Togami glared darkly across the room until Ogami nodded her head in agreement with his scheme — and Junko just couldn't help but applaud his eagerness to take charge. Here she'd been puzzling over the best way to encourage her classmates after their recent shocks… and Togami went and did it for himself before she could decide! That kind of achievement really deserved some recognition — she'd have to think of a nice reward for him later.
That could wait, though. Ogami seemed pretty determined to switch into being the Ultimate Nursemaid, insisting that Togami clean up and change before soldiering on. It sounded pretty counterproductive to her, because if he was going to start a vengeful rampage on behalf of his dead sweetie it would be much more impressive to charge out wearing clothes soaked in his beloved boyfriend's blood! No one thought these things through properly, that was the problem.
Junko sighed and spun her chair until she could see some of the other monitors. Watching her friends just wasn't as much fun as it used to be, now that she could check on most of them with one glance up at the biology lab camera feed. There were really only a few screens she had to keep an eye on now, which was practically a lazy morning watching cartoons compared to the head-turning chaos of more than a dozen different classmates running around the school.
And it wasn't even as if there was anything interesting going on. Jill had taken over the cafeteria as soon as the morning announcement finished playing, settling down at a table where she could watch the door without being in the line of sight for anyone walking in. She'd barely moved a muscle since, and if it hadn't been for the occasional flash of light from her scissors, Junko might've checked the camera feed to make sure it hadn't glitched. If Ogami really did manage to convince Togami to eat something, they'd have a nasty surprise waiting for them.
But even if Jill had decided to be uncharacteristically boring, at least she had the decency to show up on the cameras — unlike certain trouble-making detectives. Kirigiri hadn't even waited for the morning announcement before she made her move, creeping out of the dorms to hole up in the bathhouse with her sewing kit and a box of supplies she'd nabbed from the art room.
All kinds of problems could be brewing there, if Junko wasn't careful — especially since Kirigiri still had her daddy's key. That was safe enough as long as she stuck to her arts and crafts projects… but that wouldn't hold her interest forever. Once she'd realized Kirigiri was settling in for a while, Junko had taken the opportunity to make a few adjustments to the cameras trained on the bathhouse doorway. If Kirigiri stuck so much as one gloved fingertip outside, a whole array of lights and beeps would sound the alarm throughout the whole data center.
But if Kirigiri was thinking about causing more trouble, she sure was taking her time about it. It was dull enough to drive a girl to distraction! Or at least it would be… if Junko hadn't had the perfect distraction right there on hand already.
After one more glance at the monitors to make sure everyone seemed safely occupied, Junko kicked against the edge of the desk to send her chair rocketing across to the other side of the room. She whirled past the blur of monitors to the edge of a curtained-off area she'd set up during the night, rolling to a stop exactly at the gap serving as the entrance to the makeshift room.
And yes, there her new favorite distraction was, just where she'd left him. Junko frowned at Naegi, tsking to herself as the boy twitched restlessly in his sleep. Lying in a sleeping bag on the floor couldn't possibly be good for the poor thing after all he'd been through, but it had been the best she could manage on short notice. Sure, she'd happily have shared her own bed with him — but then how would she have kept an eye on him and her monitors at the same time? Besides, a room packed with dusty confiscated materials couldn't possibly be a healthy environment for recovery!
But at least he had a better color to his cheeks now, after she'd pumped a couple bags of blood into him with those transfusion bags she'd confiscated from the clinic. Pale just wasn't a good look on him — he didn't have the bone structure to pull off a vampire chic aesthetic. He didn't make a bad victim, though, all fragile and covered in blood. Shame Celeste wasn't around, she would've appreciated that… maybe even enough to join Togami, Mukuro, and Maizono as one of Naegi's unaccountable collection of admirers.
Although she had to admit… for the first time, she could kinda see where they were coming from. Naegi definitely had the cute, innocent appeal when he was all banged up like this, just waiting for someone to kiss it all better.
But none of his champions were around now… she was the only friend he had left. Junko sighed heavily and shook her head, clenching a fist to her heart. Surely she owed it to Mukuro to take care of the boy she'd secretly cared for. Junko bowed her head and made a silent vow to her beloved sister's memory as glistening tears filled her eyes. Yes… for Mukuro's sake… she'd take care of Naegi to the very best of her abilities.
And damn, was he gonna need some caretaking! She'd skimmed through a couple medical books after hauling Naegi out of the trial room, and she was pretty sure the way his arm had been flopping in all directions meant he'd dislocated his right shoulder. It couldn't possibly be comfortable for the poor boy to sleep in that condition, especially not if he was going to insist on trying to thrash around.
So it sure was lucky he had someone so helpful on hand. Junko reached over to the nearby table and nabbed the nurse's cap she'd pulled out of her storage, flipping it up onto her head as she knelt down beside the boy in front of her.
"The patient appears to be in critical condition," she muttered to herself, tapping one finger against her chin. "Emergency field treatment is going to be necessary. It's a high risk maneuver, with a real possibility of permanent damage… nerve damage and hemorrhaging if we act, or inflammation, infection, and paralysis if we don't. With the patient unable to respond and no medical proxy on hand… what choice do we have but to act?"
She took another look at the angles of his body, sizing it up and making mental calculations… and then took a firm hold on his right wrist. As she pulled it towards her, feeling the grind of bones sliding awkwardly over the joint, she glanced up at Naegi's face. The lines of discomfort around his eyes and mouth deepened into a twisting pain, and his breaths sped up with quiet whimpers. Well, it was supposed to hurt to reset a joint, so at least she was doing something right.
One more yank, braced hard against the floor — and she heard a quiet thunk as Naegi's arm shifted into place. Junko beamed down at her handiwork in satisfaction at a job well done. Not bad for a first try!
She wouldn't have minded some appreciation from her darling friend… but Naegi didn't seem inclined to offer any. The blood drained out of his sleeping face, leaving him nearly as pale as he'd been when she'd first found him, and his head lolled to the side as he fell deeper into unconsciousness. Looked like he still had a while to go before he woke up.
Junko sighed, jumping to her feet and turning away from the sleeping boy. The nurse's cap fluttered off her head as she flopped back onto the chair, rolling backwards towards the monitors, but who cared what happened to a boring accessory like that? She had other things to do.
