A/N: Thank you to DigiConjurer for reviewing! :D
Also, I feel like this chapter manages to be both unrealistic and offensive at the same time, but I couldn't really think of any different way for it to go, or any better way to do it. I'm transgender too, but that doesn't really excuse my cliched/stereotypical revealing of it and bad phrasing, nor make it less potentially offensive, so I apologise for everything that is wrong with this chapter. The same applies to parts of the next one, too.
Rika returned with Henry's sister.
"Okay," Naomi said, then forced herself to stand up using both arms, and abruptly passed out and collapsed, landing half on the sofa and half on the floor.
"...Alright, then," Jaarin said, and went over to Naomi, "I'll hold up her arms, and you take off her dress. Then we can put her up against the sofa, and I'll bandage her shoulder."
"Sounds good," Rika said.
Both of them went quiet when they removed Naomi's dress. Immediately Rika understood what Naomi had been so worried about; she had a completely flat chest, and seemed to have a male body, for lack of a better term.
Why hadn't Naomi just told Rika that she was transgender? Assuming that that was the case, of course. Rika stepped back, while Jaarin quickly cleaned the blood off Naomi's shoulder and began bandaging the wound.
"I don't know what to think now," Rika said.
"I guess that's what her problem was," Jaarin replied, "But whatever. I don't know her, you do. I just know that she's injured, and I feel like I should try and fix this up for her as fast as I can before she wakes up."
"Hang on," Rika said, and went over to Naomi.
Jaarin stepped back, and Rika grabbed Naomi and lifted her so that she was standing. Naomi seemed to go more limp than she already had been, and Rika put her back down the way she had been.
"I think that should give us more time," she said.
"Yeah, I think so…" Jaarin said, and continued what she was doing. She then put Naomi's dress halfway onto her, and Rika went over to help her get it all the way on.
The two of them then lifted Naomi back onto the sofa and laid her down.
"I was thinking of giving her some clean clothes," Jaarin said, "But I don't think we'd have time before she wakes up. Maybe when she wakes up I will."
"Nah," Rika said, "She really likes that dress. I'll just take her back to my house and give her another one of my dresses, 'cause I think she'd like that."
Jaarin smiled, "Alright."
Naomi shifted slightly and looked like she was going to wake up, and Jaarin left the room.
Rika wasn't sure what she'd say. She wanted to ask Naomi why she couldn't have just told her this instead of going through such a convoluted sequence of events, but she figured that maybe this had happened before and it had gone badly. Maybe that was why people had forcefully cut Naomi's hair off before. And it would also explain why Naomi had said that she felt insecure about people thinking she looked like a boy.
Naomi opened her eyes. She looked at Rika, then looked down at herself and noticed the bandage on her shoulder. She blushed and looked away.
"Do you wanna talk about it? Or do you wanna have this conversation some other time? Also, Henry's sister said she could give you clean clothes without blood on them, if you want."
Naomi just looked away.
"At least answer the last question."
"I like this dress," Naomi signed, "And there's no point."
"Okay. And don't sign with your right arm, you'll make it worse."
"Sorry," Naomi signed.
Henry and Takato came back in.
"Is she okay?" Takato asked.
"Yeah, I think so," Rika said, "Except she seems to pass out every time she tries to sit up."
"That's… Not really being okay," Henry said.
Rika grimaced, "Yeah, I know. But I feel like it's as good as we're going to get if she won't go to hospital. Will you?" she addressed Naomi.
Naomi shook her head, and Rika shrugged.
"I can go home," Naomi signed.
"How?" Rika asked.
"Renamon," Naomi spelled out.
"That's a good idea, actually," Rika said, "Can you give her directions to your house as she carries you?"
Naomi nodded.