[Right, definitely--not looking too great, not looking too great in the least. Jade has seen his fair share of truly horrible wounds and disfigurations over the course of a bit over ten years being in the military and on the ground during various levels of wartime (to say nothing of the fact that he'd be the one inflicting them nearly half the time). Yet still...it's one thing when you expect to see these sorts of things on a battlefield--or over the course of a fight in general--and somewhat another, to witness them as the result of some terrible accident, much less in circumstances like these. Coupled with the fact that this is, for better or worse, a person he's become at least decently familiar with over the course of his time on this ship. A person this young, to boot--
A cursory look on approach does confirm a lack of head wound or thorough crushing of the chest cavity, early indicators that it isn't actually immediately fatal, but...that sure is blood all the same, and terrible angles for some limbs to be in. Jade ignores that sinking twisting thing in his chest--utterly unhelpful, at the moment, and objectively insignificant enough that it's debatable whether he'll even remember to properly examine it later--no, instead, the entirety of his focus is honing in on the terrible debacle before him. The speed of Jade's arrival is such that he nearly skids to a halt beside Natsuno, kneeling down immediately beside this general pile of wrecked signage and teenage boy half to mitigate the continued swaying of the ship as well as possible and half to immediately start reaching for rubble not immediately stuck in the boy. Fortunately for the both of them, Jade isn't particularly prone to panic in most dire situations, far more given to put any developing nervous energy immediately towards action--and this particular sort of action could only help, at the moment. The metal pieces are heavy but mobile, tossed aside in such a way as to ideally not slide right back into the both of them with subsequent keels of the floor; even as his hands move, Jade's mind is already racing, picking up and sorting and discarding through all possible routes to take from this point, because time is surely going to be of the essence here. These are thoroughly grievous injuries--Natsuno can't be left like this for long--Jade has his phone, habitually tucked in an inner pocket of his uniform these days. He already knows of Watson as a potential doctor, but at this rate immediate stabilization with healing artes may very well be necessary first. If only he could access any, he could--
No, no. A thoroughly unhelpful thought tangent in itself, summarily chopped short in his own head. Jade clears away the last movable piece of metal, and finds himself confronted with the proper sight of a particularly large and jagged piece running right through Natsuno's stomach; a sharp sigh presses out. ...And is accompanied by a groan that's not his own? It actually takes a second for Jade to realize the noise is actually coming from Natsuno, accompanied by a flutter of eyelids--and that's thoroughly startling, to say the least. Jade's reaching to very gently grasp one of his uninjured shoulders, more in a bid to try minimizing any immediate sudden movement than any particular attempt at assurance. (...Well. Maybe just a bit of an attempt at assurance too, but. He's not thinking about that. More importantly--)]
Yuuki--can you hear me? Try not to move too much; you're critically injured. [Tone even but terse; Jade leans over him a bit more now, trying to get a better look at the point of impalement. Is it passing all the way through...? Hard to tell at this sort of angle, short of outright turning Natsuno over--] --I'm reaching out for help shortly. In the meantime, you should... [...Hold on, though. Here Jade had been figuring that perhaps examining the amount of blood loss from the stomach wound in particular might help with determining the depth of the metal, but...
There isn't actually any more blood coming out at all...?
Inadvertently, Jade's words trail off. Frowning, he's looking back over the other open wounds, and--all the same. Bloodstains on the floor, and on his clothes, and yet...nothing new actively flowing?
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A cursory look on approach does confirm a lack of head wound or thorough crushing of the chest cavity, early indicators that it isn't actually immediately fatal, but...that sure is blood all the same, and terrible angles for some limbs to be in. Jade ignores that sinking twisting thing in his chest--utterly unhelpful, at the moment, and objectively insignificant enough that it's debatable whether he'll even remember to properly examine it later--no, instead, the entirety of his focus is honing in on the terrible debacle before him. The speed of Jade's arrival is such that he nearly skids to a halt beside Natsuno, kneeling down immediately beside this general pile of wrecked signage and teenage boy half to mitigate the continued swaying of the ship as well as possible and half to immediately start reaching for rubble not immediately stuck in the boy. Fortunately for the both of them, Jade isn't particularly prone to panic in most dire situations, far more given to put any developing nervous energy immediately towards action--and this particular sort of action could only help, at the moment. The metal pieces are heavy but mobile, tossed aside in such a way as to ideally not slide right back into the both of them with subsequent keels of the floor; even as his hands move, Jade's mind is already racing, picking up and sorting and discarding through all possible routes to take from this point, because time is surely going to be of the essence here. These are thoroughly grievous injuries--Natsuno can't be left like this for long--Jade has his phone, habitually tucked in an inner pocket of his uniform these days. He already knows of Watson as a potential doctor, but at this rate immediate stabilization with healing artes may very well be necessary first. If only he could access any, he could--
No, no. A thoroughly unhelpful thought tangent in itself, summarily chopped short in his own head. Jade clears away the last movable piece of metal, and finds himself confronted with the proper sight of a particularly large and jagged piece running right through Natsuno's stomach; a sharp sigh presses out. ...And is accompanied by a groan that's not his own? It actually takes a second for Jade to realize the noise is actually coming from Natsuno, accompanied by a flutter of eyelids--and that's thoroughly startling, to say the least. Jade's reaching to very gently grasp one of his uninjured shoulders, more in a bid to try minimizing any immediate sudden movement than any particular attempt at assurance. (...Well. Maybe just a bit of an attempt at assurance too, but. He's not thinking about that. More importantly--)]
Yuuki--can you hear me? Try not to move too much; you're critically injured. [Tone even but terse; Jade leans over him a bit more now, trying to get a better look at the point of impalement. Is it passing all the way through...? Hard to tell at this sort of angle, short of outright turning Natsuno over--] --I'm reaching out for help shortly. In the meantime, you should... [...Hold on, though. Here Jade had been figuring that perhaps examining the amount of blood loss from the stomach wound in particular might help with determining the depth of the metal, but...
There isn't actually any more blood coming out at all...?
Inadvertently, Jade's words trail off. Frowning, he's looking back over the other open wounds, and--all the same. Bloodstains on the floor, and on his clothes, and yet...nothing new actively flowing?
Wait, but that isn't right--]