[thread-hopping from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/308370.html?thread=25418898#t25418898)]
As soon as he'd been given the supplies, Mello walked over to the small group and picked up the gauze to snip off a neat square. He left the scissors dangling from his smallest finger as he grabbed the brown container and inspected it, making sure it was what Tamaki had claimed. Although Tamaki had mentioned Kyon, he didn't recognize him and assumed that everyone present had arrived with the injured boy.
"I'm Mello," he announced without lifting his eyes from the bottle. Once satisfied, he wet the square of gauze and slid it across the tip of the needle, then wiped his fingers clean and set the soiled cloth aside. His movements were quick and neat, but despite the care he took in arranging supplies, his expression was all business. He was here to provide medical attention, not compassion.
"I'm going to suture your arm," he continued. "It'll control the blood loss better than gauze, and you don't look like you can afford to lose more blood." The statement was theoretically true, and his expression didn't reveal that he considered the job a waste of time and energy. He glanced up from the needle to gauge the competence of the uninjured three. The bandaging wasn't bad, so at least one of them knew what they were doing. "Who wrapped his shoulder?" he asked.
Despite Tamaki's warning, Mello clearly didn't expect to be met with much resistance.
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As soon as he'd been given the supplies, Mello walked over to the small group and picked up the gauze to snip off a neat square. He left the scissors dangling from his smallest finger as he grabbed the brown container and inspected it, making sure it was what Tamaki had claimed. Although Tamaki had mentioned Kyon, he didn't recognize him and assumed that everyone present had arrived with the injured boy.
"I'm Mello," he announced without lifting his eyes from the bottle. Once satisfied, he wet the square of gauze and slid it across the tip of the needle, then wiped his fingers clean and set the soiled cloth aside. His movements were quick and neat, but despite the care he took in arranging supplies, his expression was all business. He was here to provide medical attention, not compassion.
"I'm going to suture your arm," he continued. "It'll control the blood loss better than gauze, and you don't look like you can afford to lose more blood." The statement was theoretically true, and his expression didn't reveal that he considered the job a waste of time and energy. He glanced up from the needle to gauge the competence of the uninjured three. The bandaging wasn't bad, so at least one of them knew what they were doing. "Who wrapped his shoulder?" he asked.
Despite Tamaki's warning, Mello clearly didn't expect to be met with much resistance.