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 Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 8:33 pm
He turned to the lift, finding the door that he needed. He started toward that.
"yeah Ink, really its all good, don't go worryin' about it alright? I've dealt with thi-"
He didn't make it halways down the hall before his head started spinning again, and he was suddenly leaning against the wall, stopping all progress forward.
Oh great.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 9:06 pm
"Oh- Um-" The girl reached out her hand when Jerome stopped and leaned against the wall. "Um, um... I-I don't think you're okay..." She looked back nervously at her Beldum and the Gengar that was following them. What was she supposed to do? Probably get him someplace where falling down wouldn't hurt him. Izumi took a deep breath and stepped closer, putting her metal hand on his shoulder hesitantly. "Y-you should sit down... H-here..." She motioned back towards her living room with her head.
Wheatley looked unpleased at the situation; Not only that the man was likely going to leak everywhere and dirty the place up, but also because his human seemed much more upset than normal, and that was likely the man's fault as well. Filthy humans... Dirtying up their place.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 9:45 pm
As he was trying to let this wave of stiff pain pass so he could get moving again, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
This caused him to lift his head, glancing over quickly at the women that was now indicating that he sit down.
... that might not be a bad idea right now. wordlessly he sighed through his nose, and as she indicated he headed toward the living room.
"I'm ganna need to stop the bleeding, if you have any clothes you don't mind me messin' up... and do ya have anything bigger than bandaids?"
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 10:17 pm
"A-alright, c-can you make it to the couch? I'll go get... things..." Of course she had something bigger than a bandaid, she worked in a machine shop with a lot of dangerous equipment. Izumi was lucky she hadn't lost more than her arm, even though that hadn't been a shop accident; She had cut herself pretty good a few times, though. It wasn't the fact that he was bleeding that freaked her out, it was the fact that he just walked in and started bleeding out of nowhere while talking to her when nothing was happening.
She didn't remember to wait to see if Jerome could actually get to the front room before she hurried off to find her first aid kit.
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 11:40 pm
Jerome didn't exactly make it to the couch while she was gone. but he did make it to the floor next to it.
He knew he had to get his shirt off, but while he said there, back against the side of the couch, with his head leaned back against the arm rest, one leg out while the other was bent, knee in the air.
He took slow, long breaths, letting some of the pain pass as he sat motionless. Eyes opening only when Bro' drifted down next to him giving his human a slight frown, and a shake of his head.
"Yeah well, you were going crazy to."
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 11:57 pm
Ink came back a few minutes later with a toolbox sized white case with a red cross painted on the top, and a few towels. "O-oh. Um. L-lets get you onto the couch..." She put the first-aid kit down and stared at Jerome, wondering how exactly she was going to get him from the floor onto the couch. Izumi made a few awkward movements indicating maybe she was going to try to lift him from one position or the other, afraid to touch him for fear he might just spontaneously start gushing blood everywhere or suddenly break. Finally, the blue-haired mechanic took a deep breath and knelt down, putting her hands under the gangster's arms. "O-one two three?"
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 12:11 am
An eye opened slightly when she came back in, watching her quietly as she came over. glancing to the toolkit first aid that she brought with her.
It wasn't until she started to move around in a way that indicated she was trying to figure out how to help him up.
Hid black eyes opened wider as he simply could just sit and stare at her.
He knew this was probably not very funny for her, she seemed pretty stressed out, but... he couldn't help it.
When she took his arm Jerome let out a deep laugh, that continued for a good five seconds. He tried to stop it sooner since laughing did hurt, a lot.
"Ink, its alright, I can sit here for a bit, I just need to catch my breath. Thanks though."
She was something else.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 12:24 am
"O-oh... um... o-okay." It was more awkward that she'd tried to help him up and he'd refused. "Um. I-I brought the first aid box.. I-I took a class, um, since power tools are... sort of hazardous..." She flustered around her words as she opened the box and pulled out a bottle of alcohol, gauze, bandages, and tiny scissors.
Izumi wasn't really sure what to do next. She knew what to do with the first aid things, but... This was so uncomfortable... She never took the first aid class thinking she'd have to do first aid on someone other than herself.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 12:34 am
Jerome reached a hand out for the scissors. still grinning a little.
She still didn't look at all comfortable with this situation... yet she was still helping him out.
"Got a question for ya Ink."
While he waited he started to take his hoodie off, the outer layer clothing was at least mostly spared of blood. He would need that later.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 12:40 am
"Y-yeah?" Izumi really hoped he wouldn't ask a question like he did on the night she first met him. Maybe this whole thing would be less uncomfortable if she imagined he was one of the practice dummies from class... Yes. Or maybe if she imagined he was a robot and she was fixing him up. Even better. She could do this. The girl fidgeted with a wet washcloth in her non-robotic hand, waiting for the robot-Skeleton-Man-practice-dummy to take his shell off.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 1:20 am
He didn't want to put to much of a strain on his chest. So once his Hoodie was off, Jerome used the scissors, placing the blades at the neck of his shirt, and tearing downward, ripping the bloody cloth off of his chest.
He grunted in discomfort when he did this.
"Why you doin' this for me? Helpin' me?"
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 1:47 am
That certainly wasn't as awkward a question as last time. "Y-you're kind of nice... I-I couldn't just... turn you away when you need help... t-that wouldn't be right..." Izumi said quietly while she concentrated on pretending Jerome was a robot; She took the wet washcloth and started wiping what blood she could from Jerome's chest and around his re-opened wound. "I-I'm sorry..." She apologized for the entire situation.
"Um..." Something to talk about to make things less awkward, what were some things that could make cleaning blood off of a man's torso less awkward? The weather? Certainly not how he got hurt... though she was curious. "D-do you live around here?"
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 2:07 am
Once the fabric was carefully peeled away from his ribs, where the healing would of the bullet was, freshly broken and bleeding Jerome looked up at her as she talked.
An answer he didn't normally hear... let alone to him, from some girl he barely met during a dance at a night Club.
This caused him to blink a little, glancing down as she reached over to clean off the blood from his chest.
... A girl was actually making physical contact with him... kinda.
Putting that quickly to the back of his mind, clearing this throat and chuckling in good humor over it.
"Kinda nice huh? ya don't get many people sayin' things like that around here." Still he grinned,
She really was something else. always something surprising.
"Uh, I used to, just stoppin' by the old place. wasn't to far from here."
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 2:39 am
"Oh, r-really? I always thought people around here were pretty friendly..." It was probably because she was sort of dense and oblivious sometimes. Izumi put down the now red-wash cloth and picked up a towel and the bottle of alcohol. "You moved out of the city? Um... T-this is going to hurt... I'm sorry..."
She held the towel so that anything running down wouldn't run all the way down to the carpet, or Jerome's pants, and then, shortly afterward, poured some of the alcohol over the wound. Izumi flinched as she poured, anticipating flailing, yelling, or some other reaction.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 2:51 am
But no, no reaction, Jerome just sat, quietly, and still, watching what she was doing casually.
He felt it, and it stung a little, but being someone who was used to getting Tattoo's all over his body, and just being shot, that felt pretty... clean.
He looked at her instead as she talked about this aria. This place wasn't to bad, but it was close to where most of the gangs paroled. It was good that she's had good expiriances so far.
.... But if they got wind on what kind of stuff she has here, that might not last.
"Ya could say that, its hard to stay away though. I grew up here."
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