Trigger warning!! Gore.
When Kaito comes to, Lucky is meowing fervently, his whiskers brushing against Kaito's face. Kaito groans, his head throbbing. He raises a shaky hand to his forehead, coming away with fingertips slick with blood. Disoriented, he scans his surroundings, only to notice his backpack smashed just inches away, the bandages crushed beyond use.
"Well isn't that just great." Kaito groans, he grasps a nearby piece of wood, trying to summon fire magic. A flicker of frustration crosses his face as he recalls the loss of his abilities. "Old fashioned way like mom taught me." He lights a torch using flint and steel.
His torch light flickers weakly, illuminating only a small area around him.
The flickering light reveals a disturbing sight: Emma, motionless, but for her shallow, labored breaths, trapped beneath a mountain of debris. Panic lurches within him as he sprints to her. "E-Emma are you alright?!" Kaito's voice trembles at the sight.
Kaito brings his light down towards her revealing the gruesome truth, Emma's arm is pinned, grotesquely twisted beneath the rubble, a dreadful sight that sends a wave of nausea through Kaito.
"Oh no." Kaito panics.
Blood trickles incessantly from deep lacerations, pooling and soaking into the dirt. Emma cries out in agony, her piercing screams bouncing off the cave walls, amplifying Kaito's sense of worry.
She flails around in pain, crying.
In the chaos, Emma's good hand finds Kaito's arm, clutching it with an iron grip, her eyes pleading for relief. Kaito stares at the gore, "it's ok, I'll get you out!" His resolve hardening amidst a sense of horror. He begins prying at the crushing boulders, each movement causing shout a fresh, harrowing scream from Emma, inside Kaito had blamed himself, the chest he opened cursed them both.
Upon freeing her mangled arm, Kaito is met with a harrowing sight: it's shredded by jagged stone, the flesh pulped and bones shattered. Kaito is snapped back to reality as Emma's voice wavers, insistent, "Stop the... the bleeding. I don't want to die." She weakly begs.
Kaito hits his head. "Think Kaito think!" He tries to remember how to do this.
Desperation fuels Kaito as he rips strips of cloth to fashion a makeshift tourniquet and splint, he's doing his best but, his very small medical knowledge leaves him fumbling, though determination pushes him through the gore and fear.
It's a sloppy, messy job but finally, with a bloodied, but stabilized arm, Emma's body succumbs to the intense pain, her consciousness slipping away. Kaito watches, his mind a whirl of dread and regret, cradling the responsibility of her fate amidst the grim atmosphere and the haunting echoes of her cries lingering in the dim air.
Kaito falls back, sitting down the situation before him having him stunned. Lucky meows next to him and gives him gentle licks on his face.
Kaito wipes some of the blood from his forward, still taken aback. "Ive gotta find the others." He steels himself and stands back up.
He gently lifts Emma up in a bridal carry, carefully he holds her cold weak body still feeling her soft breath brings a bit of comfort to him. "If I find Max, or Ray maybe they can help her." Kaito assures himself.
He turns to find the once dingy dungeon has turned into a labyrinth. Above this was an unimpressive sight, likely a ploy to lure in overconfident adventurers, a trap that worked all too well.
He sneaks around the dungeon making sure to avoid all monsters.
Despite his best efforts though Kaito cannot shake the feeling that he's in extreme danger.