Back in his room, Kamui laid Ame down on the floor- at her command. The woman started to tug her shirt off, revealing badly bruised skin. She pushed against the dark ribs on her left, grimacing.
"Shit..." The woman murmured. Kamui did nothing but glare down at her as she assessed her wounds. "Oi, stop looking at me like that. Help me out, snap my wrist back in place..." The woman extended her hand towards him, and he knelt by her side.
"How?" He asked, and she used to free hand to position his hands around her wrist, and palm.
"Slight pressure until it pops, don't worry about hurting me..." She instructed. Kamui did as instructed, and Ame grimace, uttering a small cry of pain as her wrist returned to its standard position. The man's eyes seemed to bore into her as Ame started to shove her pants down.
"Oi, do you know where the medical supplies are? Disinfectant, needles, thread?" Ame's question was met with an unchanging scowl. Kamui was obviously infuriated. The man offered a slight nod, and exited the room. Sighing to herself, Ame fell back onto the carpet. Though the motion only caused more discomfort, she couldn't help but just want to rest. But nobody else could treat her wounds as far as she was concerned.

Drowsiness had overtaken her, and she tried to estimate her blood loss. When Kamui returned he shoved a small box towards the woman, and she took it. The man knelt by Ame's side, and instead of immediately focusing on herself, Ame reached up and started to pull the wraps away from his face. He was obviously scowling at her, and she sighed.

"Thank you..." Leaning towards him, Ame captured his lips, and though Kamui was angry he couldn't help but return her affection. He laced a hand through her hair, and Ame dropped the wrap on the ground. Pulling back, she shifted her gaze. "I know you're angry. But you have to admit, I helped a lot. I couldn't even tell you how many of those things I killed..."

Nodding Kamui stood up. Ame turned her attention to the box and opened it. Everything she asked for was in the kit, and more. The man walked to his dresser, pulling his clothes off, as Ame practically bathed herself in disinfectant, hissing at the pain. He tried his best to ignore her obvious discomfort. Opted to focus on his anger for her. But it seemed impossible to maintain his position as she started to sew herself, and wrap herself. It just wasn't something he expected. If she had sat on the floor and cried, yeah, he could have remained enraged. But the fact that she was sitting there trying to fix it...

He glanced down at the woman from the corner of his eyes, seeing the old and fresh blood spilling from her body. Why wasn't she worried? She had said that there wasn't enough on the ship to help herself, yet hadn't mentioned it again. Sighing to himself, Kamui walked back to her side. He sat on the floor watching her.
"Are you worried?" Ame asked through clenched teeth, shoving a needle through her calve. When Kamui didn't respond, Ame didn't ask again. Just continued with the conversation. "Don't be. I'll be fine. But... know that without certain things, I can't guarantee that I'll be around much longer..." Frowning Kamui peered at her.
"Didn't you just say you'll be fine?"
"Yeah. As it is, don't worry about me. Whatever happens, happens. Not everybody can survive and you should know that."

Shifting his gaze, Kamui couldn't help but resent the woman and her words.
"I told you not to come! If you would have just listened to me-"
"But I didn't. So it doesn't matter now." She cut him off, sighing. When Ame finished sewing her leg, she laid back on the floor, not caring if it was soaked with blood or alcohol. Kamui peered at the woman, worry seeping through him.
"What are you going to do about your ribs?"
"Nothing. Nobody can really do anything about broken ribs. Just prescribe pain medication." She responded, closing her eyes.

A moment of silence passed, and Ame raised her arm to her forehead wiping away sweat, and smearing crimson on herself.
"I need blood. Do you know how to get any? Or how to set it up, for that matter?" Kamui leaned over the woman, trying to estimate how many times she had been cut, or bitten. Even bruises. It seemed like there wasn't a single part of her unharmed. Sighing he took her hands, and started to unwrap the blades she had used.
"I can get blood... But I don't know anything else about medical stuff. Normally I just wrap myself up." His answer earned a light chuckle from Ame, and she nodded.
"Yeah, that's why I'm here. Next time I'll stitch you up, but you gotta hold still."

The man shifted his gaze, unable to feel comforted by her smile, or laugh. She was obviously in pain, yet didn't show it. If anything the only fact he was sure of was the fact that she was exhausted. And she was stupid, he healed too quickly for her to sew him. When he finished removing the wraps around her wrists, he grabbed disinfectant and poured it over her arms. Ame shrieked in pain, and he shifted his gaze, wrapping her wounds. Hopefully it would be enough for now. It was apparent that Ame wasn't going to do anything but sew her leg up. She hadn't even tried to do anything for her arms, or ribs. The scratches on her face... Everything else had received no attention, so he would help as much as he could. Ame glanced up at him lazily, and minutes later she was asleep. Figures.

Sighing to himself, Kamui continued to wrap her arms, legs; anything that needed to be fixed. When he used the disinfectant Ame didn't even stir. She was too tired.
Shaking his head, Kamui finished and picked her up. He laid her in his bed, and left. Before she woke up he would find some blood. Abuto was bound to know more about this human stuff then him, and he knew the older man would help.