Glancing down at his chest, the situation was similar. Then when he swept down Leonardo's lower belly with his hand, a small whimper was heard.
He buried his lips soothingly in his hair and caressed below his lower abdomen with his palm. He could feel the trouser hem was thoroughly soaked, clinging along the curves of his skin.
Judging by the pooled heat, it would be impossible to show his face pretending nothing had happened. Hugo took out the handkerchief he always carried from his inner pocket and unfolded it.
"No, I already found it."
Then he made Leonardo's head, which he was holding, tilt back.
His intention was to wipe his face first, which was glistening with sweat and saliva.
"Rather than that, quickly finish the search work and have everyone evacuate from the basement..."
Hugo, who was continuing to speak, paused. He narrowed his eyes and brought his head close to Leonardo. Something seemed wrong with his condition.
"...Leo?"
No matter how great the pleasure had been, his eyelids were completely relaxed. His ribcage heaved irregularly and his breathing was rough. His drooped arms and legs were still writhing, caught in deep afterglow.
Hugo lowered his voice and called him several more times.
"Leo, what's wrong?"
He grabbed his shoulders and gently shook them, but the response was minimal.
The hand holding the handkerchief carefully tapped his cheek. He also lifted his drowsy eyelids to check his pupil response.
Just as he was about to find the pulse at his nape with a worried heart, red liquid flowed down from Leonardo's flushed nose.
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"It appears to be caused by a rapid increase in blood flow while the sympathetic nervous system was activated. Especially the capillaries in the nasal cavity are vulnerable to pressure increases, so they can burst even with small impacts. Having just finished the match and then being chased by reporters, his blood pressure rose and the mucous membrane inside his nose was damaged."
At the medical officer's words, Hugo looked to the side with a displeased gaze. Leonardo, holding gauze to his nose, glanced at Hugo.
"In such cases, it's difficult to individually locate the damaged blood vessel, so it's better to wait for natural healing rather than recovery magic. If you carelessly use regenerative recovery, even naturally shed mucosal cells will regenerate and could block the nose."
"Can we consider there are no major health issues?"
"Yes, no problem. We applied local hemostatic agent and he took sympathetic nerve inhibitors and Plarinerus-specific antidote, so he should stabilize within a few hours."
Hugo finally sighed as if relieved. The officer, looking between the two alternately, added.
"However, the most important thing is sufficient rest. Once damaged, the mucosa is prone to tearing again. With this level of bleeding, it probably tore quite extensively, so there's concern of recurrence even after bioactive symptoms subside. You need to be careful throughout the league period."
Then, another officer nearby chimed in.
"But it is a bit strange. Given his naturally good physical condition, running around shouldn't affect him... Though Plarinerus compounds do cause bioactive symptoms, this is the first time I've seen nasal mucosa rupture. Did you perhaps engage in intense exercise in a short period?"
At that moment, blood gushed out from Leonardo's nose again. The flustered medical staff clicked their tongues and hurriedly handed him another gauze.
"Hey, don't talk to the patient. The F Group match was brutal. Plus he wandered around without taking medicine..."
The officer said this while wiping Leonardo's chin where blood was dripping. He also repeatedly reminded him not to tilt his head back. Then he looked at the medical team member who was standing like a criminal beside them.
The member, taking the hint, bowed 90 degrees in front of Hugo.
"I'm sorry. I did prescribe medicine... but I failed to confirm he took it..."
It was the member who had treated Leonardo and Ero's wounds in the entrance C restricted area earlier. To him, who couldn't raise his head in guilt, Hugo shook his head as if telling him not to worry.
"It's fine. It's not your fault."
Even so, he reached out and wiped Leonardo's face with conjured water. As he scrubbed as if washing his face, the patient gown they had changed him into got soaked again. However, Hugo didn't mind.
"Even if someone else had come instead of you, this guy wouldn't have taken it."
There was some emotion about being worried in his tone. Leonardo, who had been turning his head to avoid the rough touch, glared at him with a dumbfounded look. His expression said, 'Are you saying this is my fault now? Who caused the nosebleed? I did take the medicine you gave me.'
Hugo, who had come to read the intention of his writhing eyebrows, sent him a displeased look.
Though he knew Lion's habit of being wary of everything, he had thought it strange that his eye corners were red from their first meeting. It seemed he had ignored even the medicine the member had given after fully explaining the situation.
"Really, so reckless."
Tsk, clicking his tongue, Hugo spread and arranged his handkerchief tied around his neck. The nape full of bruises from being bitten was barely covered.
Since the familiar family's simplified crest was embroidered at the end of the navy handkerchief, it was natural that one officer sent a strange look. Moreover, where had the Commander's uniform jacket and necktie gone, and despite his disheveled appearance, the presence of thick cologne was considerable. The strange thing was that the same scent was also coming from the patient sitting against the bed table, having bled profusely from his nose.