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CHAPTER 1: a helping hand…
The wheels are creaking. They haven't been used in so long. It’s annoying really. It’s hard to roll, even with the underweight boy sitting on it. It didn’t take much time to get there but now with the wheelchair and the boy in it it feels like it’s going to take years to reach Fukuzawa. If only Yosano wasn’t preparing the infirmary so she could carry the boy because he does not like doing the hard work. He already does most of the time! Using his big brain every time and all the time for the sake of the Agency! He needs a break. But enough whining, the boy in the chair needs help and they would be the ones to do it.
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They finally reach outside, surprisingly due to his very poor sense of direction but they’re there, where Fukuzawa is waiting with the car. He starts running just in case the Port Mafia has caught on to their little sneak attack… attack? Uhh it doesn’t matter, they just need to get out of there as soon as possible. The boy in the wheelchair is dirty, really dirty. Smelly too. His hair is matted, he’s dressed in all white clothes and bandaged everywhere but the bandages are coming undone, there’s stains of blood and dirt and something else he can’t make out. There’s also a concerning stain of blood that is on his pants. They’re also soppily put on… He has big black bags under his eyes. His fingers are red and rough from most likely biting and picking at the excessively. He'll worry about that later, with Yosano and Fukuzawa. They just need to leave. Get to the Agency. Where it’s safe. Where he can be safe.
Fukuzawa opens the trunk quickly and makes his way to the younger boy to place him in the car. He’s unconscious. Ranpo makes way to close the wheelchair. It’s really freaking heavy. But, it isn’t as hard as it used to be, thanks to the experience Yosano gave the both of them when they rescued her a few years back. She needed it once for quite a while. But they're ready now. They close the trunk, buckle the boy, and hop in the car and head off.
Ranpo is sitting next to the boy. God. He needs to wake up because it's weird saying “the boy”. Anyways, they’re making their way to the agency. He’s on the phone with Yosano because the boy is burning up with a fever. She’s anxious, he can hear it in her voice. To be honest, he and Fukuzawa were going to do it themselves but she insisted on helping because ‘it’s the Port Mafia! I know how they work’ meaning that she knew the way the would torture the ones they held captive. They didn’t want to accidentally trigger her but she insisted.
They’re lucky they made it out of there. With no Port Mafia trailing behind them. Actually no, they’re lucky he didn’t get lost and accidentally run into any member because then they’d surely torture him and do something worse to the younger boy he was rolling out of there. BUTTT they made it. They’re at the Agencies parking lot now. They open the trunk and get the wheelchair ready.
Him and Fukuzwa are in the elevator. It is extremely cramped. He's sure to be claustrophobic after this. Just as Fukuzawa reaches for the door, it swings open. Yosano is in front of him, her eyes are a bit wide but her face is full of determination.
“Get him inside quick! I don’t want him to get even sicker so hurry up!”
she's yelling but they can both tell she’s nervous. Though he has a feeling Yosano may know this boy. She doesn’t know that though, she’s forgotten a lot after she was rescued. Well she still remembers, but she prefers to try not to. He can see a hint of familiarity in her eyes, that she cant and does not sense herself but he knows that when he wakes up it might get ugly or they’ll both end up crying in a happy-ish way. Either way they’ll both end up crying soooo they just have to make sure she doesn’t spiral, and that he doesn’t get worse.
They quickly figure out that the younger boy is on a lot of drugs. So Yosano hooks him up and does whatever to try and get those drugs out. She said that they were making him worse and that his body was incredibly weak, that she was surprised he survived through all of them.
The first four hours of having the boy in their safe grasp, it was quiet and steady. Yosano had done a great job, as she always did and they were reviewing cases, chatting, eating and just having a calm afternoon. There was nothing to worry about or do until the boy woke up. None of them wanted to worry yet. Though they knew as soon as he woke up, they’d like to address the stain of blood that ran down the inside of his legs, staining his white pants. And why did he have so many bandages? But they would worry later.Worrying now would do nothing. They need to take it easy. Fukuzawa has been Yosano closely because he wants to be there ready, if Yosano were to spiral because he knew she saw the imprint Mori would leave on his patients on his neck, and the scars around it trying to hide and get rid of it. They all knew. They all Saw.
Though… in the few hours after that, the younger boy would start to shake violently. He would shake and murmur something Ranpo couldn’t make out or deduct because it could be about so many things. He would shake then stop. Shake. And stop. It was on and off. As he laid ‘peacefully’ in the infirmaries bed, he began to look more uneasy and distraught. When Yosano went to check up on him she saw that he had begun to claw at his neck and his wrist.
“Sachou! Can you please hold his hands down while I fetch the restraints?”
“Ofcourse.” They were both calm. Yosano fled to the closet while Fukuzawa made his way to hold the young boy's wrist down. While Fukuzawa held him down, he flinched and struggled against him, trying to get him away. His face scrunched up and he was visibly uncomfortable but did not wake up. They saw his wrist, under the messy and sloppy bandages, scars, most likely from restraints. But this was all they could do to prevent him from harming himself…
Fukuzawa and Yosano frowned.
When Yosano finally managed to put the restraints on, he still struggled. His breath became quick and he still tried to get away. After a while he gave up. His fever is still high, but it’s better.
The next few hours after that are quiet. They all stay the night. The boy doesn’t wake up once. Tomorrow will be one hell of a day…