How Things Changed Forever.. PART - II

CH 27: Losing Dragoon

Kai wanted to check in on Tyson. The match had been draining, sure, but it didn't seemed as much of a challenge to Tyson as he'd feared.

Not that he wasn't happy that Tyson had won, but this kind of put Kai in a loop. He knew Tyson's strength, his weaknesses, his endurance...everything. There was no way he could have packed such power in his last two moves after enduring that many powerful hits, he thought.

Of course, this was Tyson they were talking about. He was born to break the norms, achieve the unexpected. Yet, uneasiness gnawed at his chest. He just wanted to take a quick glance at him, he rationalised, quietly climbing up the roof.

His side tugged a bit as he stretched, but other than that, the bullet wound had dulled considerably in the last month. He could climb up Tyson's window with barely any difficulty.

But nothing could have prepared him for what he saw there. Tyson lay curled up on the ground, his chest bare. A roll of bandages lay around his hand, half bound. His school shirt, the one he'd been wearing when he'd left them, lay crumpled beside him, stained red.

Kai fumbled with the windows, his hands trembling slightly as he slid the window open. Of course, he knew something was up, that's why he was there after all, but he definitely had not been expecting this.

Tyson had his priorities straight. He didn't push himself like the others. His bond with his bit-beast was strong. Dragoon definitely wouldn't allow this to happen.

A cold wind blew into the room as the window slipped open, making Tyson shiver. Kai immediately got down on his knees, shaking him. "Tyson!" he whispered, checking his pulse. He relaxed a bit when he felt it, strong and regular. Just asleep then, he told himself, trying to bring his own heart rate to normal.

Tyson's eyes fluttered open, his gaze tired and unfocused. "Kai?" Tyson mumbled, his voice weak. He blinked a few times, recognition settling in. "What are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you the same thing," Kai snapped, his worry bubbling over into frustration. "What the hell happened here?"Tyson tried to push himself up, but his left hand gave out under him. He winced, collapsing back onto the floor. "It's nothing," he said through gritted teeth.

"Enough of this. Get up now." Kai's voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument. He grabbed Tyson's good arm, pulling him up with more force than necessary. Tyson groaned, but Kai didn't relent. "If you're fine, then get up."

Tyson barely had any energy to protest as Kai dragged him toward the bathroom, Tyson leaning heavily on Kai with each step. Without a word, Kai turned on the faucet, filling the bathtub with hot water.

The steam rose quickly, misting up the small room. Kai glanced over his shoulder, his expression brooking no argument. "Get in," he ordered.

Tyson hesitated, his gaze darting between Kai and the steaming water. "I don't think—"

"Now," Kai cut him off, his tone leaving no room for debate.

Tyson sighed, his body too weak to argue further. He slipped into the water with a sharp intake of breath. The heat stung at first, but as he adjusted, his muscles began to loosen. The tension in his shoulders eased, and a tired sigh escaped his lips.

Kai crouched beside the tub, watching him carefully. "Start talking," he said, his voice quieter but no less firm.

Tyson hesitated, but knew he was trapped. It was midnight, and he lay in a bathtub, tired and bruised. When he'd been procrastinating about telling his team abut his new problem, this was not how he'd thought it would be "It's a bit complicated." He started.