At home, Jun lead Daisuke into the bathroom and not too gently. His left knee bled heavily and the ten-year-old did not want to have to explain to her mother why there was a trail of blood in her apartment.
"Oh, will you hush up already, you big baby!" she creied more than a little annoyed. The way the kid went on, someone would think he was dying!
"I dying! Nee-chan I'm dying!"
"You are not dying, sheesh! Now sit down." Jun pushed Daisuke on to the toilet then went to find the first aid kit in her parent's room. The big brat. How did hemanage to hurt himself in the sandbox? Jun took her eyes off of him for ten measley seconds and he goes and slices his knee open, and not one of the other kids knew how he did it. Then there was the crying. Daisuke's cries were just as loud and piercing as all those years ago when he was first born.
"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" When Daisuke only continued to scream and cry, Jun sighed and softened her voice. "I promise you aren't dying, Daisuke-chan." It seemed to calm him down a bit.
"You mean it?" asked the kid, hiccupping.
"Have I ever broken a promise before?" she asked, soaking a towel in cold water.
"Yes." Was the blunt answer. Jun paused. Well, that was true, she'd broken another one of her so-called promises just this morning. That was beside the point.
"Well I mean it this time," Jun set to cleaning the blood and sand from Daisuke's leg. "It's an important promise, so I won't break it." When Daisuke's knee was clean, she discovered that the cut was not as bad as the blood – or Daisuke – had made it seem. Daisuke's crying quickly reduced to whimpers and sniffles. Jun placed a pair of band-aids over the wound, and in a random fit of kindness, kissed it for good measure.
"There," she told him. "All better."
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