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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

“Which one is it, shut up or give you answers..?” Ren struggled to swallow the lump in his throat. “I don’t know, he was wearing a mask.” Ren turned his head slowly to try and see his surroundings, specifically how far he made it down the hall.
“You frickin’ tranq’ed me?” He groaned, just now noticing the small tranquilizer bullet still lodged in his arm.
 
“Yeah, I know.” He drew in a sharp breath, the pain in his gut flaring with a vengeance. “Careful, that hurts..!” His face twisted with pain, making him feel faint.
 
Ren felt like he was slowly sinking under water, closing his eyes to try and rest even a little, but he was painfully cold.
 
“I’m not.” Ren mumbled, but made no effort to open his eyes again. He was too tired to hold on any longer, slipping back out of consciousness for the third time.
 
"Ren, wake up." He hissed, "You can't afford to sleep, you may not wake back up." He scowled, knowing Ren had to feed to heal and the thought sickened him, "Where are your blood bags?"
 
It was no use, Ren was out again and couldn’t hear Mitsunari’s question- but he did have a vague recollection of Ren always going to the fridge after Mitsunari gave him blood.
 
With an annoyed huff, Mitsunari pushed himself up and moved to the kitchen, flicking on the light the light and becoming horrified by the bloodbath. He shook it off and headed to the fridge to get a couple blood bags.
 
Mitsunari would find small splatters of blood on the furniture and walls, some even on the ceiling. The fridge had about a dozen blood bags inside as well as a few cans of premade coffee, but no human flesh.
 
He exhaled ans grabbed a bag he knew was his blood before moving back to Ren. He ripped it open and lifted Ren's head gently, carefully and slowly pouring the blood into his mouth.
 
It took Ren a moment to react to the blood, swallowing what was in his mouth despite being unconscious.
Mitsunari could see small red veins form around the corners of Ren’s eyes, his kakugan flaring in response to the blood.
 
He exhaled as he watched, knowing it wouldn't be enough but it had to do for now. What a night; leaving one stressful situation straight into another.
 
It would take several more minutes before Ren would wake again, feeling slightly better this time, but still like he had been stuck by a train.
 
“How long was I out for?” Ren asked, voice hoarse. He could taste the blood Mitsunari had given him, feeling a little embarrassed that he had to be fed like that.
 
He made a soft noise, glancing to Mitsunari. “No.” Ren answered softly. “That would require me to kill or find my food in the trash. Blood is just easier.”
 
“I don’t think I’m going to die anymore, if that’s what you’re asking.” Ren felt awful, still having no strength in his limbs, and his gut still burned with pain. “Thank you.”
 
Ren frowned at the question, hesitating briefly. “No- you know ghouls wear masks.” He said.
 
“Don’t bother, this is just how things are.” Ren said with a soft frown. “I’m just lucky you showed up when you did.”
 
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