[It's luck and the fact that Cu's trade is nearly as shady that helps him find that first slick of blood on the ground. Truth be told, he didn't know what the trail would lead him to, it could have been anyone's blood, but for once luck is on his side.

He runs all the way there, panic giving way to something like disgusted hope when he sees the first body. Yeah, he's heard about how bad some of the killings had been, right down to the gory details. He knows what it could look like, and Cu doesn't have the time to regret being encouraged by the sight.

Diarmuid fought back. And maybe he didn't go to die. Maybe he decided to fix it.

Maybe--

When he finally makes it to the back of that warehouse and sees Diarmuid lying there, he's too caught up in his tunnel vision to be disgusted by anything he sees. The only thing in his mind is that oh god he's breathing, oh god save him save him save him--

Cu doesn't know where to start with the hasty first aid, so he presses his hand to the biggest wound in his range of vision and shouts]

Diarmuid! Hey!