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Disciplinary Therapy Room 3 [MU for Kvothe]

Family really was such an important thing. And for him to have lost his at such an early age was really quite tragic and, she had to admit, in a way romantic. The struggle to avenge the deaths of those he’d loved, the desire to spare others from the same fate... It was what the best stories were made of. It was a pity that he’d lost some of that though. In her opinion, the hero of such a story should always remember the loss and strive to atone for it, to prevent it from happening again. So clearly it was up to her to make sure that she set him back on the right path.

And she’d make sure that she gave him every reason to remember what he’d lost and what he still stood to lose.

He would be waking up soon, so she took one last look over him, tracing the line of his cheek and jaw with a finger before returning to double check her supplies. Soon enough, they would be able to begin, and she’d be able to make sure he never forgot what was important.

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"There are things out there that will eat you if we let you go," Sheena managed to get in before she took another blow to the face in the midst of the flailing. At least she'd seen this one coming well enough to turn her head to the side so she took a forearm instead of an elbow. She really didn't care for the taste of blood in her mouth.

The ninja was surprised by Yukari's reaction. The youkai had been doing a decent job keeping calm and trying to talk him down, but then she slapped him? Okay, Sheena couldn't blame her for doing it, especially since she was one more blow to the face from just going ahead and knocking the boy out.

Still, it actually looked like Yukari was... angry or something. This was a new experience.

Kvothe wasn't conciously processing what they were actually saying anymore. The slap stunned him for a moment as she yelled at him and he tried to pull back, but the the other was still holding onto him. It only reinforced his increasing terror and need to escap, nothing good would come of submitting. If anything, his efforts to free himself intensified.

There was a brief moment of satisfaction before Yukari noticed that he wasn't snapping out of it; if anything, he was panicking worse now. Taking a moment to calm down, a process not helped by another arm to Sheena's face, Yukari drew in a deep breath. The "talk to him" strategy did not seem to be working. So the youkai turned her attention to the only other person worth talking to in the room right now.

"Can't you just put him in some kind of ninja sleeper hold and turn it off?" she suggested tiredly. As appealing as letting the kid go and run into the first thing with a lot of teeth and and empty stomach was, Yukari was determined to have a successful rescue, even if it meant dragging the kid's beaten, unconscious (or better yet, beaten unconscious) form back to the Clinic.

And there was strike three. This one actually caused Sheena to grunt a little as the cut on her lip opened a bit more.

"Done," she said to Yukari, shifting her hold to put pressure on the right points on the boy's neck, ignoring the other minor hits she took to her body to do so. As sad as it was, the ninja was probably going to be a little sore in the morning.

"You're not really hearing me now," she said to the boy as she hastened to knock him unconscious out in the quickest and least painful method she knew, "but we truly don't mean you harm. Forgive me, but this is for your own good."

He felt the shifting grip on his neck, but didn't realize what the girl intended until his vision started going dark around the edges. He'd lost conciousness twice that evening already, the first time he woke up bound to a table, the second time he woke he'd been attacked by these two girls. He lashed out against the girl holding him this time with intent to hurt and he tried to cry out, but he already felt himself weakening and the only sound he managed was a wordless cry that trailed off as he slumped into unconciousness.

Well, that had certainly been a whole lot of work for a whole lot of nothing. They probably wouldn't even be able to get a good idea of his injuries except for that hand. Well, they'd just have to be careful dragging him back to the Clinic (unless Sheena was such a super Destiny Ninja she could actually carry him... well, it's not like he was that big).

Wait a pain.

"Well, I guess we have to carry him now... do you need my help, or...?" she let the question trail off as she turned her gaze from the slumped body to the girl in question. She frowned then, resisting the urge to reach over hold her face to get a better look at the cut on her lip. "Are you alright?"

Insolent human. Injuring ~~Sheena~~ them when they were only trying to help. He was lucky Yukari had motivations other than her non-universal sense of benevolence for being here.

Sheena had started to half-growl as she saw the strike that was meant to hurt heading toward her, preparing herself to take the hit when the boy's arm wavered and he slumped unconscious. Waiting a few more breaths, just to make sure he was out, she eased off of his neck and laid him gently upon the ground.

Rolling her neck, she gingerly touched her lip to check how much it was bleeding. She paused and looked up at the youkai.

"I'm okay - just irritated," she said, turning her head to spit out the blood she'd gotten in her mouth. Ugh. "I'll heal."

She turned back to the boy and, since she didn't have to worry about him freaking out on her now, carefully took his hand. "Shit, this is bad. I'm not even going to try to set it; I'm too damn clumsy for delicate work like this. He needs Raine."

That cut didn't look particularly "okay", nor did it look like it would heal very soon. But Sheena was right; it wasn't exactly life threatening, nor should it particularly slow them down. More concerning was her assessment of the boy's injuries.

"Can you tell if anywhere else is injured? Otherwise, we should probably be going," said Yukari. She idly wondered how long they had before the good doctor pulled the plug on them. Or maybe that would be beneficial, considering patients awoke with medical treatment in the morning from what she'd heard and read. After all, Yukari didn't have any pressing reasons for the night to last; it wasn't nearly as fun as last night.

It was a good thing ninja couldn't read minds. Sheena would probably have gone crazy early into the Journey of Regeneration is she could. Hopefully, nothing would ever happen to her here that would sudden grant her such an ability. Surely, the youkai's thoughts would drive her insane fairly quick.

Moving her hands across the boy's chest, her brow furrowed, she shook her head. "I don't feel anything that would indicate internal injuries, but I'm just ninja. His breathing isn't labored, so I think he'll be okay to carry."

The boy didn't look too heavy, so Sheena figured she'd probably be able to carry him. Normally, this wouldn't be an issue, but with her exsphere dormant, she lacked the boosted strength. Still, she moved around the boy, trying to decide which method of carrying him would be best. She pulled him into a sitting position.

"I need you to hold him like this so I can get the right leverage," she stated, not even considering having Yukari help with more than that.

Yukari wasn't exactly a medic herself, so she took Sheena's word on it about the boy's injuries. If only she had her powers; sensing - and manipulating - the border of life and death would be a cinch.

"You've got him?" she asked, crouching down and taking hold of the boy to keep him propped up. Not that she was eager to help carry him, nor did she feel any particular guilt making Sheena do the work, but it did serve to remind her of her powerlessness.

With Yukari keeping the boy in place, Sheena moved around to the side she needed to be on. Crouching down, she pulled him forward, getting the bulk of his eight on her shoulders before picking him up. The strain was clear on her face, he was heavier than she'd originally thought, but once she managed to get fully to her feet, she adjusted her hold so she had an arm hooked around a leg and the other on an arm with the vast majority of the weight spread across her shoulders.

"Okay... okay... I'm... I'm good to go." Being unconscious must add about thirty pounds onto a person.

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