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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Treating the burns bothered her a lot more than the stitching up of her leg. There was just too much contact needed to apply the salve to the locations, though removing the last bits of clothing off her upper body hurt a lot more than the bounty hunter was willing to admit. Whatever the salve was, it was soothing, once the half-elf was finished, and eventually the pain overall started to dull to a low thorbbing as opposed to the loud screaming it'd been doing before.

The princess yawned a little and blinked her eyes, not quite sure if it was the poison or just the exhaustion of such an intense, pitched battle with the creature combined with her injuries. She rubbed at an eye with the knuckle, holding her ripped up left hand out for Raine to work on next.

"Nah... It's fine. I don't mind most pain," she replied. "If I can still feel pain, it means I'm still in control." Being in control of... her other side was very important. No longer feeling the intense pain she should be in was the first sign she'd lost her hold on it.

A thought occured to her. "Oh, the thing I killed? It killed someone before I got there - a guy." She shook her head a little. "Don't know who he was, though."

It didn't seem like either women were too bothered by exposing Alita like that, but Naminé did as she suggested, standing before Alita as Raine worked on the burns. They did look rather painful, now that Naminé could see them in better light. All that, from a creature's blood?

Hopefully, that wasn't going to be a common thing in Landels.

As Alita mentioned the man who died in the Kitchen, presumably to that beast, Naminé shuddered just the slightest. She knew what he looked like, but only after he died. It was not a pretty sight to remember. But she didn't say anything else, deciding to save identifying him for tomorrow. Surely, more people had seen the body - so someone must have been able to identify him. At least they had paid their respects.

"Good, because without stronger painkiller you're going to be feeling it for a while," Raine warned. She understood not wanting to be sedated during the day, when they were at the mercies of the staff, but since they were also reasonably safe then the trade-off just might be worth it.

When she'd gotten all the acid burns taken care of, she got Falis another shirt (the bra wasn't going to hang on much longer no matter what she did) and turned to Naminé. "Are you hurt anywhere?" She couldn't see anything new, but that didn't mean much, and the splint might need looking at.

The bounty hunter flexed the fingers of her now bandages left hand and frowned at the pain briefly, but then shrugged. Though they still hurt, there seemed to be no permanent damage that would hamper her ability to wield a weapon. Automatically taking the shirt from Raine, Falis looked at it for a moment and then, scooting back a bit on the bed, carefully curled up on her unburnt side and tucked the shirt between the crook of her arm and head.

Deciding to rest, she brought the sword closer to her, laying it before her as a warrior does and she tucked the claw back into the waist of her pants; she wanted to hold onto it, entertaining thoughts on what Hokuto would do when she saw the awesome trophy. Closing her eyes, Falis grinned and nudged Namine with a toe.

"Nah, she's fine. Namine's tougher than I am; she survived two close brushes with death today without a single scratch. I, on the other hand, like to bleed... within reason."

"No, I'm fine. This is an old injury," Naminé shook her head, smiling to show that she was fine. She was sure if there was something wrong with her, a nurse during the day would notice. Besides, she felt fine.

Though a little guilty when Alita pointed out how she survived the events of tonight. One, she was lucky. The other...

"I just ran away. I'm glad I came back, though." Naminé knew that Alita wanted her to run to safety, but Naminé still didn't want to know how tonight would have turned out if she didn't choose to come back to Alita. Alita won the battle without her, but...

Raine nodded; she could guess. "This is why non-combatants are still good to have in a group. My normal role is support mage." With so few spells at her disposal, though, it was just--easiest to stay in one place. If asked, she was willing to go out with a group, but she... had a feeling Kratos would generally be the better choice for anything that might involve combat.

Although, the nights in here had suddenly been less than eventful; why? Finding out where the most people tended to venture--and where the most people usually got hurt--would be a good idea. It might not be worth it to secure a room, but they should still be nearby.

Falis yawned again. "I just like fucking shit up," she replied. "But I like having someone there when I finally come back down."

It was nice to hear encouragement from the others, but Naminé still couldn't help but feel slightly useless. If she was born with magic powers, like Raine... or trained herself, like Alita did, maybe she wouldn't be such a drag. At best, she was simply a walking map. But she supposed she did what she could, which was all that mattered. As long as she helped, it would be acceptable, right?

"Well, I'll always be there when you're... er, done fighting," Naminé assured her friend, skirting around her foul language.

"Thank you again, Miss...?"

"Raine Sage. You are?" She had to admit some curiosity about such a gentle girl who nonetheless was friends with Alita, of all people. All right, she also saw Alita with someone she knew of fairly frequently, but Hokuto was... interesting.

She had to wonder how often Alita's companions saw her bleeding anywhere near this severely; quite possibly more than with most other people. Especially considering how slow things in M35 had been lately, they really needed to look into giving first-aid lessons, as soon as possible.

"Mm... 's nice," the bounty hunter replied to Namine. Falis shifted a little as she tried to get more comfortable, one leg ending up on her friend's lap in the process. She placed her hand on top of the sword, the motion very similar to what a child would do with a security blanket, and a small smile touched her lips.

A couple seconds later and the princess started to snore. "ZZZZzzzzZZZZZzzzz..."

"Naminé," The witch smiled. "Thank you very much, Raine." Naminé was truly grateful that Raine was setting aside time to stay in this clinic, and she felt like she should have offered something in repayment.

"Ah, I was wondering. I have some medication and bandages in my room, but I really have no use for them. I really don't know what they do, but maybe you could use them? As repayment for helping my friend." It sounded like a good trade-off; after all, nothing came free and Naminé really wasn't using her items anyway.

Raine smiled slightly in return; Naminé reminded her somewhat of Colette. It might have been just homesickness that made her make the comparison, but it didn't matter. The girl was just as gentle and caring as the Chosen, from what she'd seen. "I'd say so. We have people helping us stay supplied, but I still prefer to stay on top of things as much as possible."

She would have said more, but movement near the door caught her eye; she turned and froze for a second. What was that woman doing here? It was obvious she was hurt, but Raine was not always the gentle, kind healer.

"Excuse me," she managed, then went to put the bandages she still had back... and take a syringe to fill with the painkiller she didn't even like having. She wasn't above using tactics she'd had used against her by any means.

[Going down again!]

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