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"Nope, not dead!" he laughed at her a little, glad she was so happy.

He noticed the blood dripping from her arms and his smiled faded a little. The cuts didn't seem deep enough for stitches, or at least he hoped. He pulled some gauze from his pocket, which he had snatched from the infirmary some time ago. He opened the small sterile packet, "Here...let me,"

He gently rolled her sleeve up so he could get to the cuts, "I think you should be doing this, miss nurse," he laughed a bit again but took her hand, lifting her arm so he could dab at the blood.

When Michiyo winced from the cuts on her face, he took a clean corner of the gauze and held it up, pausing, "Can I...?"

When Kiah ran up he dropped his hand, looking up at her, "Yeah, we're alright...Michiyo has some minor cuts, that's all."

Erin got up on his feet too, sighing a little as Michiyo headed for the infirmary. He wanted to follow her- not because he needed his burn attended to, but for another reason-, but he looked at the concern on Kiah's face and knew he should help. He watched Michiyo leave for a moment before turning to Kiah again.

"Do you want me to go look for her...?"

"Well, it's good that you're doing alright... I just wish Chaoe would have stayed so the nurses could see to her..." Kiah bit her lip a bit, hoping Chaoe wasn't too injured. "Michiyo, wait up!" She called out, not wanting the girl to go alone.

"No that's fine." She smiled at Erin, knowing he wanted to go with Michiyo. "We'll have it covered from here."

Sending some of the nurses away to find Chaoe, Kiah had the rest lead Michiyo (and Erin if need be, but he seemed fine... ) to the infirmary, heading back to Komui's office.

(( I've got to go for awhile. I promise Kiah'll be in one piece when I come back. : P ))

(( Byeee Kiaaah <33 c: ))

After a while the nurses came back, each one gripping a struggling Chaoe.

Chaoe screamed and tried to get out of their grip.
"I TOLD YOU I'M FINE! I DON'T NEED TO BE LOOKED AT DAMNIT!"
She went as far as to bite one of the nurses, growling into the flesh.
The nurse yelped and let go, giving her enough room to pull out of the other nurses grips.
She scrambled away, scowling but a look of sadness flashed in her eyes.
She didn't want to be in the infirmery, she would only take space from the ones who really needed it.
What she needed to do was find akuma and kill them, why didn't the nurses understand that.

(This thinking style is the North American branches fault. emotion_0A0 )

She looked at him for a few seconds, before shaking her head to clear it and for what he was asking to make sense. "Yeah, of course," she replied, smiling back and leading the way to where a couple of chairs stood by a table unoccupied. "Sit," she told him, taking the other chair and laying out the supplies. She tried not to grimace at the sight of the burned skin, but also knew that burns always looked worse than they were. After applying a cooling ointment, she took some of the bandages and slowly and meticulously began to roll them round his burned arm. "Well, I guess we won't need that sparring session now," she joked, keeping her eyes and attention on the bandaging.

She had to resist the urge to scoff or shake her head at his praise. She had managed not to die, which was the least she could have hoped for. Neither did someone else die. Already the little voice at the back of her head was bothering her with whispers about what went wrong or could have gone wrong, or that will most likely go wrong the next time. Instead, she ignored it, looking up to meet his eyes, "Thanks," she said, smiling softly, then, feeling a tingling under her cheeks that had little to do with the cuts there and more with the blush slowly creeping across, continued jokingly, the smile stretching to a grin, "I do have some pointers for your performance though. There is definitely room for improvement."

She paled slightly, as it had been more of an off-hand comment than actually funded, but quickly wracked her brain only to realize that she had been paying little attention to anything but her own advisary. "Well," she started, still thinking, "There was that landing after you kicked the head... Not a ten-pointer, that one." It was really all she remembered, but thankfully she had finished up the bandage with a small bow, "There, all done." She stood up, moving slowly, "The nurses recommended I get some sleep, and considering how bruised I feel now, I think that is excellent advise."

She paused, the thought of entering the hallway again, where another sneak attack could happen at any time frightened her. Still she was a bit hesitant to ask - it felt a bit odd, despite his admission yesterday that they were friends - but her peace of mind was worth some oddness. "Would you... mind walking me to my room? Who knows what might crash through a wall on my way there... I'd like to have some back-up."