Kazuya was uncertain whether or not he was grateful for the lights. On one hand, he was able to view Sawamura's condition; and on the other hand, he got to see just how bad it was. The bloodstain where Sawamura had been dumped was larger than he realized. Kazuya rationalized that it was assisted from the mixture of rubbing alcohol and water; diluting the blood and causing it to spread out in a wider area and flow into the grout of the surrounding tiles. Kazuya peaked over Sawamura's shoulder, seeking out the damage inflicted to his back. The quality of the wrapping was decent for being done blindly; however, the fact that the pristine, white bandages were already being bled through, was alarming, Kazuya grit his teeth, anger and worry searing in his gut, with no outlet. Part of him wanted to snap at Sawamura for putting himself in this position - for what little good that would do -, while a substantial part wanted to tuck him in a corner, and wrap a blanket around him, like that would protect him from the rest of the world.

The little puffs of warm air that brushed his throat from Sawamura's breathing made Kazuya want to cry; in relief, and in fear. Relieved he was alive, but he knew it was a close call. They weren't out of the woods, yet, either. They weren't properly equipped to deal with such severe injuries. They still had to worry about infections. If Sawamura got sick, there was very little they would be capable of doing to help. Kazuya released a shaky exhale.

Movement to his left startled him, making him cling to Sawamura tighter than he probably should. He quickly spied Furuya shift closer, and Kazuya forced himself to relax. Furuya met his eyes from where he hovered over his and Sawamura's forms. He looked exhausted, bags forming underneath his eyes, causing him to appear paler than he normally was. They all were running on little sleep thanks to the weird light schedule and the stress from their environment. Kazuya was almost positive Furuya had gotten the least amount of sleep out of all of them. Which was odd as he would usually be able to fall asleep anywhere. None of them were handling the situation well, each of them developing obscure traits inflicted upon them by the situation. The ever-patient Kominato had a much shorter fuse. Kazuya hadn't heard him yell in anger before now. Kuramochi had bouts of silence, where he wouldn't respond to conversation; lost in his head. And apparently, Furuya developed insomnia, though, after going long periods without sleep, he tended to pass out wherever he was and would wake for nothing. Sawamura began to be self-sacrificing, allowing himself to be tortured in place of one of them. And Kazuya, he was quickly feeling protective.

"Will he be okay?" Furuya quietly asked. Kuramochi and Kominato wandered over at the inquiry. Because clearly, they had missed their opportunity for a decent sleep. If they tried with the light on, they would be restless and only achieve a couple of minutes of shut-eye at a time. While Furuya's question was sound, Kazuya didn't know the answer. At least not yet. He'll be much more reassured when Sawamura wakes up. Kazuya wanted to ask him what the hell happened.

"He's never come back this injured." Kominato stated before Kazuya could answer Furuya's question; not that he knew how to respond, "What made this time different?"

"Maybe he did something to piss him off?" Kuramochi replied, aiming to lighten the mood, though it was a weak attempt. Kazuya wouldn't be surprised if that were the case, but for some reason, he doubted that was the reason this time. Something has changed. He felt like all the prior beatings Sawamura endured were simply to humor their kidnapper. Kazuya hadn't failed to notice that he never let on as to why he brought them here. The man was insane; sure, but the way he held himself as well as the look in his eyes revealed more to Kazuya. He didn't just act on impulse, he was a planner, and more intelligent than he led on. Kazuya couldn't escape the feeling that everything was premeditated. And not having any clue as to what the man wanted was going to drive Kazuya insane himself.

"I don't want to assume anything. Until Sawamura Is cognizant enough to tell us what went on, then I think it's best we wait," Kazuya spoke up from the floor. He chose to remain a mattress for Sawamura despite not going to be able to sleep. He did not want to sprawl him on the filthy tiles.

"All we do lately is wait," Kuramochi grumbled.

"That's all we really can do right now." Kazuya tried to placate, not wanting another argument on the issue.

"And you already know my stance on this, Miyuki." Kuramochi grit out. Kazuya knew. He knew Kuramochi wanted to attack the kidnapper. However, Kazuya had a gut feeling that would get them nowhere, and if anything, it would make their situation worse. Unfortunately, Kazuya doesn't know how to explain it any other way besides him having a "feeling".

"What you want is a good way to get us killed." Kazuya unintentionally snapped back. It was frustrating, the little they could do. Kazuya wanted to fight back, as well. But he also wanted to survive. But at the rate things were going, who's to say anyone will even find them. Or find them in time.

"You don't know that for sure." Kuramochi countered. Kazuya allowed himself to take a slow breath in, wanting to end this before it got worse. They didn't need an argument to deal with right now.

"You're right, I don't." Kazuya conceded. The tension Kuramochi had been holding released as he sighed.

"You're idea could very well get us killed just as much as mine could." He responded; resigned.

"We're probably going to die one way or another," Kazuya said with a mirthless smirk; hand tightening at the base of Sawamura's skull. "But the longer we live, the more chance we'll have of someone finding us."

"His neck is bleeding." Furuya jumped in, off-topic.

"What? Where?" Kuramochi inquired, already moving in for a closer look. Kominato remained back, despite the look of worry on his face, suggesting he wanted to observe as well but didn't want to crowd Sawamura. "It looks like," Kuramochi began, squinting his eyes.

"A needle." Furuya finished. Kazuya sat up as fast as he dared without jostling Sawamura. He slid back to prop against the wall behind him, and until Sawamura's torso was splayed across his lap. Heart racing, he tilted Sawamura's head, peering at the exposed skin of his neck. Sure enough, a tiny pinprick sluggishly oozed blood. The area around the entry point was red and irritated. What concerned Kazuya the most was how pronounced the veins around it were. They appeared to be almost black and raised slightly off his skin before fading the further away they ran from the hole.

That asshole injected him with something.

Was it medicine? Drugs? The threat of infection was now the least of their concern with this unfounded knowledge. Without knowing what he was injected with, there was no telling what it would do to Sawamura internally. They had no signs to look for, other than things that appeared off. Such as his veins. But wait, what if that was the real cause of Sawamujra's unconsciousness? The complete lack of response through the cleaning of his wounds was abnormal. He showed zero signs of discomfort and was absolute deadweight when they lifted him to wrap the bandage around his back. It would make more sense if something was aiding in his comatose state.

This changes everything. Kazuya thought; stupefied and afraid.