Don't go away.
She accompanied the gang to the infirmary, following them at a safe distance because she didn't dare to be questioned as to why she was there. She stood spying on them in a corner, so she knew that the last one to get medical attention was going to be Yohei, since apparently he looked less hurt than the rest of those involved; Hanamichi and Rukawa had stitches on their heads, and the others had bruises of varying severity. Behind a column, Fujii swallowed repeatedly, encouraging herself.
Yohei, on the other hand, was left alone in the infirmary for a while. His friends were being lectured at that moment by the teachers' board, and from what he heard, they would be suspended for only three days for misbehavior. He rolled his gaze upward with a sigh of relief. The punishment had been much less serious than initially feared, that meant his father wouldn't scold him as much.
He tried to stretch his neck a little. He was sitting in the only chair in the room, quite comfortable, but still his body was very tense; it seemed that facing the Hotta gang alone had taken a toll on him, not to mention the repeated blows he dealt to Mitsui and the injuries from a previous battle that had not yet completely disappeared. If he wanted to fight again, he was going to have to take a break.
He sighed for the umpteenth time staring at the ceiling, which seemed to have more answers than his own head.
It was at this point that Fujii quickly snuck into the room. Visibly nervous, this time it was not because of Yohei but because of the stress she had experienced in the last half hour. She approached him with slow steps, wringing her hands at her lap. For some reason, Yohei was not surprised to see her there.
"Those idiots didn't hurt you, right, Fujii-san?" He asked looking at her. "Sorry, I forgot to ask you when I got to the gym with the others."
She shook her head, then turned back to check that the door was still closed as she had left it.
"How… do you feel?" Her blush level grew like foam.
"Hitted, but no more than other times," he replied with a sweet smile.
Fujii looked at him with moistened eyes. She wanted to thank him for helping them all, for bearing the weight and blame for what happened, even apologizing for calling him violent without having seen him in action before, but the words did not come out. It couldn't be helped.
In order to avoid showing up her nerves, she looked for disinfectant and adhesive surgical points with the intention of healing his knuckles. Then, once she got what she needed, began her work of cleaning the wounds so that they would not be contaminated.
"You are good at this," Yohei said, somewhat surprised.
"In fact, very good. It doesn't even hurt anymore," he thought, watching her grab his right hand. After a minute, he concluded that she should have experience in disinfecting lacerations due to the way she moved the gauze and put the surgical points in place.
"Have you ever thought about becoming a nurse?" He added, intending to flatter her.
Fujii stopped, keeping Yohei's hand in hers. Then, the young man could see that rivers of tears fell down her cheeks.
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Love and happiness for everyone.
Stacy Adler.
