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 Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 2:27 pm
"Hopefully not." Zeke certainly didn't want to be sitting there all damn day sewing the blonde up, that was for sure. "So long as you keep still." And he'd feel it now, the the first tug of numb skin as the thick suture thread was pulled through it. The Mist worked quick, closing up the first wound in just over two minutes, but there were two more on his back alone, let alone on his arm and chest. He started the second wordlessly with the initial p***k of the needle, numbing again.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 7:05 pm
Otto had assumed it was just the one wound on his back. But then another one was being sewn. And another. "Jesus ********' Christ." Otto huffed. "How many more you gotta do?" It was obvious Otto was becoming distressed by how much he needed to be sewn up.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 7:55 pm
After the third was tied off and redressed Zeke was rolling himself back around to Otto's side. he pointed wordlessly at one of the bandages on his arm -- instead of the neat tape job the majority had, this one had tape only on two corners to hold it in place. It gave away that here was a spot that needed a few stitches -- and peeled it off before reaching for the needle again. Only after it was numb, and he had started to work on the sutures themselves, did he answer. "You had three on your back, 5-7 stitches for each. One on this arm, and two on your chest. Really, if you healed normally, it'd be more, but I trust your weapon an handle a few cuts."
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 8:25 pm
"Right.." Tenya was likely already well into fixing him up. It was mind blowing how quickly a weapon bond could fix a hunter's body up. They really were super heroes. Still, some wounds left scars, no matter how quick they healed. More imperfections would be left on his body. Maybe one day, he'd look like a deformed monster. He grimaced at the thought. It was all so depressing. So disturbing and unsettling. He gave another low sigh, his posture seeming to sink.
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2014 12:55 pm
Unless Otto felt like chit chatting -- and it didn't like like he did -- Zeke finished the last of the stitches quickly, dressed them all, and gave the Sun a firm pat on the shoulder as he got back to his feet and started cleaning up the mess of gauze and empty suture packaging that littered his small cart. "Well, that'll do it." He was half tempted to offer the guy a lollipop, but if the infirmary had any, he didn't know where. "Those can come out in three days. You can come back and have someone do it, or do it yourself, I don't care. Just don't cut yourself open again if you choose do do it yourself."
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2014 3:49 pm
"Ew..." He hated the idea of taking out his own stitches. That sounded morbid and disturbing. He recalled getting them out once before, and how eerie the sensation was. It tickled, but not in the fun way. He'd likely return, and get whomever was on duty to do it. Otto stood up, lamenting the fact he'd have to walk to his room shirtless and cut up. "Thanks." He murmured, "And look out for a crazy horsemen who 'wants to play a game'."
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2014 3:56 pm
"Yep." Zeke didn't look up at the gratitude. As far as he was concerned he was just doing his job anyways, and not one he particularly relished, no matter how apt he was at it. That bit of advice though, that he'd look up for, regarding Otto as he walked away. Horsemen were something he had planned on avoiding regardless, but the idea of them playing with their victims was worth remembering. He'd been serious when he'd said he didn't want to be at the tender mercies of a horsemen, he'd have likely preferred death to torture.
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