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Nightshift 35: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[Coming from here]
So they still had to deal with one of the brainwashed patients tonight; the rest were being carted off for experimentation. Something had changed in the routine. There'd been a pattern earlier, one night to those "trials", the others for the brain-washed patients. But tonight was different for some reason.
So what made it change?
Sanzo was suspicious of sudden change, mostly because it always signaled something was up.
Was it because of that "Jill" pissing Landel off? Or just pure whim?
Whatever the reason, it wouldn't do the patients any favors.
So they still had to deal with one of the brainwashed patients tonight; the rest were being carted off for experimentation. Something had changed in the routine. There'd been a pattern earlier, one night to those "trials", the others for the brain-washed patients. But tonight was different for some reason.
So what made it change?
Sanzo was suspicious of sudden change, mostly because it always signaled something was up.
Was it because of that "Jill" pissing Landel off? Or just pure whim?
Whatever the reason, it wouldn't do the patients any favors.
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With Okita gone, the rurouni turned to his friends. He knew he'd worried Sano, and there was really no telling what Yuffie thought of him now. She'd seen a part of him that he hadn't wanted her to.
Sano first. "What would you like this one to say?" he asked mildly, trying to smile. It was hard, with the blood still pumping out of his shoulder. It was starting to dry on his shirt, heavy and sticky. Blood always felt the same, whether it was someone else's or his own.
The smile that Yuffie got was a bit more genuine. He understood why Sano had done...that, but it was still kind of hilarious. Especially right now. In spite of everything that had happened, Sano was still Sano and Yuffie was still Yuffie.
"You don't look that much better yourself. Honestly, you needn't worry about this one. His life isn't in danger, and the bleeding's already starting to slow. Save your energy."
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Still, even that relief was short lived. Sanosuke had to agree with Kenshin that Yuffie was looking like shit, which Sanosuke was reasonably sure he shouldered at least partial responsibility for. "Uh sorry about all that, Ninja Girl." Maybe it wasn't exactly apologetic, but Sanosuke did smile up at her a bit hopefully. "Don't be too mad, okay? And it's fine if you don't want to use that bubble stuff on me. I can take a lot." Just not pens to the lungs. That hadn't gone over well.
And then Kenshin was being Kenshin. "Damn it, how much blood are you looking to lose tonight?" He didn't hit quite as hard as he could've, but Sanosuke didn't let Kenshin's wounds stop him from smacking the rurouni in the head. "If she can't heal you, fine, but we can at least make bandages. I already ripped my shirt up for something else anyway. But stop acting all tough, cause we all know that wound isn't as light as you're making it out to be."
Geez, some people. The endurance-crazy bastard was Sano's role, not Kenshin's. Not when his blood had made a damn huge stain on the wall.
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The violence of the fight hadn't really fazed Yuffie. The smell of blood was more than a little familiar, and she'd lost count of the number of opponents she'd killed years ago. It had just been... weird.
Really weird.
But, hey. At least he hadn't done a Vincent and turned into a kinda-sorta-slightly terrifying demon of death and doom. Yuffie could deal, as she always had done and always would do, with whatever life threw at her. She returned his smile brightly, if a little wearily.
The smile was quick to fade into a scowl when Sagara opened his mouth, though. "You're sorry, huh? I ain't forgivin' you that easily!" Her cheeks were pink in both anger and embarrassment, and she added: "You knuckleheaded pervert."
Knuckleheaded pervert he may be, but he did have a point. Kenshin was messed up and they couldn't let him get away with doing the whole macho-man act. "Whatever," Yuffie sighed. "I'll be just peachy. You, on the other hand? You're about as fine as a... not fine thing." Even as she spoke, the ninja was already gathering what little energy she had left. No way was she going to wait for Kenshin to protest! Besides, she wanted to get it over with; she was sick to death of the hallway. Blood wasn't the nicest decoration in the world. Once she'd finished doing her thing, they could go to some room or other and they could explain to her what the hell had just happened..!
And despite her earlier words, when she released the energy of Clear Tranquil, three bubbles developed; one each for herself, Kenshin, and Sagara. Maybe she was just that kind. Maybe she was rubbing her generosity in his face. Or, maybe she'd done it by accident.
Either way, she didn't really notice; as soon as the Limit was over, she was too busy collapsing in a dead faint.
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He knew that was how his friend showed his affection, but usually he was a little more sensitive when that friend was bleeding all over the floor. He was still in intense pain, and being punched in the head--even lightly--didn't help any.
He chose to ignore the heated little debate between Sanosuke and Yuffie at the moment. He was tempted to tease them both about it, but he was feeling too woozy from the blood loss to come up with anything clever.
It turned out that he didn't need to.
"Yuffie-donno you shouldn't--" But it was too late. Whatever magic that Yuffie had used to close the wound in Sano's side healed the rurouni enough to stop the blood. And completely knock Yuffie out.
"Sano, help this one move her somewhere safe. We'll...talk later." Kenshin was already at her side, propping her up. With his arm in this condition, and with the wound in his leg slowing him down, there was no way he'd be able to carry her on his own.
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Then the bubbles came back, and for the second time that night Sanosuke felt what injuries he had going away. He would've teased Ninja Girl about his inclusion himself, except before he could, Yuffie had passed out. Looked like whatever the bubble magic was, it wore her out even more than Sano had.
"No way." Sanosuke had been moving to catch Yuffie too, but he drew the line at helping Kenshin carry her. Frowning at his friend, Sanosuke shifted Yuffie so that her weight was solely on him, draping her over his shoulder right. "You're going to have a hard enough time carrying yourself. I've got Ninja Girl. You just don't pass out on me either. Got it?"
And yeah, Kenshin, Sanosuke thought in silent agreement. The matter was too important to drop, but too heavy to pick up then at the same time. What they were going to do now that the truce was over, and Okita could attack Kenshin at any time. We're going to have a damn long talk later.
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All right, so Sano really was right. Good to know.
The rurouni gave his friend a weak smile. "Shall we be off, then? Apparently there's some sort of clinic the next hall over. Let's get her there."
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