Bare feet moved silently over the floor, padding toward the bed where the bluenette slept. He looked like hell, and wouldn't be at a hundred percent for a while, but he would survive just fine. She perched on the edge of the bed, observing the male for a long moment. The medic had him drugged up nicely, a necessity to ensure the idiot actually slept and stayed in the bed long enough to heal properly. Gods help him if he aggravated his wounds with his stubbornness, she'd probably beat him herself.
She observed his wounds idly, sighing wearily as she started the arduous task of unwinding bandages from his limp form. The limbs were easy enough, but getting his torso unwrapped was not a task to relish. She let the wounds breathe for a moment as she set about tossing the soiled bandages and gathering the supplies she would need.
She started from the ground up, mechanically checking for signs of infection or inflammation as she made her way up his body. Things were coming along nicely, though she knew he would be complaining again when he awoke. 'Pain in the ass...' She cleaned out the deeper wounds, careful not to cause further injury but less than concerned about gentleness. He was dead to the world, there wasn't much point in being gentle, though even if he was awake she probably wouldn't be very "gentle". Shi wasn't much known for her bedside manner.
The process was a slow one. Clean the wound, check closely for any signs of infection setting in, apply healing salves, and finally re-wrap the bandage before moving on to the next. Fortunately for Shi it wasn't terribly taxing, though it offered an appropriate level of distraction. If that distraction wasn't centered around prodding the unconscious male's half-dressed body it would be even better, but beggars can't be choosers. 'This could be worse. I'm not sure how, but I'm sure it could be…'
Dark eyes scanned his mangled flesh as she fetched the next bandage, taking in the scars he bore, signs of past battles fought and won. These wounds would go nicely with the rest of his collection when all was said and done. "An ill-tempered dog has a scarred nose…" Her mouth quirked upward faintly. He certainly fit that bill. Her hands worked mechanically to wrap the cloth, fingertips grazing warm flesh as she smoothed the cloth with every pass. It was almost amusing, having him at her mercy this way. Amusing, but also disturbing. Namame Kashii did not tolerate being at anyone's mercy. He was going to be hating life for a while.
She lifted his hand into her lap, observing the callused digits idly as she applied the salve and wrapped the bandage. They weren't very large, his hands, but they were capable of quite a bit of damage. But they were capable of other things, she knew. 'Will mine ever be capable of more than destruction?' She doubted it.
Shi sighed softly, working her way up his arms. They were a mess, more wound than not in some places, but realistically they weren't too bad. He'd had worse wounds, these at least were mostly on the surface. "You really know how to put yourself through the ringer..." She hummed to herself, winding the bandages up slowly but surely. Once one arm was wrapped she moved on to the next, her head shaking. He really was fortunate that scars were considered to be attractive and honorable within their profession. Only a coward has no scars, after all. Still, he wouldn't be looking very pretty for a while. Not that she would say he was ever pretty, or any other related term. His ego certainly didn't need that kind of fuel.
Even with his limbs wrapped the work was only half done, and she sighed, contemplating how to clean and salve the wounds on his torso. Essentially she needed to coat all of him, and without making a mess of the sheets, since she certainly wasn't putting those in the wash in the middle of the night. She sighed and went about checking for infection first, pushing him onto his side in order to check his back as well. Once she had the all clear she wrapped an arm under him, lifting him slowly into a sitting position, or as close as she could get with dead weight. She adjusted her position to be beside him, one bent leg helping support his back as she spread the ointments across the wounded flesh of his chest and abdomen, her cheeks warming faintly at the vaguely intimate position. He was very lucky he was asleep.
She leaned him against herself as she spread the salve over his back, careful not to be too liberal with it and doing her best to ignore the closeness. Bandaging him was a bit awkward, had he been any larger she'd probably have had a much more difficult time pulling it off, but she managed. Things never were easy, were they? Easing him back onto the pillows she pulled his hair out of the way, sighing softly and adjusting the pillows to make him a bit more comfortable. As comfortable as you can be wrapped up like some overstuffed sushi roll.
She brushed his hair away from his face, carefully applying salve to the wounds there. She was careful when taping the gauze pads down, not wanting the tape to come loose when he moved his face or talked, since he inevitably would, at great length and most likely volume. She was careful not to get any of his hair caught as she smoothed out the tape beneath the pads of her thumbs. She sat back, observing her handiwork. He was definitely more bandage than skin. "You're a mess, Namame..." She sighed softly, brushing his hair from his forehead as she leaned forward, her lips brushing the skin. "But we are grateful to have you."
"Thank you."
It was so quiet she could have been imagining it, but she doubted she was that lucky. Her cheeks were pink when she pulled back, her gaze directed anywhere but at his face. Funny, how something innocent could suddenly feel filthy when you were caught doing it. "Try not to make a habit out of nearly getting yourself killed." She distracted herself with putting the medical supplies away, praying desperately that he wasn't awake because he needed help to the bathroom. A girl has limits.
"'m pretty grateful to have you too."
She glanced his way, relieved to find his eyes already closing. If she was lucky, he wouldn't even remember the confrontation in the morning. She pulled the blankets up around his shoulders to keep him warm, brushing her hair out of the way as she straightened.
"Peaceful dreams, Kashii…"
She turned, padding quietly towards the door. Saiko had finally settled and Kashii's wounds were cared for, hopefully both would be peaceful for what little remained of the night.
Mostly written by KatSin. I did like. One line. :D "Thank you." awwww yiiiissssss. All characters except Shi belong to me.
