Night 60: General Storage

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[From here.]The door yielded almost too easily and opened at her second attempt with an audible crack. Tear instantly brought the fontech's beam into the interior, eyes and ears open for any aggressors. It wasn't until she was able to confirm their absence that the soldier finally shifted her attention to Mikado. "Alright," she started. "There

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A surface wound required the barest of preparations to treat. Without gels, however, she had to settle for protecting the wound so that it could heal on its own. The task also required utilizing bandages and a tube of disinfectant from a foreign world; she would have to spend a minute looking over the labels on both to ensure nothing was missed. "Yes, I am still human," answered Tear, attention obviously divided between Mikado and the procedure. She then began to examine Mikado's hand for patches of dirt or other matter and was pleased to find it was mostly clean.

Anywhere else, she might have dragged the boy to a sink for a thorough washing of his hand, but given the state of this place, Tear opted not to risk him to further infection. Therefore, she began to uncap the tube of disinfectant for application. "Though I'm not entirely certain if our composition is the same. The particles that make up this world is vastly different from mine," came the continuation. Carefully, she squeezed a few dabs of the cream onto Mikado's palm, taking extra precaution to not let her fingers touch either the disinfectant or the injured area.

Finished and satisfied, Tear took to unwrapping the bandage and gently placed it over the scrape. "There," she stated, mouth carrying the hint of a smile. "You should be good for tonight." There was a thoughtful pause. "Let's continue our conversation in a less enclosed area. It will be easier to defend ourselves in the hallway than here."

[To here.]