Ren sat ont he operating table in the nurses office as Dr. Stein cleaned some utensils. "Can you think of anything else?" Spirit asked from his spot in the corner. He had turned around so Ren wouldn't feel embaressed at the fact she had no shirt on. Stein was a professional and he didn't really care for Ren, but since Ren was Misty's friend he helped as best he could.
"Like I said, did my patrols, saw two people, a werewolf and a witch, the witch ran off, I fough the werewolf, you showed up and the werewolf an off." Ren said for what felt like the millionth time. Stein rolled up to her on his chair and placed a beaker int he table next to the bed.
"This may sting a bit." He said, swabbing at her chest with a cotton ball soaked in whatever was int he beaker. "The cuts aren't that deep, except for a few spots. You'll really only need about ten stitches at the most." Stein said, switching out the cotton swab for a clean on. Ren sighed and looked over Steins shoulder at Spirits back.
"I could have won, you know, if you hadn't shown up." Ren mumbled. She wasn't being rude, she just wanted him to know she could handle herself.
"I know, but not with those wounds." Spirit said, turning his head enough where she could see his cheek.
"He's right, if you had kept walking in your wolf form these cuts would have been much more serious." Stein said, picking up a wet washclothe and running it gently down the middle of her chest, over the wounds to wipe away excess blood and chemicals. Stein motioned with his finger for her to turn to her side and she obeyed, sitting so her right leg laid on the bed. Stein repeated the cleaning process with her upper arm. "You'll need more stitches for this one, however, maybe thirty." Stein said, leaning closer to her arm to make sure he got any gunk out of her deep cuts.
"Meaning..?"
"No turning into a wolf, not until the stiches are removed." Stein said sternly.
"But the patrol-"
"Was happening before you came here and will continue until you are better." Spirit piped in.
"If you change with the stitches still in you, they won't be able to meld with your new body and will be riped out, making the cuts deeper." Stein explained. Ren sighed and nodded. Stein wiped her arm with another wet washclothe and grabbed a needle and stiching thread along with a syring. "This is a numbing solution, this may hurt." Stein explained, injecting her with the solution. Ren stiffled a groan since he did it in the center of her cuts. "I'm going to recomend a sling for about two weeks since the stiches may come out or tear." Stein said, stabbing the needle into her arm before the numbing agent had taken affect. Ren bit her lip, waiting until she couldn't feel the needle before she relaxed.
"What about my training?" She asked in Spirits direction."
"It can wait." Spirit said softly. Ren sighed and loked at the white bed sheets, some spots had blood marks on them from her wounds. Stein cut the thread after tying it of and started on a new spot. The numbing solution had taken affect and now she felt nothing.
"Also, I don't think your shoul sleep on your side with these, they may tear." Stein warned.
"Of course they will." Ren sighed, shaking her head. "We're not all stitched so well together like you, Stein." Stein only smiled at her, still focused on her arm and the last stitch.
"Turn." Stein ordered simply, grabbing a new needle and thread. Ren obeyed and turned to face him.
"No numbing stuff, please." Ren said, pushing his hand and the needle away from her. Stein stared at her for a moment before placing the solution down and begining on her stiches. Part of Rens training was to ignore pain, to fight through it. If she couldn't train with Spirit then this was the next best thing. Spirit always went easy on her, limiting his attacks to only punches and kicks to her torso, which was her strongest spot. She would constantly yell at him to actually try and hurt her, so she can experience the pain of being sliced. He always refused, saying that was going to far this soon in her training. Ren shrugged it off, always trying her best to get him angry and maybe have him slip up. The worst he'd ever hurt her was giving her a black eye when he was aiming for her collar bone. Ren wasn't good at reading his body language and thought he was going to swing upa nd hit her chin, so she ducked, only to have his fist slam into her face. He had apologized for hours afterwards as Ren lay on his couch with a bag of frozen peas on her eyes. Ren felt sorry for him. He was trying so hard to help her but he was afraid of hurting her.
Of course, because of how he treated her her she knew how to make him feel better. If during their traing he felt he had hurt her too much and apologized like there was no tomorrow, which he did very much. Ren would go to his house later that night with a book and ask if he'd read to her. She knew he missed doing that with Maka, and Ren was kind enough to allow him to use her as a substitute Maka as she rested her head on his lap and listened as he read her stories from the classic novels she brought him. Spirit loved those nights, although sometimes ti saddened him that it wasn't Maka asking him to read for her, but he was happy he got to be a father figure to someone.
