Nightshift 33: M35, Clinic

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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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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."

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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.