NIGHT 64: DOCTOR'S OFFICE 1

[envy_the_sinners]

[From here]

Scar stumbled clumsily into the office Tsubaki had opened. It was simple, and thankfully empty. That was all he really cared about right now. And there was a couch. The Ishbalan lowered himself painfully onto his side, avoiding pressuring his injuries. His breath was labored and heavy as he let himself rest. Scar spoke after a moment of quiet.

"You would be best off getting back to whatever it was you were doing." His voice was more gravelly than usual. "I appreciate your help."

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[thecamellia]

Watching him was painful--not in a physical way, not in the way he must’ve been feeling with Lingormr’s wrath stamped all over him, but in an intangible sense. Every time she saw the results of Landel’s callousness, it hurt in a dark, distant way. A familiar ache, like an old battle wound.

And alongside it, there was a feeling of helplessness. She couldn’t help him the way he needed to be helped, regrettably enough. But reassuring him that he would be fine--that was something she could do whole-heartedly and without question, because it was the truth.

“Yes, of course,” she replied unhesitatingly. She had settled back on her knees, but she leaned closer now, blinking in the darkness. “From what I know, it’s very rare for wounds not to heal up completely! And I know someone… she’s a healer. She can--” and talking about Rapunzel and her abilities only brought back memories of that night in the desert, when Tsubaki herself had been in such need of them, though she squelched them down as quick as they came, “heal wounds as bad as yours in a matter of minutes. Either way, we’ll get you back on your feet. Don't worry, you'll be fine.”

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar only nodded, his eyes still closed. From Tsubaki's words, he felt less nervous about the long term effects of Loki's attack. That had been his number one concern. Amestrian medicine could never fix something like this 100%.

"Wait- who can... heal?" Like alchemic healing? How did that work?

[thecamellia]

“She’s my friend,” Tsubaki supplied. “Her name is Rapunzel. I’ll ask her about you the next time I see her.”

If the man wasn’t interested in painkillers or any other supplies she could think to get to make his wounds more bearable, then… the only thing left to do was keep an eye on him, wasn’t it? Tsubaki didn’t dare go too far otherwise. If the worst of his cuts needed tending again and no one was around, that would be majorly dangerous.

Oh yeah, and there was one more thing--

“By the way, I… never got your name…”

[envy_the_sinners]

"Alright..." He didn't understand how someone could heal another person, but there were a lot of people from strange worlds here, he supposed.

"You may call me Scar." It was the answer he was starting to get used to offering. Very... very few people had actually asked him his name during his time in Amestris. He had his own reasons for not offering it.

Somewhere inside he knew it was foolish, but so were many of his little 'methods' of keeping people at a safe distance.

[thecamellia]

“Okay, Scar-san. I’ll keep watch now while you rest.”

And think about her game plan in the mean time. Tomorrow… well, who knew what tomorrow would bring. With sunrise, Lingormr would at least be back in his right mind and Scar would have the nurses to take care of him.