action log!fivelifetimesSeptember 13 2008, 02:29:39 UTC
[Orihime was quick to leave her apartment. She ran to Ishida's apartment, her stomach in knots. It was a bit reminiscent of the time she had gone to heal Tatsuki. She prayed that it wasn't that bad.
As Orihime arrived at the door she hesitated for a second, before knocking once and letting herself in.]
action log!anti_buttonsSeptember 13 2008, 02:54:28 UTC
[No, not that bad, certainly not by his or any other person's standards. He had even managed to wrap it, one-armed, so to keep the apartment clean.
Uryuu stood waiting in the kitchen, looking somewhat out of place in his tattered uniform, bloody and bruised, standing beside a stove with its teapot steaming. Always tea? Why not. At the sound of the door - of course unlocked, because any person he would have reason to worry over would never be stopped by a door - he called,]
Ah, in here, Inoue-san.
[And she would see him, his left shoulder mangled; the gouge bleeding through the gauze, the bone obviously broken in more than one piece. His neck bore some ten raw, bloodied marks from her nails, and the back of his uniform was torn, in ribbons]
action log!fivelifetimesSeptember 13 2008, 03:07:40 UTC
[When Orihime saw him she felt a little relieved that it wasn't as bad as she had feared (her overactive imagination had come up with many scenarios on the way there), but...he was still hurt. And bleeding. For a moment she looked panicked, not knowing where to start. He sounded so calm!]
Ishida-kun, this isn't the time for tea! You're hurt!
[Orihime walked over to him, taking a closer look at his wounds. The shoulder was what caught most of her attention, and she visibly winced.]
Ishida-kun, please sit down.
[She pointed to a chair, now looking more serious.]
action log!anti_buttonsSeptember 13 2008, 03:54:21 UTC
[There was something absurd in his behavior, he knew that, but Uryuu hadn't been able to help it - it was difficult for him to look at her, to see a worrying expression, to know that he had in anyway been a cause of her pain. He looked at her, unable to find the appropriate word, the cool phrase to set her at ease - and having nothing to say, pulled out the chair with his good arm and complied.]
... It's merely a flesh wound.
[He settled on that, despite knowing that it wasn't quite that at all.]
action log!fivelifetimesSeptember 14 2008, 20:02:31 UTC
[Orihime took a seat as well, since it would be awkward to stand and summoned Shun'ou and Ayame. The two faeries quickly began their task of healing his wounds, the warm light brightening the room a bit as they did.]
You're welcome, Ishida-kun!
[As the wounds healed, and even the blood on the bandages disappeared, she relaxed a bit. Seeing her friends hurt was never easy. Not to mention the fact that she was never of much use -- she wasn't really able to fight or defend others, and there were plenty of other healers or doctors in the city. But right now she was glad she was able to help, if only a little.]
...What happened? I noticed the reiatsu, and...
[Orihime trailed off, sounding concerned but not wanting to force him to answer.]
action log!anti_buttonsSeptember 21 2008, 06:26:05 UTC
[Even now, she could sound so genuine, her voice as warm, as brightening as the light. Uryuu could only hope that the light in some way disguised the blush he knew from the heat in his cheeks. He swallowed, trying to force it down, thinking cool. At least he could focus on the process, wondrous and inexplicable, the way the pain simply disappeared.
Focus on that, and not the small, bizarre guilt - as if it would have been more fair to the Thunderwitch, in her last, to retain the scar. But no, he could not allow that sentimentality. Monster, he reminded himself.]
[ooc; aksdf Gotta go out to dinner with family, but I'll bbl!]
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but, I could use Inoue-san's help.
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As Orihime arrived at the door she hesitated for a second, before knocking once and letting herself in.]
Ishida-kun...?!
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Uryuu stood waiting in the kitchen, looking somewhat out of place in his tattered uniform, bloody and bruised, standing beside a stove with its teapot steaming. Always tea? Why not. At the sound of the door - of course unlocked, because any person he would have reason to worry over would never be stopped by a door - he called,]
Ah, in here, Inoue-san.
[And she would see him, his left shoulder mangled; the gouge bleeding through the gauze, the bone obviously broken in more than one piece. His neck bore some ten raw, bloodied marks from her nails, and the back of his uniform was torn, in ribbons]
I'm afraid the tea isn't .. quite ready yet.
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Ishida-kun, this isn't the time for tea! You're hurt!
[Orihime walked over to him, taking a closer look at his wounds. The shoulder was what caught most of her attention, and she visibly winced.]
Ishida-kun, please sit down.
[She pointed to a chair, now looking more serious.]
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... It's merely a flesh wound.
[He settled on that, despite knowing that it wasn't quite that at all.]
Thank you for coming so promptly, Inoue-san.
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You're welcome, Ishida-kun!
[As the wounds healed, and even the blood on the bandages disappeared, she relaxed a bit. Seeing her friends hurt was never easy. Not to mention the fact that she was never of much use -- she wasn't really able to fight or defend others, and there were plenty of other healers or doctors in the city. But right now she was glad she was able to help, if only a little.]
...What happened? I noticed the reiatsu, and...
[Orihime trailed off, sounding concerned but not wanting to force him to answer.]
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Focus on that, and not the small, bizarre guilt - as if it would have been more fair to the Thunderwitch, in her last, to retain the scar. But no, he could not allow that sentimentality. Monster, he reminded himself.]
The Thunderwitch.
[An easy answer; there was nothing to hide.]
We-- I finished it.
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