[Akira sees the fall before it comes, primed to catch Kurapika before he goes tumbling to the ground. Looping one arm around his shoulders, the other extends his hand to settle on the opposing side of that bloody wound, warm light humming beneath Akira's fingertips.]
You okay? That's a pretty nasty wound. I can take the edge off, but we need to get you medical attention ASAP.
FUCK THIS I'M NOT ROLLING FOR SHIT
You okay? That's a pretty nasty wound. I can take the edge off, but we need to get you medical attention ASAP.