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Passing by, he hardly expected to see the now transferred ex-moon trainee. She was asleep at the table, and from the looks of it, dead to the world. A quick check to her face made him smile. No face drawing today at least. A small shake at her shoulder he figured it would be best to wake her and at least get her in a place where they wouldn't draw on her face.

"Ami, wake up. Ami." It was a gentle voice, much softer than his usual tone.

She was out of it, and he was betting she was not a morning person from the sluggish reaction. "Hi Ami." Pulling himself a chair, the moon hunter sat himself beside her smiling lightly. She had fallen asleep in the labs, and he wasn't about to just leave her there. Woken up or not, he wouldn't see her sleeping unless it was in her own bed.

"I've been busy, but no. I was actually headed over to return some unused bandages and talk to one of the moons stationed here." Slouching he motioned to the table. "But saw you passed at at your work. You're pretty lucky, if a life hunter had found you I'm sure you would have gotten a lovely temporary tattoo." There was even a pen on the desk.

A small pop of his shoulder, and he asked. "You been doing okay? Aside from sleeping on the job that is." It was a lighthearted teasing, his smile just a bit wider.

He'd been smiling and fine, ready to tease her about work ethic and work idiocy when he caught the slip.Smile turned into a scowl as his hand snapped out, tugging her arm to him firmly yet gently, pulling up her sleeve with a slow caution. A scars were painful things, and with a hunter's healing it was possible that it had been recent and was still tender. "Ami." There was that tone she'd distinctly know as the one he'd used after the mission, chiding, yet worried.

Sighing he kept the sleeve rolled up as he examined the healed wound. "It was done by something with a rough edge, not a weapon. It's too jagged to have been a clean cut, and it looks like towards the end one of you disengaged." His eyes flicked up to her face before he went on. "From the length, you're lucky it didn't hit any major veins or arteries. It also wasn't too deep of a wound as you're not in visible pain. Flex you fingers for me and make a fist."

Keeping his hand over part of her wrist and the other and her elbow he kept on. "Move your hand a bit and tell me if anything feels strained or difficult."

Younger he might have been but it didn't give her an excuse to him. Eyes didn't miss the twitch in her arm, the small tug of muscle and the tail end of her face showing the hint of pain. "Liar." He'd call her out on it. Letting her arm go he rubbed his head. "You get a gash, one that's gotten deep enough that it's damaged muscle in at least one location, and from the scar, you never went in to get it properly treated. God damn it Ami." Getting up, he went over to the small 'emergency' medical cabinet in the lab, unhooking the box before setting on the table and beginning the task of looking for a heat pad.

"I get not wanting to be a burden, but avoiding medical treatment can have worse consequences than a scar. You might have just ******** up the muscle. With how fast we heal, if we don't do it right, we can end up ******** ourselves over." The heat pack found he pulled it out. Cracking it he walked back, sitting down with a wrap he'd grabbed as well. "Hold out your arm, if you plan on sleeping, least we can do for now, is try to encourage your body to naturally heal it in the proper fashion. If the pain last longer... you'll need to get it looked at by someone with more medical training than me. All I can do is this rough work."

The arm wrapped his anger washed away, concern filling him. "Care to tell me what happened that made a ghost able to do this type of damage?"

He looked at her with a blank expression. "This wasn't a lucky shot Ami." It was a killer's cut, aimed to disable or rend something more vital. "This was something that got past your defenses. You might have transferred, but you were still good at defending. Someone with that level of competence doesn't get cut up like this and then ignore it." Huffing he leaned back in his chair, arms crossing. "Do I have to dig up the mission report, or would it be a safe bet you omit certain details?"

Huffing and puffing and fussing or not, he looked more worried than anything. "Ignoring something that bad... it's not like you. I may not know you well, but nothing you've ever shown me would make me think you'd ignore your own well being when it comes to something that bad."

"Adam." He raised an eyebrow before she explained, a bit of awareness seeping in. "...." She began to fidget and reach out, grabbing her hand to give it a light squeeze. "Would it be a safe guess to say it had to do with... our ability?" He'd not suffered overly so, but others had. He also wouldn't call what they could do a gift, and calling it a curse was.. abrasive at best.

"I mean, you don't have to talk to me Ami, but bottling things up... It makes it worse. If it's bad enough that it unfazed you so a ghost managed to cause that-" he eyes flicked to the scar, "-then it becomes worrisome. And yes. Junpei is right. You do need sleep. Not in the labs however."

"Amalie Raine you walk away and I can assure you that next time something happens it's won't be me pressing for questions as to why." It was a thinly veiled threat, if true. Next time she might not be so lucky, next time someone else might get hurt, and if that happened it would be someone else asking and it would probably not be as pretty or 'kindly' worded.

His voice was even as he moved to the door, shutting it. "I am trying to help you Ami, but if you refuse help, refuse advice, all you're going to do it make matters worse. You don't have to tell me everything, you've told me enough, but for ******** sake." He leaned on the door. "If you won't talk to someone, write it out. Get a recorder and use that. But don't bottle it up. The last thing I need is to see your name on the list of patients here." He rubbed his head again. "Why do you want to just... Why hide it?"