A!N (Suki): This...well, it speaks for itself really D: To date in this Rp, this part has to be the...bloodiest so far. Though I will have to say, it's pretty realistic. I mean, we all know how Russia is, and with Suki in there, violence is bound to ensue at some point or another. But that simply means for plot development and character struggle. Can't say I feel worse for one or for the other of these two poor souls D:
One thing I do wonder; what's Alfred going to think once she finally get's home?...That is, if she ever is able to return home. (Just a tidbit you could ponder on, though as the master Rper for Suki, I however already know XD)
Warning: There is a good amount of violence and blood in this chapter. Please don't read if it sickens or offends you.
Remember, reviews/suggestions are love!
Chapter 4: Home. Sweet, Bloody Home.
(Домой. Сладкий, Кровавая Главная.)
"Кол кол кол," Russia chanted, grabbing her left bicep and forcefully shaking the woman. It was 21:39, only a few hours since they had fallen asleep, and Russia had woken up violently just minutes ago. He had raced to Suki's room, taking only the time to secure his cherished scarf around his neck before rushing to her. His breath came short and his eyes were red and puffy as if he had been crying. "Сукй, wake up. Now. It's important."
Having a blissful, shadowless sleep, the girl was awakened quickly and violently. She groaned and tried to turn on her side at first to escape the shaking, but the crashing pain of her splinted leg argued for that. Giving out another groan, that time in pain, the girl started to slowly open her eyes. They drifted towards the man next to her when consciousness allowed. She heard his voice, seeming frighteningly shaken for some odd reason. Suki was confused.
"Россия, what's wrong?" the girl mumbled, coherent sentences starting to come to her as she grew more and more awake. "You...you look like you've been crying..." it was a simple observation, but for some strange reason it really frightened her. Had he come to take out his fears of his past memories out on her again? The thought made her shiver, but she kept her eyes as strong as possible.
"Н-Нет, of course not," He began, a lie, but then shook his head, that wasn't important right now. "That's not the matter, Сукй." Taking her hand with both of his he asked," Вы заботитесь обо мне?" With frustration, he muttered," О, американский..." Taking a deep breath Russia tried again," Do you care about me?" His grip on her hand was becoming exponentially more intense, her hand starting to make small grinding sounds under the stress. He began his mantra again, rejecting the dream he had waken from that was trying to pry itself back into his mind.
That was definitely NOT what the woman was expecting to hear from him. Suki was more prepared to hear anything along the lines of some sort of memory or story, or possibly something about the howling blizzard outside, but his question severely caught her off guard. It took her brain a few seconds to comprehend what he was asking, not even getting to her response. But, how was she supposed to even respond? Did she care? Why would he even want to know that?
What was even stranger than his question, was that she didn't immediately respond with a denial. "I...I do care Россия," her voice mumbled, unfiltered by her mind before she could really stop it. After the words left her mouth, the girl almost stopped breathing. Was that how she really felt? Surely that couldn't be true. Her broken bones would protest to such an affectionate emotion towards him. But yet...she couldn't deny her words. She was silent after she spoke, making no attempt to change her response, oddly starting to agree to it.
His breathing evened out a bit as he sighed, "O xорошо." Russia smiled sweetly, resting his head next to her hand that was still being crushed. He started in Russian, but quickly switched over to English and explained," I had a terrible dream, you left me to be alone and by myself because you didn't care. I knew Сукй was different though. She cared." In a whisper, he added," The only one who does."
"Hmm, but even she didn't, Зима would keep her with me, да?" He mumbled mostly to himself with glee. "And she can't run far. Сукй must stay with me for so long. This is such good news... Спасибо Сукй, спасибо вам за заботу..."
"Y-you're welcome Россия..." She whispered, wincing slightly at his amazingly strong grasp on her hand. Such an odd man he was, Suki had to admit many times over. Though his words and phrases were frightening and almost drawing on the point of obsessive and creepy, the young woman couldn't help but feel sympathy for the man. She stared into his eyes, those deep purple orbs that held so much sadness and fright, layered over again and again after many years of obvious torment. And to think that he'd be so rattled by a nightmare of her leaving (as much as she still wanted to in the back of her head), was very, very...sweet? Was that the word she was searching for? Oh well, he at least meant -mostly- well.
"TH-though you can let go of my hand a tad bit, I'm not going to run away," She tried to laugh lightly, feeling her hand start to grow incredibly numb in his amazingly strong grip. It was so incredibly strange, but Suki found the man's reaction to it all endearing, and almost cute, well, after you got past all the bone-breaking, pain-inducing, nightmare-fueling rage he could unleash upon her without so much as a drop of a dime's worth of provocation.
"Да," Russia agreed abstractedly, letting go of her hand and abandoning his spot beside the bed. "I need no more of your time." He had gotten the answer he was looking for. Stopping at the doorway and hesitantly looking back, he said," Сукй should get sleep, да? Nighttime should be spent resting or enjoying oneself with friends, and you clearly don't enjoy the latter. Being up so late... If you need assistance, I could lend help. I have many tools to do so." He gave a disturbing smile and waited for a moment regarding her answer. Not actually leaving her time to respond, he left, blushing as he murmured," ... Спокойной ночи Сукй."
She watched as the man again rush out of the room, giving her absolutely no time to protest to his assumption about friends (though it made her confused; why should she even care what he thought of her? It was beginning to get weird in her head). Finding nothing else to respond with, she simply called out, "Goodnight Россия, please sleep well," in a small, almost pained voice as her leg started to throb again. Then she sighed, unsure if he had heard her in the first place, then allowed her body to lay back down again as the girl once again tried to let her consciousness drift off into a foggy dream.
"Сукй," Russia repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "Сукй," He spoke softly once again. The nation glanced over at her clock reading 1:52 in bright red numbers. "C-Сукй, wake up..." He hadn't been in the same frantic rush to get to his guest when he woke up from the recurring dream, but the urgency for her to awaken was definitely still there. With an upset sigh, Russia considered raising his voice, the thing holding him back being that she seemed a little distressed the way he wakened her last time.
"Проснись," He pleaded, then sighed as he realized he would get nowhere this way. Taking hold of his water spigot he'd brought along (he liked having it at hand, it calmed him down), he tapped her broken leg none too gently.
Suki screamed awake when she felt a sudden burst of horrid pain careen up her body, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Her eyes shot open, and she almost immediately sat forward and up, pupils small and constricted from the sudden pain. "Wh-what the hell?" She asked herself from her odd and out bursting awakening, until she took sight of Russia standing close to her. Then suddenly she quieted down, her eyes staring slowly and cautiously at the country, wondering what he wanted now.
"P-Россия..." She whispered, obviously startled as she bit her lip so the pain would at least start to fade. "Wh-what do you need now...?" Her voice only grew more quiet and worried when she noticed the lead spigot he held in his hand, the blood rushing away from her face in silent paling fear.
"You're mine, да? You promised you won't try to leave, да?" Taking her in his arms, he explained," I had the same dream. You left and you didn't care... Кол кол кол кол..." He held her close as he sat on the bed behind her, an arm around her waist and one across her chest and latching on to her shoulder. "Don't worry though... I know that's not true... Сукй won't leave me, she can't leave me," He said joyfully, nuzzling his forehead where her shoulder and neck met. If possible, his grip on her tightened fueled by paranoia that she was indeed trying to leave. Russia uncurled his arm from around her waist, it holding his favorite lead pipe, and raised it to her neck, letting the cold metal rest on her pale skin. "Нет, Сукй said she cared, she won't leave... She'll never leave."
The girl, feeling more and more scared and creeped out by the man's sudden turn-around of emotions, as well as just how close he was getting to her, shivered violently. She whimpered near silently when she felt the icy chill of the metal press against her sensitive skin of her neck, the fear and worry about what was spurring this from the Russian man's head becoming to much to think about. "Y-yeah..." Suki whispered, as if mentally trying to will the man to take away the cold pipe from her neck. "You d-don't have to worry about it Россия sir...I...I won't leave..." She didn't make eye contact, didn't even bother to turn her head as she kept her voice strong and convincing. It was circumstantially very, very true. She wouldn't leave (partly because she literally couldn't), but she at least hoped that the other would soon start to understand that. His quick changes in thought and ranging paranoia of her departure was downright frightening.
"Хорошо, xорошо," Russia mumbled as he rested his head against the headboard, pulling her with him as he leaned back. Dropping the spigot onto her lap, he let his arm resume its position around her waist. Yawning, he tightened his grip like one would with a teddy bear. "Спокойной ночи Сукй," He said for the second time that night, smiling as he relaxed drowsily.
"G-goodnight, Россия..." Suki said with barely hidden unease. Though he was showing now outward anger, distaste, or any otherwise dark emotion, the young woman still felt cautious. Her body fidgeted awkwardly, she unsure if she really could fall asleep, as much as her body really craved for it. It wasn't that she wasn't comfortable. On the contrary; the Russian's big strong arms were soft and almost affectionate as they lay around her waist, like a child with their most prized teddy. All in all, it wasn't the worst place to fall asleep. The only troubles that she had were that of the mental sort. It could have been a little paranoid for her to think that he'd wake up and have some sort of episode while she slept, and the idea of that water spigot being in his arms reach didn't help her thoughts at all. But then again, maybe Suki was just overreacting about it. Well, if she had only just met him a little while ago, the woman would have easily downplayed her fears. But, after getting to know this odd bipolar man, thoughts fears were less and less seemingly unreal. She fidgeted a little more, trying to get comfortable enough to try and fall asleep.
His smile warming, Russia decided now he should be able to sleep just fine. Oblivious to the other's discomfort, Russia slipped to the darkness of dreams, hopefully for the duration of the night- well early morning.
Light shone through the laced draperies, catching Russia's eyes. Groaning lightly, he adjusted so that it didn't, tightening his grasp on Suki as he did so. As a result, the spigot fell to the ground making a clatter, just daring its owner to wake up. Russia groaned again, dragging his guest along as shifted away from the loud, annoying sound. "Громкий, раздражающий звук," he complained under his breath, willing himself to hold on to sleep's clutches.
Suki, who had (finally) been sleeping peacefully, woke up with a startling, but quickly becoming familiar, pain in her leg. She cried out lightly in pain when she was pulled along with Russia's large and powerful body, unable to fight against when the too lay on her side, broken leg in a painful, awkward position.
"Шуша," Russia whispered softly, his eyes having to work harder and harder to stay shut, reaching distractedly for the source of her pain to correct it so he could get some sleep. Wrenching her leg back to where it had been, ignoring to do so with the rest of her body and making it even worse, he mumbled," Why are американцы so loud in the morning...?" He didn't bother to acknowledge she could have easily been louder; just that she had made any noise at all.
Trying to withhold a whimper of further pain careening from her broken leg, Suki twitched, her whole body trying to fight against her restraint to not make a sound as he just complained about. "Hmm..." She whimpered again, absolutely hating how his hand rested on her leg, the simple amount of pressure compiled with the odd angle (which had got only odder to her) making it almost unbearable to handle. Then, with a weak protest, she tried to pull Russia's hand from her leg so she could at least straighten it out more, relieve a little of the horrendous pain.
Frowning at her apparent unwillingness to let him help (even if 'help' was highly arguable) he pushed down harder, grumbling," Сукй should be grateful I'm helping." Finally opening eyes in defeat (Looks like he wouldn't be getting any more sleep after all) he glanced at the woman in his arms. Smiling, he let go of her leg so he could pet her head and cooed," That's all right though, I understand. You're just not used to receiving such kindness." He nuzzled the back of her neck, holding on to her even tighter than before as if she could run and escape.
The woman whimpered again in pain, moving away her hands instinctively when he pressed down harder, hoping that he'd stop. She nearly wanted to gag at the sound of his voice, it lulling into her ears like a sickly sweet murmur. Whether he was simply oblivious to the pain he was causing her, or simply didn't care, was very debatable. With a light, nearly unseen shiver as the man nuzzled her neck, she silently wished that he'd just simply lighten his grip; she was on the verge of almost not being able to breath, his grip rivaling how a little child with clench their arms around a beloved teddy while another child threatened to take it away. It would have been endearing had a little oxygen been able to make it up to Suki's brain so it could process it as such.
"Should we get some breakfast? Well, I get breakfast and bring it back, seeing as Сукй can't walk because of her leg?" Russia partially released Suki to pat her leg for punctuation, but hesitated with a small frown. Laying his hand gently on her lap, and for once not crushing her, he stared pensively at her leg, his chin resting on her shoulder. "I should do a full check on your leg, maker sure all is good, да? It might be bad should your leg heal wrong." He pulled at her skirt, letting the expensive material rise to show a little leg.
Her eyes shooting open like warning lights, the girl quickly pushed back down her skirt, she then trying to pull her body away until she felt herself pulled back by the man. "WH-what are you doing?" She yelped out, whipping her head around, face full of shock and worry when her eyes shot straight at his own, staring at him. "D-don't do that!" Feeling suddenly insecure and almost shamed under the action, whether it was simple innocence or not, Suki gripped her skirt, keeping down to her knees firmly. The pain in her leg protested so many actions, but with a growing feeling of heat in her cheeks, the woman would not let him simply pull up her dress, looking at her leg or not.
"Кол кол кол кол... Сукй rejects my hospitality...?" He asked, the smile adorning his face reaching a new and terrifying level insincerity. "How does Сукй think I wrapped her leg in the first place, hmm?" Pushing her away from him and to the side (very close to actually pushing her off the bed... again) he stood up and loomed over her so his height could be factored in to her response. "Сукй likes Россия, да? Да? Or is she a liar like her country...?"
Suki gulped, her body shivering in fear at the obviously tall man's (working) attempts at intimidation over her. She didn't know what to do, so she settled on not doing anything besides staring up at him in fear. Oh how she must have looked like a scared kitten, all her courage as well as dignity having been completely sucked out of her in the past days. "I...I am n-not a l-liar..." She started in a fearful whimper, shaking hands still clutching onto her skirt. "I-I just don't w-want you touching my sk-skirt..." There could have been so many other ways Suki could have said it, some that were probably better and in better explanation than what she had said, but she definitely couldn't think of it at that time.
Russia glared at her with his smiley face, debating how to handle this situation. "I'm taking care of your leg," He decided, then added on," Perhaps you can change clothes first." He left her bedside, heading over to Ukraine's closet. Russia carelessly grabbed a pair of shorts, not bothering to choose any specific pair and a white blouse go with it. Taking in Suki's much... thinner figure in chest and hips, he added a belt and suspenders to his small bundle of clothes.
Dropping them unceremoniously on her lap, he asked," Will that please you, little girl?" He picked his beloved spigot off the ground with a wide grin and told her," I'll give you three minutes to change, да? Dress fast." He slung the pipe over his shoulder and tilted his head cutely. "I'll be back." With that, he left the room to grab some new supplies including better fitted splints and new wrappings.
Not even sure how to start, or even begin to respond to what the man had just said and did, the girl sat there in shock. She shivered in a fading fear, her blue orbs staring down lightly at the clothes he had given her. Shorts, a blouse, belt and suspenders. For anybody else, such an outfit would have been perfectly easy to get on. Not for her of course, with that leg, which was by then still throbbing in horrid pain. "H-how am I supposed to switch into this in three minutes...?" The girl timidly asked herself, already starting to tug at the dress on her. Barely remembering how she had even managed to get it on in the first place, Suki simply started to tug and pull a the front, searching for a zipper of some sort to help remove the clothing. Eventually, she did locate it. The only problem that it proved, was it was on the back of the dress. After reaching around her hands to attempt to pull at it, Suki found it was going to be far more difficult than she had originally perceived. She wasn't sure how much time had passed when she had gotten that far in changing, though then again, by the time she had managed to pull the zipper down slightly, the woman was far more focused in simply getting the dress off.
After a nice chunk of time (barely two minutes, but eh, who was keeping track anyways?) Russia knocked on the door with his lead pipe, it resounding the sounds with much more ambiance then his fist would. "I'm coming in Сукй," He announced, turning the handle.
With the dress already starting to drop, pooling around her hips when his voice sounded out was not the best of things the woman wanted to hear. Trying to stand up on one leg to allow the dress to fall to her feet and she hurriedly trying to pull the blouse over her head, the woman called out in shock, "Pl-please don't come in! I'm not ready!" Though she doubted the man to bother heeding her, she at least hoped that the damned blouse would listen to her and get over her head. She just barely managed to get that on when she heard him walk through the door, and in fear she quickly grabbed the blankets from the bed next to her to cover her lower-half, the dress getting slightly tangled around her feet as it fell the rest of the way to the ground.
Taking in the obviously rushed scene, Russia stared at the (amusingly bashful) girl and smiled as he assured," Don't worry, I'm patient." He turned around and waited for her to finish up dressing. Briefly, he wondered how much longer it would take her to finish dressing. It wasn't like he gave her particularly hard clothes to get in. He shrugged it off, trying to find some other thought (that was more interesting) to bide his time with.
It was painful, but she hurriedly got on the blouse correctly, and managed to slip on the shorts with minimal whimpers of absolute terrible pain. Then the belt and suspenders soon followed, to which Suki noticed how much she needed them. The woman was amazed; whoever wore those clothes were certainly...filled out. She almost had to do a double-take at the sizes of them all, and then decided to keep her wonderings to herself, just get the clothes on fast. Within a few more minutes of painful but muffled cries as she managed to get the outfit on, the young woman sighed, slowly sitting back onto the bed. "I-I'm done changing now Россия..."
"Хорошо," He acknowledged, turning towards her and walking over. Setting down the needed items besides his patient, he began to unwrap the previous wrappings. Russia gently prodded here and there, making sure swelling wasn't too bad and gauging her responses for more knowledge. His aura was very serious, his childish smile intact but much more focused on the job at hand then he usually seemed. There was a science to it (obviously. There were about a million different kinds of doctors, all learning their own specific medical sciences) and one Russia was rather adept in. He had many years of practice and many to practice on.
After setting aside the large pile of used bandages, he carefully removed the broom handle that he had used in a pinch and placed two better fashioned splints on either side of the leg. Russia gently tied strong pieces of material, two on her upper leg and three on the lower half, to keep them in place. Each holder started from beneath her leg, twisting at the top, coming back around and being knotted at the top in small, effective water knot. He was cautious to avoid tying them directly on the break, instead placing them where they would support it on either side the most advantageously. "Are they too tight?"
"N-no..." she whispered, wincing softly at the acute pain shooting through her legs as he was getting the splint together. "It's f-fine..." The girl, though pained, was amazed that the man could perform such feats of medicine. It was as if he had some sort of degree for it. Or he's just done it so many times that he knows it so well...As much as Suki really didn't want to ponder on that part of her thought, she still had to at least agree it could also be true. She watched on in silence as the man continued on with finishing up the splint, being both fearful of him, but grateful at the same time.
Nodding as he acknowledged her response, he grabbed some elastic bandages and rolled it around her foot. The key was to start tight and gradually get looser after the ankle, that would make the best brace and keep swelling to a minimum. Russia figure-eighted the material at the joint then continued a little further, finishing half way up the lower leg and using a metal clip to fasten it in place. It overlapped the brace, partially to better keep the brace more secure. Russia started a new wrap just below the knee to just above the knee, keeping it as tight as possible to limit any minute movement. After clipping it, he looked up tentatively. "Does it feel alright?"
"Y-yeah..." Suki lied slightly, the same pain still jolting through her leg. She didn't dare even tell the man, not sure how he'd react or what he would do to help (*coughorhurtcough*) it. "It's fi-fine Россия..." She whispered softly, looking down at the splint on her leg, amazed with the other's great handiwork with such a thing. He sure had a lot of practice. The woman managed to mostly muffle a tiny whimper of pain when she pushed herself farther back on the bed, far liking the idea of laying down to standing up.
"... I got a call from Литва, apparently he has to spend more time in Vienna than he originally planned, and Латвия wont be back from Ottawa for a while... Эстония is staying at Финляндии house for a while to plan some festival..." Russia unexpectedly said as he sat on the foot of the bed. "They probably wont come back even when they can though," he sighed, letting his gaze fall to the floor. "Ever since '91... they stay as distant as they can... I don't understand, we used to be a family, why don't they want to be with me...? Украина too, and Молдова, Азербайджан, Киргизия..." He trailed off not wanting to rehash the memories of it all.
Suki sat silently on the bed, listening as the man whispered to himself. She tilted her head after a few moments, scooting warily, but slowly closer to him. "..." She was not sure at all in how to respond to his poor desolate whispers, though she decided that simply sitting next to him with a slow pat on his shoulders would hopefully be enough that she could do.
Looking over at Suki, he didn't know what to do. She was attempting to console him again. Before her, no one had done that in a long time. "Many have said they care, but they always leave me. Always," He wrapped up with. "Кол кол кол кол кол..." Russia picked up his spigot, readying himself to smash her other leg. He really liked her trying to console him, it made feel special, loved. He'd just have to secure her inability to leave and everything would be solved. Everything would be all better again.
Suki gasped in fear when she eyed up him picking up that water spigot, her once tired eyes widening like large dinner plates. "Р-Pоссия, what a-are you doing?" She whimpered, backing slightly away like a wounded animal about to get kicked again. The woman pulled her arm back and held it against her chest, face looking frightened as she shivered, unknowing if she had done the right or wrong thing in backing away when he was obviously scheming already.
"It's obvious, нет? I don't want you to leave, and people can still escape with only one broken leg," He said jovially, a wicked but innocent smile emerging. He swung and caught her across the cheek, sending her head careening to the side, and laughed lightly. "Кол кол кол... There, now there will be no pain," He lied," But just to make sure..." He raised it high above his head aiming directly for her skull.
It stung. It hurt and stung and screamed and HURT so incredibly bad. Suki was still in shock after the first blow across her cheek that she barely had time to register the threat and impending, looming threat of the next. Like a wounded rabbit she pushed her body backwards, feeling hot wet tears of fear already starting to fall down her cheeks. "Россия please, NO!" She screamed out, voice breaking in her near beg, arms raised to her face in a possible fruitless attempt to protect herself. Fear and utter sadness flared inside of her body. "Please don't hit me! I won't do anything, please just-just don't!" The sobs got louder, the pain of her now throbbing leg, and the fear of the man looming over her fueling her words for all it was worth.
"Нет, извините Сукй, everyone must learn," He said calmly, never actually specifying what she was learning, as he dropped the the heavy object on her ribcage to hopefully damage her breathing. Then she couldn't protest as well. No protest meant no problem, right? He definitely wanted nothing bad for Suki, she was so kind to him. "Красота, Сукй bleeds so much," he whispered, bringing a hand to her cheek to caress it fondly and watching as blood covered his hand.
She couldn't breath. Pain. Pain was EVERYWHERE. In her legs, in her head, in her chest and in her entire being. It hurt so damn bad; Suki felt her lungs burn like a wildfire, but as much as she really tried, she could barely get even the tiniest breath into her lungs. Her tears continued to flow down her cheeks, mixing into a salty red solution as it came into contact with her red flowing blood. All she could do was stare at the man in fear, her eyes wanting to close so she could escape that hell, but keep them open so she would know when the final blow of death would envelope her. Oh god, just let it end. Just let all the pain end.
Running his hand through her hair in a way that in almost any other context would have been comforting, he cooed," Сукй, don't cry." Laying down and forcing her to right along side him, he whispered," You have nothing to cry about, I'm here. I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe. We'll be happy together and with no more loneliness, да...?" He kissed her forehead gently and hugged her tightly.
Suki would have gasped in pain had he not been crushing her chest, so instead she could barely get out a thin pathetic whimper. "H…..s-st…." Not even a single word could be pulled from her pained lips, the girl having absolutely no strength to fight against the stronger man. She mentally screamed in pain, feeling the internal cracking of her ribs from the prior hit grow only more painful. His lips felt cold against her forehead, and though she tried to shiver against the chilly feeling, the young woman was far too pained and tired to even bother.
"Speechless?" Russia laughed then said," That's okay, I know how hard it is to conjure up words of happiness and gratitude." Russia rested his forehead against her neck, and tentatively asked," You are happy, да? ... Нет, that was a stupid question... Y-You have to be. Правда?" He kissed just below her collar bone, raising an arm to stroke her hair once more. Grabbing hold of a large chunk of hair, he tugged it sharply repeating," You're happy, да?"
Suki gasped for oxygen when his grip around lightened only for a second, willing with everything she had for the fresh intake of breath to course through her crying lungs, praying with everything she had that she wasn't somehow dying from internal bleeding. With all the pain and torture agonizingly pacing through her small frame, it was very easy to believe that was what was occurring. After getting her lungful of glorious air, the girl only lay limply against the man, not even having the strength to cry. His words were the coldest she ever had heard before, coupled with the pain that he was causing, and whether or not his twisted mind realized such, she'd never say she was happy. That would be too much of a blow for her dignity to take. So instead, she continued her shallow breathing in silence, a slight whimper of pain sounding out every once in a while.
"I have much paper work to do, but do not worry, I'll be back as soon as I can. You just wait here," He said with a pleasant voice, propping himself up on his elbows and kissing her forehead again. He smiled lightly, fixedly interpreting Suki's reactions as joyful. She had to be. Running a thumb across her bloodied cheek, his smile widening, he gingerly tucked hair behind her ear and whispered reassuringly in Russian," Don't worry, I'll be back." With that, he left the room, spigot in hand leaving a ruddy trail as he dragged it across the floor.
Laying on the bed, face covered in blood, Suki couldn't do anything. Sure, she could breath (barely) but that was about it. Her chest burned with a blazing fire, face stinging worse than anything else she had ever felt before. It was like an absolute hell on earth, her body screaming out in agony that the man had plunged her into. Words couldn't even pass her bloody lips, a feeling of absolute exhaustion raved over her limbs and mind, whispering for her to fall into a feeling of unconsciousness. But as much as she truly wanted to, the young woman found herself unable; maybe it was the pain, or maybe it was the fear; she wasn't sure.
It was a few hours later when Russia opened her door, smiling and asking," Как поживаете, Сукй?" Closing the distance between them, he interestedly lifted her shirt, just short of revealing her breast. He pressed gently on the skin that was already turning a light violet-blue. "Mmm... That doesn't look so good," he mumbled to himself in Russian.
The girl was just barely awake, having used some mental tricks to at least soften the pain while she hovered on a near unconscious state, wondering how long she would have to endure the horribly agony that befell upon her body. "Н... Нет..." She mumbled, feeling her shirt slide up her chest to reveal the ugly bruising that he had caused to her. "Don't h-hurt me...do-don't hit me again..." Her voice seemed to tumble from her lips, her mind not bothering to filter the words of simple reaction to his touch after the pain he had caused before.
"Кол кол кол кол..." At those words, he pressed slightly harder then he meant to. He never hurt Suki, why was she accusing him of having done so? With effort, he shrugged it off. Feeling the ribcage more precisely, he frowned and instructed," Breathe as deeply as you can." Beneath the skin, he could feel some sharp shards of bone just above where the 7th rib should be.
"G-GAH!" The girl yelped out in pain, squirming slightly under Russia's pressing palm to her skin. "S-stop!" the woman's eyes tried to both shut tightly and opened wide, pain screaming through her body like a pained animal. "That hurts, stop that!" Seemingly not having heard his words of command, Suki tried to pull herself away from the source of her entirety of pain; Russia.
"Сукй, you might have flail chest. I need you to cooperate," he pleaded, grabbing her securely by the waist and holding her in place. If she moved too much, she'd be in too much pain for him to be able to help her. He needed her feedback to know exactly what was hurting. "So please breathe in deeply, little girl."
Giving off one last pitiful whimper of agony from the growing pressure in her chest, the same pain and difficulty to breath becoming more and more evident to both him and her, Suki barely complied. She took a sorry breath, barely able to raise her chest before letting out what little oxygen she had collected in that pained breath in even more agonizing whimpers. She could barely speak by then, all of her strength having been used to simply gather enough air to keep alive and not die of suffocation.
Russia's tense shoulders visibly relaxed as he carefully watched ribs move up and down correctly. "Хорошо, you don't have flail chest..." As absolutely light as he could, he felt the ribs above and below the broken one. Reaching under her shirt, he hesitantly pushed down, letting his fingers graze as briefly as possible on her bosom, and sighing with relief as he felt nothing wrong with the ribs their, quickly retreating to the broken rib and feeling down her abdomen. "Hmm, you're 7th rib is broken, but 8th and 9th are only fractured. You should be more careful in the future, да? Cracked ribs are so painful along with inhibiting your breathing..."
Backing away from her and turning to leave momentarily, he said," I'll be back with supplies so I can patch you up, да?" Worry could be picked up in his voice. While everything checked out as far as having no flail chest (that would have been incredibly bad), her breathing was very noticeably weaker. He would have to keep an eye on that.
Suki barely acknowledged him, her entire sense of the world around her pulled into a blurry and murky abyss from where she could barely respond. Even the pain was dulled in her groggy state, every sense and touch like a blunt prod against her body, barely feeling. She could only breath so much, feeling a shooting pain in her chest whenever she breathed too deeply. So there she lay, her lungs only able to fill so slightly before she was forced to exhale all that captured glorious oxygen, body too weak to handle the agony. Fingers on hands lay still, not even having the energy to twitch as they lay at the young woman's side.
Returning with more medical supplies (he could very well heal a small army with how much he kept stored, that is, if he didn't kill them with 'kindness' of course) he placed a bag valve mask on the nightstand and setting the other stuff beside his guest on the large bed. "Can you sit up?" He asked sweetly, adding," I can help you. You can lean against the headboard. I just need to be able to wrap your lower chest." He hesitantly poked the unresponsive woman, slightly apprehensive he was too late, only holding on to his thread of sanity by the small audible breaths (which in actuality were bad. It meant she wasn't getting enough oxygen to her lungs) she was taking. "Little girl..."
Suki whimpered slightly when she felt a sharp prod into her stomach, feeling a growing cycle of pain when said whimper only made the pain grow worse. Then, just being able to barely hear the man's orders, the young woman lifted her head to lay it softly against the headboard, she trying with every ounce of her strength and willpower to slowly nudge herself backwards against it. The pain was unrelenting, but Suki did her best to keep her mind on every other thing that even minutely crossed her thoughts. Rabbits, snow, bananas, plains, corn, any random object that could be thought of, she thought. With growing concentration on these odd, random objects, the young woman felt the pain lessen, if only slightly.
Helping her get to the position he wanted, he gently instructed," Exhale as deeply as possible, the longer the better." As she did what he asked, he carefully started to wrap athletic tape around, quietly apologizing as he lifted her shirt up so he could wrap around the rib cage just above the injury. Tying a knot on the uninjured side, he said," This needs to come off in an hour so we avoid pneumonia, да?" He lowered her so she was at a gentle incline with a supportive pillow beneath her and said," This should make breathing easier, we don't want you dying off from lack of oxygen, do we?"
Giving off a slight groan of pain in simple response, Suki closed her eyes and tried to relax the best she could, trying to allow her pained breaths to come lightly and carefully, though that didn't help an overly amount. After giving a few attempts at breathing, though they mostly all came out as ragged, the young woman slowly lifted her eyes to stare into the man's own. Purple meeting blue, Suki's thoughts were dragged away from the intolerable agony in her chest to the incredible confusion in her brain. Again, the same questions she had been asking herself for days about the country popped into her mind, eyes continuing to barely blink as she merely looked at him.
"I would give you водка, it's the best pain killer I know- it kills both kinds- but that thins blood, and that would definitely not be advantageous... This is going to hurt a lot," he said, as he dabbed a cream directly onto her cheek. "It will clean and numb it. You will need that for sure." He held up a curved needle and small black thread and smiled. "You smashed up your cheek so badly the muscle is showing through."
Suki wiggled in place slightly, letting out a thin, weak whine of pain in her cheek. The cream did indeed hurt, a LOT. It was as if she was getting stabbed repeatedly by a knife in the face, twisting and turning with it's hot metal. But instead of beginning to scream, the young woman transferred her pain into actions by clenching her fists around the nearest source of cloth, one hand finding a part of the blanket which was halfway off the bed, and the other tangled into Russia's long scarf.
Frowning as he felt a tug at his neck, Russia froze momentarily. Doing everything he could to not react, he continued to apply the cream, his hands shaking slightly. Finishing, he set the container of the the anesthetic down on the night table, Russia grabbed a piece of sterile cloth, readying it to wipe clean the wound when it was numb enough. He then grabbed the needle and attempted to thread it. That proved a difficult task when one was entering a mental episode. He was determined though (and the centuries of practice helped) and quickly got it through, pulling enough through so it wouldn't come loose and tying a knot at the end.
Suki's eyes traveled warily, moving down from the man's eyes to his neck, the scarf that she still had a hold of (Gosh, it was so soft and warm...), to his shoulder, down his arm, to his hand and finally, to the needle, small and sharp that he held between his digits. The mere sight of the needle forced the girl to squirm just that much more, her unneeded fear of them was racing messages of terror to her already pained brain. Regardless that her cheek was already numbed by the cream, Suki still whimpered as if a young helpless child, wanting to be as far as she could from the medical implement, trying to both push Russia away and pull him closer to feel protected at the same time.
"Нет! N-no! Сукй, don't do that!" He cried out at her near manic tugging on his scarf, one moment getting closer to choking him, the other pushing it back towards him so it loosened. Both ended in it nearly coming off. Realizing the source of her panic was the needle, he quickly tried to pacify it with," This can't hurt you. It helps y-" He hadn't said it quickly enough. The warm fabric was stripped from him, and he didn't exactly take well to it.
Mumbling in Russian, he held a slight whimper to his voice. Dropping the needle and cloth, he grabbed at his neck and bent his head trying to curl up as much as possible. Underneath his fingers were twisting scars, each one pronounced, quite a few alarmingly thick and looking like something no one should have been able to survive. "Кол кол кол кол кол... G-give it back," He ordered with none of the command he usually held, instead it just came out worried and distressed.
There was a sputtering cough, pained and miserable, while Suki managed to push herself up, much to the mental dismay of pain parading through her chest and legs. She could almost feel the bones making the most awful creaking sound within her as the young woman moved, her mind still ablaze at the sudden change of the situation, going from terror of that needle, to the watching as the man in front of her almost broke down before her eyes. Pushing past all the pain, or at least as much as she could, blood again starting to drip down her cheek, rolling in ruby red orbs across her neck, Suki crawled towards the man, hand on the scarf still.
She stared when she leaned down to him, as if her eyes were glazed over, her mind elsewhere than the reality and pain both she and him were apparently going through. With a slightly bloody hand after unthinkingly wiping off her stinging cheek (as the blood was then really flowing), the woman reached for Russia, her words and voice falling into an incoherent gibberish as she tried to comfort him and his odd fear without his scarf.
Russia pushed her away roughly, whispering," I just want my scarf, little girl..." He shook his head and muttered," You're like the rest. You want to hurt me... Why...?" Gazing up at her, his eyes shone with threatening tears. The nation nodded to himself absently. "Извините Сукй, but I can't let you." Russia stood up, grabbing the closest object he could. Holding the clock above his head, he maundered," I just want my scarf... You don't understand... I j-just want... Y-you, you're going to hurt me. Hurt me... I've been helping y-you..." He smiled, creating eerie, blood-curdling dissonance between the joyous expression he wore and the frightening misery in his eyes.
Suki, who was too far gone in pain to even give anymore output of energy of backing away, and simply sat there on her knees, staring up with wide, frightened eyes at the man. She began to shiver violently as orbs lay sighted on the clock, threatening to come barreling down to strike her and (hopefully) maybe (Though she somewhat didn't want it) kill her right on the spot. Catch her on the head perhaps and finally finish the near action that had been going on since the moment she had stepped in the door.
Suki's body continued to tremble violently, until a stabbing pain in her chest caused her to cough harshly. "N-no..." She tried, whispering, which only caused her to cough more. A thick, red liquid began to fill the taste of her mouth, a few drops of it falling onto the bed from her violent coughing. "I'm...n-not..." The woman coughed more, though clenching the scarf to her chest, keeping any of the blood from staining it. After the finished coughing, more blood erupting from her mouth, the girl slowly held out the scarf with a horribly trembling arm, eyes wide in pleading forgiveness regardless that ruby liquid was still trailing down her paling chin.
Russia gazed at her his euphoric/melancholic expression dropping to something unreadable. Letting the clock fall from his hand to the ground by his side, he put a firm hand on her shoulder. Pushing her so the blood was able to leave her mouth easily, he grabbed the bag valve mask and brought it to her mouth, securing it in place. With a (very) practiced hand, he pumped a steady flow of air into her lungs, cautiously making sure to not over inflate the organs.
After stabilizing her breathing, Russia set the mask beside her, knowing full well she could need it at any second. Making her lie down with her head to the side and facing away from him, he sat next to her, shakily grabbing the scarf and wrapping it around his neck. Trying to calm himself, he'd been fighting hysterics this whole time, he muttered to himself in Russian frenziedly.
The young woman tried to breath in little, airy coughs. Though pain was quite a certainty roaring in her brain, she decided that she was far too tired to even bother to deal with it. Frowning with that little she had, the woman whimpered pathetically, and tried to sit up. Finding soon that she couldn't, due to both Russia keeping her down, and her chest hurting more and more with every movement, Suki soon decided against it. Slowly, darkness started to outline her vision, dulling both her thoughts and pain, until she soon rolled into unconsciousness.
Glancing at Suki as she blacked out, he ran a hand through her hair. Russia stared at her and then at the medical supplies. Cleaning her wound again, he quietly stitched her cheek. Running a finger over his handiwork, he smiled.
"Сукй, you are a very troublesome little girl."