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"If you were my kid, I'd have half a mind to ground you to your room until you were thirty for the amount of s**t you get yourself into." Hitogawa gave her patient a stern glare.
This was usually the part where the nineteen-year-old would cop an attitude and sass back at the older woman, but she strangely took it without a fuss. Or maybe the young lady was too busy moping that she didn't even hear the nurse's start of what no-doubt would be a lecture. Just in case it was the last one, the old nurse gave a small yank to the surgical suture that she was in the midst of threading through open body tissue. She was satisfied when she received a resounding "ow!" from her patient.
Kyandii shot the nurse a dirty look, fingers twitching to relieve the nurse of the duty she was doing quite horribly in the patient's opinion. "You don't have to be so rough! Especially when you won't even give me any analgesic!"
"If you don't want to deal with the consequences of your little escapades into that forsaken city, then don't go at all. You're going to deal with the damn pain and stop whining about it." The look directed back at her was just as dirty and the two held those looks stubbornly until Kyandii abruptly turned away and went back to staring out the window of one of the many ER rooms in the Tokyo Hospital.
The sky outside was dark. It was late. Probably past 2am if the third year had to guess. Hitogawa's shifts varied, but she at least had a faint idea of the old nurses schedule. Kyandii had waited in the waiting room for quite awhile, and low and behold--- it had been Chiyo Hitogawa that would call her back, looking very much disappointed in her as she always did. The old head nurse didn't even work the ER floor. Her reputation in the hospital apparently proceeded her if Hitogawa was immediately beeped to deal with her when she stepped one foot into the hospital.
Jack really hadn't given her a choice in the matter though.
Of course her anxiety over the afternoon events had been the impending reason she had gone straight to ABR. And of course, she didn't come out unscathed. She rarely ever did. The extent of her injuries hadn't been great enough to(in her opinion) warrant in bringing her into the hospital, but Jack had been adamant and insisted that she would at least get better pain reliever there. Yeah, so much for that. Stupid convincing bodyguard. Insufferable but sometimes helpful nurse...
"Care to enlighten me on the root of your stupidity this time?" The laceration on her upper right arm was swiftly bandaged before the nurse urged the fighter to turn her head so she could start the stitching process of the cut on her lower left-side of her jaw. Along with the laceration Hitogawa had just stitched up, there was nasty bruising that stretched along a good third of her arm and shoulder around the cut. Not broken, but looked painful enough that she probably wouldn't use it for a few days. Thankfully the uniform had long sleeves, along with a majority of her wardrobe. The cut to her jaw was minor and would likely heal quickly, along with some much smaller bruising elsewhere on the girl.
"There's nothing to say." Truthfully, Kyandii wasn't sure she even wanted to think back to the situation at the host club. Thinking about it only caused her anxiety, the barriers of solitude threatening to reconstruct at a quicker rate then they had slowly been brought down. "It's not a big deal." It was just a misunderstanding; how the hell was she supposed to have known she couldn't bring her sword along? She had brought it to the club before without a problem and it seemed pointless to buy something fake when the real thing was available to her. It wasn't like she had even drawn it fully from it's sheath either. She had fully expected some back-talking, threats in return, and maybe some bargaining after that moment; that's what pirates did, didn't they? Because really? Kyandii wasn't stupid enough to think they'd actually support fighting in the little events, no matter how realistic things were. But she flicks her sword with her thumb the tiniest of bit, not even in stance at that, and everything flies off the handle and she ends up with a series of guns pointed at her.
The thought immediately sent a cold shiver down her back as she pulled her knee up in some odd form of self-comfort. It wasn't the first time someone had aimed a gun at her, and while it did enough to raise her anxiety through the roof, she was much more bothered by the fact it went that far. Was she that much of a threat? "How could they think..." Where was the trust? "How could they seriously think I would hurt them?" Her voice choked, betraying just how hurt the girl felt about the situation. There was none. They didn't trust her. For someone who had had trust issues for most of her life and wanted nothing more then be able to fully trust in and be trusted by people--- it was a painful revelation. If there was any amount of trust... it was making a fast withdraw now.
She suddenly wanted nothing more then to see the only two that greeted her with nothing but cheerful smiles and laughter without fail. To make her happy.
Hitogawa might have been just as startled by the sight of a tear rolling down her patient's face... as the one they were coming from. It was such an odd sight to see the DeLuna girl cry that even the strong-willed nurse wasn't sure what to do or say. So even Kyandiice DeLuna had moments of insecurity, so human.
Funny, cause all the third year felt like at the moment was a monster.
"I want you to take the next few days off. I mean it. Sit at home, read, play video games, plan world domination, I don't care... but rest." Once she had finished taping the bandage over the stitching of the jaw-wound, the head nurse ripped a pre-written sheet from a prescription pad and handed it to her patient--- the analgesic the girl had been complaining about earlier. Kyandii said nothing more as she took it, ran her sleeved arm across her eyes with a scoff, and exited the room, leaving the nurse to stare at the door for a few extra moments before sighing, gathering her things, and proceeding to her actual station.
"Even weeds die if they're stepped on enough."
Kyanselas · Wed Jun 04, 2014 @ 08:13pm · 0 Comments |
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