damned_institute | Nightshift 30: M35, Clinic

Well, hadn't this boy just snapped to attention? Kurogane was a little put off by the enthusiasm, but didn't let it show as he brought Fai over to the bed. The kid was at least prepared which was more than Kurogane could say for himself.

"Him," he answered passively as he carefully sat Fai down on the bed top. It should have been pretty damn obvious which one of them was injured! Though since he and the other had gotten a little stained by Fai's blood, he could see where there might be some confusion. Having to answer such an obvious question still bothered him a little. Things were getting to him more than they should have for some reason.

Once he'd set Fai down, he gave the one in the door a glance and nodded over, "He knows what the injuries are." Or so he'd claimed earlier. Kurogane didn't leave his eyes on the door for long and set them back on Fai, folding his arms as he took to observing.

Yuuhi did relatively little as he was set down. He was simply relieved that the world had stopped moving for a while. It was difficult enough to stay awake, but he focused his strength on that for the time being. He didn't know if he wanted to hear the boy rattle off his injuries again, it would just make him feel a greater failure for not getting past that strange boy upstairs. He knew things were bruised and bleeding and he knew it'd been a long time since he'd felt so broken, inside and out.

He wanted to apologize to the boy, for troubling him so much, but he knew it would just earn him another reprimand from Kurogane, so he stayed quiet and tried not to concentrate on how much it hurt.

Takaya was looking around the 'clinic' in an annoyed sort of way. "Compound fracture of the left arm. It's behind that blood-soaked bit of cloth there." He'd already straightened and immbolilized the arm, but if this guy had clean bandages that would work better. "Probably broken ribs, internal hemmoraging, and it looks like his legs are fucked." He shrugged. "And if he's not there already, he's going into shock," he finished with a slightly bored tone that wasn't his. Kagetora didn't like dealing with children much.

Tamaki nodded. He didn't know what he could do for internal bleeding, but the rest he thought he could take care of.

The first thing was to stop as much of the bleeding as possible. He moved to the other boy's arm first, carefully exposing it to bandage with sterile gauze.

"Please help pile some blankets around him, to keep him warm." That was important, to stave off shock. They couldn't elevate his legs, it looked like, but if the bleeding could be slowed and he was kept warm....

Blankets? What good was that going to do? Kurogane didn't verbally question the request though and looked for the blankets, unfolding his arms once he spotted them. He lifted them and set about placing them around Fai. He was no expert, but the blond boy seemed to have some idea of what to do, so Kurogane would do as instructed for now. This boy was at least willing to help.

The other in the doorway was being more passive about the whole thing. Somehow that bothered him more than answering obvious questions. "We're out of the hall, so tell me what happened," he demanded of the other boy. He didn't give the door a second look, opting to focus on Fai in case he tried to protest anything, but still expected that the boy would know just who was being questioned. If he was just going to stand there and be bored, then he could at least be useful and talk.

He turned his head aside to cough again, this time feeling the warm liquid fleck his lips rather than just the coppery taste in the back of his mouth. Something as simple as breathing was steadily becoming more difficult.

"It's nothing," he coughed again as he tried to beat the other boy to answering Kurogane's question. "I just... fell." He bit back a yelp when the blonde started re-dressing his arm, but didn't complain. It didn't hurt quite as much anymore and the boy's hand felt warm on his cool skin. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad, but decided not to try and ask.

Takaya turned his head to the side, frowning. When he spoke, his voice was more thoughtful than pissed off or bored. "If he did fall, it was probably from the second floor. I heard a few noises from up there when it was quiet in the Sun Room." He thought about the stitched-up guy. "The freaky asshole that was in the room though was this blue, stitched-up mess. The guy I was with attacked him, and your boyfriend there was already pretty fucked up when we first showed. So," he shrugged again. "I don't know if the stitched guy attacked him or not, but I've never seen him before. He fucked up the guy I was walking with at the time and he took off shortly thereafter. I grabbed the blond and took off."

He turned to look at Kurogane, amber eyes cool. "The-fucking-end."

"Oh no, it's not nothing at all!" Tamaki protested, tending to the wounded arm as gently as possibly. "In here, you have to be very honest about your injuries, or we can't help you properly."

This looked like it was a serious enough situation to deserve an opiate pain killer. After tying off the bandages, Tamaki retrieved one of the small white pills and offered it to the injured boy.

"This will make you hurt less. I have to look at your legs now, and it's probably going to hurt. Can you swallow?"

"I didn't ask you," he scolded when Fai once again ignored his orders to shut up. He would have said more, but the blond boy had beaten him into doing so and with a much kinder tone. Maybe Fai would listen if someone else berated him a little.

And it seemed the other boy had finally found the right words to deserve another look from Kurogane and one that was much more than a simply passing glance. His full glare turned back to the boy now, red eyes burning with a dangerous kind of anger. Just who the hell was he calling someone's boyfriend, huh?! That was as bad as being called "Father" with Fai being the stupid "Mother"!! If this boy had any kind of intelligence he'd stop acting like Mokona right now, otherwise the next time he'd be treated as if he were that damn manjuu.

Kurogane growled low, but refrained from saying anything this time. Some brat making jabs at him was not important. Damn irritating, but not important.

He drew his attention to the other words instead, finding there to be the important information. Fai had been on the second floor and had apparently fallen from there. No, not fallen, likely thrown or somehow forced over the side by something on the second floor. That made more sense by the story. What had taken Fai up to the second floor was Kurogane's main concern though. He had assumed Fai had come from the Sun Room by how the boy had been leaving with him, but if the magician had fallen in from the floor above, it meant that something else had been of more importance to him than both keeping away from Kurogane or attempting to find the kids.

Looking again to Fai, his glare persisted as his thoughts ran over the possibilities for just what the something could have been.

The room was getting crowded, but it was hard to focus long enough to see if he could recognize anyone out of the new group of people. There were voices though, some familiar, some not. He looked at the medicine the boy was holding out before him, then took it with a shaking hand. Alcohol would have been nice right now, any kind at all as long as there was lots of it, but his injuries still throbbed painfully all up and down his body.

It took a couple of tries, but he swallowed the medicine, his vibrant blue eyes beginning to dull with fever. He just wanted it to stop hurting. Almost unconsciously, his free hand reached out and caught the hem of Kurogane's shirt. He gave an apologetic look before he had to wince at the pain and his hold tightened for just a moment. His breathing felt like it was speeding up, bit by bit, but he could do nothing to stop it. It sounded shallow and wet and he tried not to cough again.

Yuuhi gave the blonde medic a short glance before preparing himself for the coming pain. His arm had been somewhat simple, he could see the damage, tell what had been done, but the legs? He hadn't even been able to move them. They'd surely be bruised up and down, not to mention the burns that the boy's blasts had given him. The legs of his pants still had burn marks and fabric stuck to skin in places. It wasn't just the legs either, his shoulder matched as well as his ribs, though Kurogane and the medic were giving him conflicting messages. Don't speak, but tell what's wrong. In the end, he clenched his teeth, waited for the pain to come, and said nothing.

Takaya didn't give a shit as to why the taller asshole was glaring at him. He was busy trying to stick around and find out if the blond guy was going to be okay. Kagetora didn't seem to think that they should stay. He had no real personal reasons.

He moved away from the door and stood in the corner, better to keep out of the way.

"Please, everyone, this is a clinic. And we're getting very crowded, so please, if you aren't helping, just stay quiet so I can work." Tamaki was having trouble concentrating, and he had to do his job!

He moved to inspect his patient's legs, wincing some as he carefully peeled away the fabric to get a good look. Oh dear.

"I'm going to put something on your legs that will make them feel better," he said, smiling in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. He was very glad Ritsuka-kun had brought all those supplies - burn creme was coming in handy quite a bit. He wiped down his hands with a sterile cloth and pulled on a pair of the latex gloves that someone had brought, before beginning to gently slather the burn creme onto the wounds.

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Within a matter of seconds the very small room became very crowded with people. Kurogane had watched the chaos involved with each person's entry, matching faces with names being said for later reference. The blond seeing to Fai was Tamaki, and Kurogane knew he'd seen the Shana girl in the room Fai had run out of last night. The boys with brown hair he matched for "Shadow" and "Kyon" easily, not recognizing either one, and the remaining blond had still yet to be identified. Four out of five in such a short amount of time was not bad, however.

After watching things unfold and then hearing Tamaki's request, Kurogane came to the decision that he should move out into the hallway. There was no reason for him to just keep standing there doing nothing. He could just as well wait outside until Tamaki finished, then come back in to take Fai to another room and clear some space in the crowded room. And that's what he would do.

He'd just taken a step towards leaving when he felt something tugging at the base of his shirt. Thinking his shirt had only gotten snagged on something, he looked back to pull it lose, but stopped when he saw the pale fingers grasping at the gray fabric. "Just what do you think you're doing, Magician?" he asked, tone slightly annoyed. Fai was out of luck if he expected Kurogane would stay like the kid might for the Princess. It wasn't until he moved his eyes from Fai's fingers up to his face that Kurogane saw the reason for the other's actions. Pain was written all over his expression, clearly seen even in the sadder expression prior to wincing at it.

The fabric pulled tighter on Kurogane's shirt; Fai's hand wouldn't be easily removed even if Kurogane tried. Expression hard, he gave the door another look, then gave Tamaki one as well to see what he was doing, and finally ended with his eyes again on Fai. After a moment, he let out a near-silent grunt. "Fine."

Moving his hand as he'd intended to earlier, he wrapped his fingers around Fai's thin wrist as though he were about to force the hand away. He didn't do anything past that though. He only kept his hand around Fai's wrist, just holding it there while Fai clung at his shirt, and didn't leave.

He wasn't supposed to get attached, it was a lesson he'd learned over and over again, but right at this moment he was so very afraid to be alone. Besides, it wasn't as if Kurogane would actually stay for someone like him. He'd said as much before, hadn't he? Gotten upset with him for getting involved with the others, Syaoran, Sakura... it seemed like Kuro had been telling him over and over that he shouldn't. That he wasn't a part of them, that his past was his own problem... or at least that was how it seemed. Maybe he'd heard it all wrong, but...

When Kurogane rebuked him for being such a mess that he had reached out hand... it was no more than he'd expected. Of course he'd be annoyed. Yuuhi had only been a hindrance to him since he'd arrived. Just as his fingers began to loosen their grip and let go, he felt a firm hand on his wrist and heard Kuro's consenting grumble.

Kurogane was staying? But... why? A look of confusion crossed his features briefly before the boy began putting ointment on his legs and he drew in a sharp, pained breath. It was slow in coming, but it was beginning to hurt less and less. He glanced back up at Kurogane, a smile that was barely even there appearing at his lips. It was small and it was weak, but perhaps for the first time, it was no facade. Hurt and tired as he was, right now he felt... safe. His breathing was still shallow, but slowing now as he calmed down. He let his eyes close slowly as his body began to relax. There would be time for worry later. Right now he was safe and so very tired.

[feel free to skip for a few turns]

Takaya was feeling less than useless and that quiet fucking voice in the back of his mind wasn't helping.

Ge really wasn't needed so... He pushed away from the wall. The blond guy, Fai, would be fine. All he had to do was stay alive until the sun rose and then it would be up to the hospital anyway. He wasn't doing anything, he never did anything, leaving his room had been a mistake, helping other people had been a mistake. It was all fucked.

Making certain he didn't bother anyone else with his passing, he stepped out the door and back into the halls.

[going to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/303919.html?view=25236783#t25236783)]

"There we are," Tamaki said, quietly, making certain he slathered every bit of burn with the salve. He peeled off the gloves and reached for a roll of bandages, to wrap the legs and seal in the ointment. It looked as though his other patient was being taken care of, but... from what he could see, the other boy would need stitches. Hopefully he could get to that after he'd seen to everything here.

"Ah... if you could help me with getting him to sit up for just a very short time?" He turned to the man who hadn't left. "If he has broken or bruised ribs, I need to wrap them, but we have to be very careful moving him... Oh, I'm so sorry, I don't even know your names!"

Whatever part of Fai thought that Kurogane was angry at him for getting involved was dead wrong. The Shinobi was angry, granted, but not for that reason. It was Fai's decision for what he did or didn't get himself involved in. Not once had he ever had a problem with the magician's actual involvement. What had Kurogane upset was that Fai's attempt to back out after having become involved. If he'd intended to remain distanced, then he should have done so from the beginning, but since that hadn't happened, Fai needed to follow through with the path he'd found himself on.

Kurogane tried to keep his attention away from Fai's actual face now that he was stuck there practically holding the idiot's hand. This whole thing was awkward enough, so he didn't need some dazed grin or whiny 'Aw, Kuro-pii cares' sending him storming from the room. Mostly, he watched Tamaki do his work, but he did give Fai a few glances back with the same hard look as always. He'd glanced the earlier confusion as well as the continued pain dominating Fai's expression, but what drew his eyes back the longest was the very faint curving of Fai's lips.

He stared a moment, but found no pretend about it-- Fai was smiling.

Part of him wanted to tell Fai to shut up again. Even though nothing had been spoken, that trace of a smile had said more than anyone else had all evening. It had Kurogane feeling annoyed and gave him a mind to try and leave again. In a way though, he also felt relieved at seeing something so honest from the magician. No mask or lie as a cover for once. About damn time.

Setting Fai's hand back to the bed once he was unconscious, he turned his attention to Tamaki and nodded at the request. So long as he was doing something to help, he had no problem with staying. "He's Fai, and I'm Kurogane," he provided simply, then slowly and carefully lifted Fai into a sitting position. It was easier moving someone when they were unconscious, but with how much pain the magician was likely still in, he might not remain so for long.

[[ok i lied...]]

The drug had started taking effect and Yuuhi would have been perfectly happy to sleep the remainder of the night away, but it'd only been a few minutes when he felt a stabbing pain in his chest and opened a pair of groggy eyes. It took a moment to focus them and realize that it hurt so much because he was being moved again. He didn't want to sit up, he just wanted to lay down on his stomach with his face down in a pillow and sleep.

His fingers curled around Kurogane's wrist for support as another coughed wracked his body. He turned his head, but there was still plenty of blood. He spit, trying to rid his mouth of it, but it dribbled down in a thin line from the side of his mouth. The drugs dulled the pain, but addled his system, weakened his defenses. He shouldn't be trying so hard to survive, he ought to be glad to finally be released. He'd put himself in harm's way before, but never like this.

"I'm... scared," he admitted, brows knit together. He was broken in so many ways already. His hold on Kuro's wrist went slack and dropped to his side.

"Thank you," Tamaki said, trying to wrap the bandages as gently as he possibly could. But they needed to be a little bit snug....

"We don't have the equipment to treat internal injuries," he explained, quietly. "We usually have healers who can use magic, but I'm afraid something's happened and they aren't here. But I think he should be alright until morning."

And that was the important thing. "There we are," he continued to soothe his patient, nodding to Kurogane to let him know Fai could be set back down. "Now just try and rest," he went on, wiping at the bit of blood on Fai's face. "You're going to be just fine."

He nodded again to Tamaki, then watched while the boy worked once again, holding Fai still.

When Fai tried speaking again, he couldn't help but heave another sigh. "How many times do I have to say it..." he muttered, but let the main point go. The magician was clearly too pained to register or care for further scolding - he'd have shut up by now had the case been different. All Fai could grasp onto now was the pain and the fear. And, apparently, Kurogane's wrist as well. First his shirt, now this. At least this kind of clinging wasn't so annoying as the usual. Still, it was just as sad. Had the magician really never been so injured before?

Kurogane didn't attempt to pull away for the moment Fai held on, letting him do as he pleased if it would help somehow. He'd already consented into staying, so there was no point in refusing additional clinging now.

Tamaki was doing all he could but wouldn't be able to do everything with the supplies he had. That was fine so long as it helped. A healer would have been better (probably), but knowing Fai he wouldn't have wanted anything to do with anyone else's magic even if it had meant helping him. He could barely handle dealing with his own, as stood. Or that's how Kurogane saw it.

Slowly, he lowered Fai back to the bed once Tamaki had nodded that it was all right. Fai did need to rest if he really was "going to be just fine". However, judging by how popular the room was becoming, Kurogane had a feeling that resting here would not be the best. If anyone else came, things were bound to get even more hectic. "If someone else comes, I'll take him elsewhere," he said to Tamaki, "to clear the room."

Yuuhi gave a sigh and let his head roll back against the wall. He tried not to make much noise as the boy wrapped his ribs. It hurt for a while, but lessened slightly once he was finished. His breathing was starting to become slightly more regular, though it was weak. At least the medicine mad it easier to deal with things. It made him feel far away, disconnected to the here and now and he was just fine with that.

He said nothing more, but his expression wasn't quite so pained as it had been.

"There..." Tamaki smiled and nodded some. "That's all that we can do. And he shouldn't be moved! Not with his injuries, it will only make things worse. If anyone else comes in... well, we've ran out of beds before!" And piled blankets on the floor in a pinch.

"He should be alright now. Just let him rest, and if he needs anything, let one of us know." Since now he had Kyon to help him, thank goodness!

All right then, he wouldn't be taking the magician elsewhere. Tamaki seemed more than ready to face the challenge of a bed shortage, strangely so - almost as if he'd been Fai at the Cat's Eye back in Oto, ready to make due when the tables were filled with customers. Not just the enthusiasm was familiar but Tamaki's looks as well. Kurogane partly blamed the similar appearance for how easily Tamaki was comparing with the other blond in his mind. The connection was somewhat eerie.

"Fine," he consented to everything spoken, then folded his arms once more and leaned his back against the wall. If he'd been sure he could have taken a seat on the bed without hurting Fai, he'd have done that instead, but for now the wall was fine. It was as out of the way as possible for the room size (and for his own size) without him actually having to leave.

Leaving still remained an option though. Fai had been seen to and wasn't going to go anywhere with the state he was in. Kurogane could easily leave him in the M35 Clinic's care and go finish what he'd originally set out to do - find Fai, then find the others. That's what he should be doing now anyway, finding the others. It wasn't find Fai, then forget about the others and stay with Fai all night because he'd been stupid. And yet, that was exactly what the evening was about to turn into. One more glance down at Fai was all that was needed to know,

Kurogane wasn't about to just leave Fai in someone else's care. Tamaki had helped, and willingly, but the boy was still a stranger. From that fact alone, Kurogane couldn't bring himself to trust that Fai would be fine if he left. That meant he had no choice but to stay. He'd have done the same for any other member of their group, but still... "What a pain," he breathed silently, then closed his eyes and leaned his head back to the wall as well.

At least Fai was all right, for now.

His head was swimming, but at least the pain was diminishing. He opened his mouth for a moment to try to say more, but thought better of it, glancing down with a quiet breath. How could everything have taken such a turn so quickly?

It was hard to remain reasonable, otherwise he would have kicked himself for even saying half of the things he'd already slipped. He let his gaze fall on Kurogane for a moment, then closed them again, more than ready to let sleep take him.

[[feel free to skip for a few turns, unless someone wakes him up.]]

His eyes couldn't stay closed for very long; there was too much activity in the room for him to relax. More people had come in, first a young girl, then a blond that... might have been a girl for the looks, but that was male by the voice. Tamaki was quick with setting them to work when they offered, and he expected the young girl would be joining him with Fai momentarily by what he was hearing. If she was sure she could help somehow, then fine.

Then there were more, like a flood almost, and... green. Roronoa Zoro. Looked like he had his own blond to deal with as well as some others. The one he was ~~dragging~~ carrying looked to be in about the same condition as Fai, possibly worse since he was unconscious before being treated. That was never good.

He again considered pressing that he should take Fai to another room, but Tamaki was busy elsewhere, and he had a feeling the boy would refuse again.

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