#also did not write the full action yet so Chronos can interject or not if he wants. if I gotta change anything lemme know-

[sorrowfulsidekick]

▸  //  Pleas  cry  out  in  tandem  of  racing  steps,  the  fennec  in  motion  before  Tails  could  even  finish  answering,  gravel  shifts  beneath  turning  heels  at  the  first  sign  of  a  ‘yes’.

“  Don’t  move!  I’ll  be  fast!  ”

▸  //  Barging  into  the  hut  the  boy  stops.  Frenetic  eyes  scan  all  around,  breath  heavy  and  heart  loud  in  his  ears.  “ Case.  Red  cross.  Bench. ”  The  words  loop.  quickening  in  their  panic,  again  and  again  until…   “ There ! ”  He  leaves  as  quick  as  he  entered,  pace  ceasing  to  slow  as  he  swipes  the  first  aid  kit.

▸  //  Dust  kicks  into  the  air  as  the  case  hits  the  ground,  Kitsunami  falling  into  a  kneel  beside  the  fox  once  more.  Shaky  hands  busy  themselves,  prying  the  kit  open  and  tearing  off  those  old  worn  gloves. The  contents  of  the  box  were intimidating to  say  the  least,  lined  with  layers  of  tools  and  packaging.  What  catches  his  eye  are  the  latex  gloves;  Perfect  for  hands  dirtied  by  machinery  and  a  godsend  to  their  current  needs. 

“  U-uhm  okay,  let’s  see  here…  ” 

▸  //  Kit  breathes  deep,  desperate  to  recall  his  past  training.  Much  of  it  vague  and  innate-  like  most  of  his  memory.  His  body  remembers,  moving  on  its  own  as  if  he’d  done  this  before  but  the  mind  forgets.  He  doesn’t  question  it-  or  pay  it  mind.  It  just  happens  as  it  always  has.

“  F-first  we  have  to  stop  the  bleeding-  ”  he  starts,  hands  busy  slipping  into  fresh  gloves.  The  tearing of aluminum follows,  compress  dressings  being  freed  from  their  seal.

“  Your  arm-  ”

▸  //   With  that  small  palm  turned  upward  Kit  gestures  for  the  other  to  raise  his  own  arms  out,  readying  the  dressings.  There  was  a  pause  before  he’d  begin,  apologetic  eyes  fighting  to  see.  Internal  vituperation  would  do  little  to  help  but  there  was  no  avoiding  it. He  did  this,  while  searching  for  wounds  to  tend  to,  he  remains  tortured  by  that  truth.  This  is  what  he  always  wanted,  wasn’t  it?  Land  a  blow  on  his  rival,  make  him  bleed. 

“   . . .This  might  hurt, I'm sorry-  "

▸  //   Blinking  tears  away,  inhaling  sharply,  the  boy  steels  himself. Then  there  is  a  pressure  on  fresh  wounds,  touch  firm  and  shockingly  steady  as  the  compress  is  put  to  use.

— ;; QUERY AFFIRMED VIA BRISK NODDING, that pained smile retains its shape in an attempt to further soothe the petrified child's rampant anxieties. Lacerations and gashes and artificially-induced ailments had never seen Sonic to his demise; prevailing eventually was an inevitability— but part of that superlative formula had been the way he never allowed anyone room to stress too deeply about him.

❝Mm! Should be right there on the workbench when you walk in, the case with the big red cross on it.❞

— ;; Contemplating managing to his feet is a short-lived endeavor as a surging pang of torrid, bloodied pain threatens his conscious yet again. Tails has to wonder in that moment how Sonic ever managed to shake these things off so easily when in opposing presences. Perhaps it had been natural; acting had never been much of a forte for the hedgehog, anyway.

Nevertheless, it needs to be one for him in the present moment. Convincing not only Kit, but himself, of his physical fortitude. Whatever it takes to keep him from succumbing to the looming threat of incapacity trailing his heels.

❝'ppreciate all your help, lil' buddy. I owe you big time!❞

— ;; Never mind that Kit had been the one to cause his bodily destruction to begin with. Honestly, the kid could spill boiling coffee on his lap and he'd still probably uplift him.