Tsuzuki had been sitting at Hisoka's side since he and Watari rushed him into the infirmary. The boy was not in good shape. His chest had bandages all over it and so did part of his face, and he had to wear an oxygen mask, which made him look oh-so the frailer. Tatsumi and Watari were standing behind him silently, watching Tsuzuki beat himself up over the incident, unsure if they should say anything. Finally, Tatsumi loudly cleared his throat, bringing the poor man's attention to him.
"I hate to be the cold, heartless one… but there is still a job to do."
Tsuzuki nodded his head and ran a hand over Hisoka's forehead before standing up and straitening his jacket and tie. Watari didn't like the sorrowful look upon his face, and cut in, trying to sound enthusiastic.
"But, Hey! If you need just a little while longer, I'm sure it will be okay!"
"No… I want to put a stop to this damn murderer sooner rather than later. I swear I'll make him pay for hurting Hisoka like this…!"
"Calm down…"
Tatsumi went up to him and placed his hands on the man's shoulders.
"There is no need to get angry. You will need a level head in order to get him. Just remember, his target is Hisoka, and as long as he stays here with me, he is safe. Don't let him get to you. Just finish him off."
"Right."
Tsuzuki turned to look at Hisoka again, as the boy began to breathe more rapidly, as if he could sense the upcoming danger. The amethyst-eyed man said a silent prayer for him before leaving with Watari to continue the case. When they left, Tatsumi sat at Hisoka's beside and tended to him, also praying for the case to end swiftly, for both their sakes.