003 \\ Kinomoto Touya // [Video/Voice]

[another_dayjob]

[Touya's right hand is wrapped in an ace bandage he found in his drawer. He's an athlete, he's no stranger to injuries, he's got ace bandages and first aide stuff all over the place, that's also where he got the icepack the bandage is holding against his hand. But his hand clearly is no better off for the bandage.]

Is anyone here a doctor?

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[In Person]

[demon_andbutler]

[Oh, this is an interesting development, to say the least.]

I don't believe there is, sir. Perhaps I may be of assistance?

[Don't mind him, he's just standing behind you with a tea tray. That's totally the reason he's in the parlour at all, and just happened upon you purely by chance, Touya.]

[In Person]

[another_dayjob]

[Yeah he's totally unsurprised. He knew you were coming. Touya looks over his shoulder at him, barely moving his head. He doesn't want your tea or your help.]

No.

[In Person]

[demon_andbutler]

[Sebastian puts the tray down on a nearby table and does a decent facsimile of concern for Touya's swelling hand. He comes closer, inspecting the wound as he approaches. It looks like the boy punched a brick wall.]

It's true I'm no physician, but I could at least bandage it properly. It's not easy treating oneself, especially when the hand bears the injury.

[In Person]

[another_dayjob]

[Yup. Or something even harder. He doesn't move to hide the injury, Sebastian's already seen it, hiding it might make Sebastian feel intimidating or superior.]

I can handle it.

[He's an athlete with a sport in every season, he's had a long list of injuries and he's used to shrugging off pain. Something like this his father would probably have to drag him to a doctor it's just that it's been two days and it's still swollen.]

[in person]

[yuekito]

[Yukito had seen the video and, luckily enough, knows how to find the parlor by memory. He pauses by the doorway, frowning slightly, before he immediately approaches Touya, concern written clearly across his face.]

Do you think it's broken?

[in person]

[another_dayjob]

[Touya doesn't even pretend to be surprised but turns to face him. Seeing the concern softens the features on his face, and he licks his lips as if he's going to say something. His planned assurances aren't going to work when Yukito looks that scared. And he's not going to lie. He takes a moment to gather up his thoughts. He's more upset by the look on Yukito's face than his hand.]

I don't know. [Pause] It might be.

[He remembers when he broke his leg, in his memory that had hurt far more than this, but it was a similar sort of pain. He's hoping for a sprain, which he's done too, years ago he sprained his ankle playing soccer. But the quiet thought that it MIGHT be broken was overwhelming the idea that it COULD be sprained. Even rational Touya can occasionally fall victim to suggestion. He kicks the chair across from him out, an invitation for Yukito to sit down.]

[in person]

[yuekito]

[Yukito winces empathetically, not taking the chair just yet. He wants to inspect Touya's hand first, which he's going to do by gently taking his friend's wrist, not actually touching any of the bruises or damaged parts. He gives a quiet sigh, obviously wishing that there was something that he could do.]

You should be more careful.

[It's not chiding or reprimanding, just a statement of fact: he doesn't like to see Touya hurt.]

Is there an infirmary?

[in person]

[another_dayjob]

Mm.

[That's all he gets for "be careful." He doesn't move his hand out of Yukito's grip. There's something very nice about having him hold it. Something comforting about his fingers.]

[Touya shrugs]

In the basement, I think.

[He woke up in the chem lab two weeks ago, but got a glimpse of what looked like a hospital through a door.]