i always fuck my life up / o, caught in trap + extreme injuries

[madster]

the only thing that snapped malphas back to existence was nayru's horrified voice, and something inside of him hurt. did he... feel bad for somebody? no, he had no empathy. he was a stone cold bitch. he didn't need to help. he was just having his panic attack and once he got over that he'd go take a nap in his comfortable dirt hole and just live with himself.

no.

there was a weak, feeble voice in the back of his head. usually, he was his own enabler, but what was this? dissonance in his own thought process? i'm going to help nayru. for nayru, he thought, and dashed to her house, tears beginning to form in his eyes. he had been here before, but it still felt so unfamiliar. he was so useless, he thought, as he searched in vain for minutes, valuable minutes. finally, he found a storage of bandages, and he fit a roll into his mouth and ran back.

returning, he stood by nayru's side, still shivering, as he dropped the bandages. "here. i got them. you're welcome," he said, faking calmness and avoiding the sight of the injured girl. "if you need me... to help... i'll do it." he breathed out, clearly out of his comfort zone.