Give Him Back(Completed)

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The young officer warily eyes the bloody hands of Gakushū. She clears her throat, and then strides over to a man studying the crim scene, most probably the guy in charge

Tapping the imposing man on the shoulder, the lady makes exaggerated motions with her hands, pointing at them.

The male officer doesn't react outwardly, the only clear sign of his displeasure was the hardening of his eyes

Gakushū ignored the two officers talking and returns his attention to his son in Karma's arms.

Youta's eyes are closed, his cheeks swollen and colored black and blue, lips screwed up in a cross between a pout and a scowl, his breath wheezes and whistles as he inhales and exhales. The feeling of his son's chest rising up and down was something Karma treasures much more than he ever thought possible.

Kissing his son's forehead, the redhead frowns when his baby's forehead is hot to the touch.

Feeling frustrated, he smoothed down the matted mane of of strawberry blonde and red hair, as he shifts his eyes over to the now approaching officer. His arms curling tighter over the shivering small body

"Listen sir if the first words out of your mouth aren't 'we have an ambulance ready' then you can piss off and crawl back to the snake pit you slithered out of" Nanami spat, huffing when the man just crosses his arms

"We are currently unloading the medical equipment now ma'am, sirs, but you need to be patient, getting worked up over a few extra minutes won't do anyone any good" he informed them.

Gakushū, Karma, and Nanami just stared at him for a few dumbstruck seconds. Was this...was this man fucking serious?! They have a bloodied, beaten, sick, and possibly maybe even dying child right there with them! And yet they care more about the shitty crime scene than their need for medical assistance?!

Gakushū growls under his breath

Karma meanwhile, suddenly removed one hand from stroking Youta's hair and reached into his jacket pocket

"Great, now that we have that cleared up I need to get back to wor-"

He was cut off when Karma suddenly whips out one hand and thrusted it towards his face, stopping just an inch before it hits his eye. His hand was fisted as if it was holding something, and that was when the officer sees the very thin blade in his hand.

It was so thin and barely visible he would have missed it had it not been for the light reflecting off of it.

He took one flinching step backwards, his eyes flickering from the weapon trained on him and Karma's dark gaze, and that was when he seems to come to a realization. Raising one hand, he silently communicates with the other officers behind him, they lower their guns with silent grumbles of wary displeasure

The female officer from before sets her gun back in her waist with a click

"Listen you pathetic and sorry excuse for police officers" Karma started slowly, dangerously. "My son was fucking tortured by a psychopath and he is currently in shit load of pain, so you better not tell me to be fucking patient and wait a few minutes"

One of the officers opened their mouths but was silenced when Karma turned his attention to them

"If you value your lives and positions at all then you'll get the best fucking doctors money can buy, quickly and efficiently, got it?"

The redhead glares at all of the police officers before turning his attention back to his son just as the boy blinks his eyes open.

He looks up at his daddy, the boy shifts, his raw wrists brushing against his daddy's bloody shirt and causing a flash of pain to travel up his arm. He whimpers and Karma reacts instantly, kissing his still over heated forehead.

"What are you staring at? Where's the damned stretcher?!" Nanami snaps.

The asshole calls the stretcher in on his radio, his voice stuffed with annoyance.

Karma can see out of the corner of his eyes as the officer glares at him but he doesn't care. His only concern being the safety of his little boy

The stretcher is pulled in a few minutes after, the white sheets glowing in the yellow light. The two nurses pulling the makeshift bed stop a few feet away from the family, their eyes  warily trained on them.

"W-we'll take him" one of the nurses said, stepping forward, arms outstretched. Karma reluctantly handed over his child and watched as they placed him on the stretcher

Gakushū holds Youta's hand "Okay sweetheart, you're going to the hospital and they'll treat you there, everything's gonna be okay, I promise everything will be fine" he reassures his son, who was fighting to stay awake