damned_institute | Nightshift 33: M35, Clinic

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Nightshift 33: M35, Clinic

Tamaki was still awed and touched that Ritsuka had set up the clinic for him. He... well, he'd stay alert and up and as focused as possible until Raine showed up. And anyone else. He remembered Kratos had said something about not being able to make it....

They really did need more healers and doctors. Maybe during the day he could hold classes in first aide or something, and anyone who wished to help could come. Yes, that was something he could focus his mind on. That was good.

He struggled out of bed, eyes still feeling hot and itchy from crying, and opened the door with another small smile directed at his roommate.

From the sound of the intercom, something was happening tonight. Maybe he should ask Ritsuka to stay after all.....

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For a moment, Beatrix watched the green-haired girl head back down the hallway, a look of tenderness in her eyes for a moment. Now that Mion was gone, the ex-assassin had to deal with the situation before her. Turning back to the clinic, the woman stepped just inside the room and leaned heavily against the side of the closet.

She was careful not to put any pressure on her gruesomely burned right arm, the previously existing bandages still somewhat visible amongst the pus and redness of the cracked, seared skin. Her left hand hung down at her side, the chef knife held steady in it, and rested on her thigh. Beatrix was making it very clear that she was armed, but also clear that she was in no way wielding the knife in an aggressive manner. In fact, she looked down right exhausted.

The Bride did not say anything, nor was her expression antagonistic. Her eyes reflected the great amount of pain she was in, though the rest of her expression was neutral. If the other woman wasn't going to bring up the attack, neither was Beatrix. She sighed a little; she suspected she was going to have to talk one of the children through how to help her.

She did not expect help from someone she'd brutally assaulted.

[From above.]

Raine turned and faced the woman she'd been sincerely hoping had vanished by now; she moved towards her, but stopped well out of reach. The syringe she'd taken was capped so she didn't accidentally stab herself, and she was holding it needle-point down, half hidden in her crossed arms.

"Looking for someone?" Because otherwise, Raine wanted her to get out.

Even in as much pain as Beatrix was, she was still had an assassin's training and senses; she was well aware of the syringe the white-haired woman was doing a poor job of concealing in her arms. She did not look directly at the syringe nor did she move her knife at all, but maintained the nonthreatening placement of it. Let the woman think she had an edge if it made her feel better.

She found the question amusing and almost laughed. Instead, the Bride simply raised an eyebrow. "Someone to treat my injury," she replied, her voice calm and collected, though the pain she was in slipped into her tone just a little. Her eyes clearly showed it as well as her own exhaustion.

"This is the clinic, yes?"

"Yes." The pain that the woman was in didn't escape Raine's notice, nor the fact that those burns had to be excruciatingly painful. She still wanted her gone.

Yes, Sheena, Kratos, and Regal had all gotten some nasty hits on her when she was facing them in battle--but she'd been able to fight back, and none of those had been been a sneak attack even on Sheena's part. Raine could understand wanting information, and being frantic to find one's child, but that did NOT excuse what this woman had done.

"I'm the senior healer. You'll live until morning."

If the Bride didn't need her arm taken care of as much as she did, she might have broken that woman's arm and stabbed her with the syringe. Instead, she simply remained calm.

"Of course I will live until morning, but I would prefer to not lose mobility in my arm," she replied. "I would prefer to continue protecting the teenagers I have taken on as my wards while I am kept prisoner here - one of which brought me here with all the hope in the world that someone would help me. I do understand you not wanting to."

Beatrix then looked from Raine over at the blonde-haired boy she'd ascertained during her time in the prison was the leader of this clinic - Tamaki if she remembered correctly. "I am more than capable of talking one of the boys through what needs to be done."

Her eyes moved back to the woman before her. "Excuse me. I'll ask one of them," she said, shifting her weight off of the door as if she was going to walk over toward Tamaki.

"No," Raine said sharply. It wasn't that she didn't trust the boys, but that this would probably be too much for them. Unfortunately, this wasn't going to go the way she wanted no matter what she did. "I'll do it. If you put that knife down. And anything else you might have."

She didn't trust the woman not to hurt her or someone else even when it didn't serve any purpose. After all, that hadn't seemed to matter last time.

She debated for a second if she wanted to even offer any painkiller... most likely, yes, because nothing short of sedation would help at all and it would slow the woman's reflexes. And even then, it wouldn't help much. As much as Raine didn't want get to where she was being deliberately cruel, she wasn't always very merciful.

I suppose this could be called my revenge, anyway... She felt no guilt, as it wasn't her fault that she really did have to cause her ~~victim~~ patient no small amount of severe pain in the name of helping her.

The Bride immediately turned to the desk and set the knife down upon it. She then took the bundle from under her injured arm, the skin audibly cracking at the motion causing the Bride to clench her jaw in pain, and set it on the desk next to the knife. She still had the small pairing knife concealed in her hair - she wasn't about to completely disarm her as she doubted the woman was going to put that syringe down anytime soon.

Pulling the chair out, Beatrix sat down, grimacing slightly at the pain of moving her arm at all. She looked up at the woman. The Bride idly wondered if the woman would take pleasure in the pain treating the burns would cause. She might actually respect this woman if that was the case.

"This is... appreciated."

She was getting a thank-you? That was a shock. Raine elected not to answer, just getting what she needed for this; the syringe was emptied and put back, partly for her own safety. She'd filled it with enough to make the other woman very unhappy; the same dose would make Raine miserable, and that was after she woke up. In place of it, she handed over a pill bottle and said "I would take at least one of these."

She found the scalpels and everything else easily enough, but she had to stop and think for an awfully long time about how to do this. She'd actually never done this procedure... skinning animals they were going to eat soon was it. She would not botch this, deliberately or accidentally; she had morals. "Debridement..." she murmured, picking up a book and going to the index.

Picking up the pill bottle, the Bride read it's label. Hydocodene. "Three," she said, opening the bottle and shaking three pills out. She glanced up at the woman, figuring she'd have to further explain given the usual dose was one. "Acquired high tolerance," was her simple explanation.

Beatrix watched the woman page through a book. "Do you require me to talk you through it as well?" It was an honest question; she was not talking down to the woman.

Raine shook her head once. "I've done variations on this, just not for the same purpose." She thought it might not be the greatest idea to compare this to skinning game.

She still did not like this, but there wasn't much choice. She reread the entry to make sure she understood, put the book on the nearest desk, and got to work.

Even the antiseptic had to hurt; wiping away pus was always painful, and it would sting anywhere with functional nerves. Raine could guess, regardless, that it was still nothing compared to when she started cutting away the dead skin. She did try to keep the drawing of blood to a minimum, but avoiding it wasn't possible.

Unlike usual, she didn't apologize when her patient winced, just worked silently--and if nothing else, without giving her occasional breaks to just breathe for a minute. She'd had this done, once, on a very small spot on her leg. From what she remembered, it was far more painful than even the combination of a mild concussion and a dislocated shoulder. My revenge, perhaps. But I still can't--won't--take any pleasure in it.

Beatrix gave the woman a nod when she indicated she didn't need the walkthrough. This was good as instructing someone on how to tend to burns this bad while it was being done to her was not something she really wanted to do.

When the woman started tending to the wounds, the Bride watched as she worked. It'd been a long time since she'd been in this much pain. Even the gunshot to the head hadn't hurt this much considering how fast she'd lost consciousness. She tried to keep her face stoic and unmoving, but as the woman worked, the less control she had over blocking the pain out. Considering the way the woman relentlessly worked, without the demeanor of a typical doctor, Beatrix was starting to think the woman was enjoying the pain she was causing, though it didn't show. Perhaps the woman was justifying it by knowing the healing it would bring about.

Whatever to make her feel better.

Suddenly, the Bride felt a sharper pain than the others, near the inside of her elbow as the woman got to a very tender area of the injury. That was enough to push the ex-assassin over the edge of control and she lashed out in an outward expression of the pain she was feeling. Except she didn't target Raine.

Her left hand snapped out at the wooden closet door next to her as she swore. The solid contact caused a crack to form vertically from where her fist hit it for about two feet up and one foot down. The Bride closed her eyes as she pulled her hand back, dropping it down to clasp the back bottom of the chair to keep herself from striking the woman helping her.

"Continue," she said, trying to drawn in calming breaths.

Raine jumped back, both startled and in self-defense, and just barely kept the knife from slicing even deeper into the woman's arm. She still drew more blood than she'd intended to, but the extra cut was shallow. I would suggest NOT doing that again. She didn't say it because she knew very well it had been involuntary.

And the woman had been careful not to hit her. Right now, at least, she didn't mean any harm--somewhat like Kratos. Except Raine would far, far rather have the angel (or Zelos... or Yuan) at her back in a fight than this woman.

When she'd gotten as much of the burned skin as she could, she took a brief breather just for her own sake; this was much more labor-intensive than she was used to. I may not have wanted to waste any magic on her, but at this point I wish I could. "All right. Now I have to get out what's left of the last bandage you had; it won't feel any better."

Eyes still closed, Beatrix nodded. "Continue," she said again, tightening her grip on the chair enough that the plastic audibly protested. Thankfully, her grip alone wasn't strong enough to harm the chair.

She breathed deeply, seeming to steady out her respiration to a rate slower than any normal person should have give the circumstances. She was slowly starting to compartmentalize the pain into a manageable state once again. She opened her eyes and then turned her head away from the sight, partially revealing the presence of the concealed pairing knife as well as the mental plate in her skull.

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