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"WHERE IS HE?"
Chrollo winced at how loud the blonde was being.
"Listen, I can't tell you right now or you'll just go barging in. Besides, if I let you in there you might disturb Machi. If you disturb her now, he may not make it."
The man in the tracksuit punched a wall nearby, breaking it easily.
"Phinks, when he wakes up after the operation you'll be the first to know, I promise."
Frustrated, the enhancer walked away. He couldn't stand listening to the screams anymore. He could tell Feitan was hurting, hurting bad, hurting worse than ever before and he couldn't be there for him. Muttering under his breath he continued to pace the hallways. He knew that everyone else was on edge but dammit it that didn't matter. He needed to be holding his hand and reassuring him, telling him everything was going to be alright.
He recalled the event, anger and despair coursing through him. He had never been so frightened by an enemy before, it gave him shivers to even remember their opponent. The whole troupe had been at risk, and danchou, with his powers newly revived, was out of practice. Feitan had risked his life to save their lives, all of them, and now he had to pay the price. He had pulled a lot of reckless moves, had taken a lot of damage, had created a new move on the spot to save their asses, and ended up losing conscious right after words from Nen depletion.
He sat down, running his hands through his hair.
When had the screaming stopped? He looked around and saw Machi whispering to Chrollo. Was that a good thing? The specialist nodded, having comprehended whatever had been relayed, and sent Machi down the hallway she had come from. Phinks debated following her, but decided against it. When could he see him?
What felt like hours passed. No one talked to him and he preferred it that way. Eventually, he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Machi. Quickly standing, he followed her through the labyrinth that was their hideout.
Upon reaching the doorway, she stepped back, letting Phinks bolt into the room. His heart almost stopped upon seeing his companion in a bed as he was. Wired to five different monitors, Nenstitching barely holding him together, his skin paler than usual, Feitan managed a weak smile of greeting to the blonde.
"Hey, you don't look so well."
Phinks, feeling hot tears rush to his eyes, scooped Feitan's face into his hands, kissing him on the mouth as if he were the water in a desert oasis.
"You're the one to talk." Phinks murmured, tears streaming down his cheeks now. "Don't you ever fucking do that again." He pulled the transmuter into a tight embrace.
"Ha ha," He laughed, hugging him back the best he could. "Of course, whatever you say baichi."