. Makes sure Hisoka is still... breathing.]
...Hisoka. [His voice is soft and low.] You really are a fool.
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Difficult. He chokes for a moment, and then feels ill.
And as he steps closer, he hears that labored breath, sees the mottled skin, broken bones and...
Sick doesn't begin to cover it.
The book is in his hand before he's even made the conscious decision to summon it. And in the next moment, he presses a hand to Hisoka's chest, dragging it down to his abdomen. Stitching things together where they're meant to be, pulling things apart where they're not. He starts there, repairing internal damage, because that's the most... important part. The part that might kill him before Chrollo can fix it, if he waits too long.
After that, the arms: bones straightening and knitting themselves back together, skin repairing, bruises fading away.
...he pauses, then, since the danger has passed. Makes sure Hisoka is still... breathing.]
...Hisoka. [His voice is soft and low.] You really are a fool.