M35 (Clinic)

[forgot_it_all]

The intercom announcement didn't exactly make Ritsuka feel very safe. It was a blatant reference to Pandora and even if it wasn't, the message was ominous enough to send a chill down anyone's spine. Taking the notice, Ritsuka went over to the door and opened it cautiously. He didn't like the idea of forcing the Clinic on Nataku, but for now, he

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[31st_of_china]

Momo had turned away, as the newcomer stepped in.

Sanzo roughly wiped at the blood trickling from his nose, frowning at both the new woman and the man. Why the hell did it feel like he was getting ganged up on? It reminded him of the rare times when Goku, Gojyo and Hakkai actually managed to put up a united front. Sanzo had decided that he didn't care for it. He wasn't liking it now either.

At least the woman wasn't completely setting her foot down like the blond was. She seemed to recognize the urgency here, which was something Sanzo approved of. Instead of insisting, she was offering to do the best she could and step back. Which was just fine with him. The last thing he wanted right now was to roll over, even if each breath and little motion was killing him right now.

"Fine, do it," the monk told her. At least bandaging he could keep an eye on.

Sanzo's gaze switched to the man. If he'd meant for that to be a warning of where not to go, it wasn't working. It just gave him a clear picture of where to find that fucker. Running into him again was exactly the point.

What the hell was this about fire?

"I'm not your concern," Even if he'd taken the time to drag him here. Sanzo was his own responsibility in the end. He certainly wasn't going to hide in here. "I'm not letting Homura run around unchecked."

[rocksthecourt]

Stubborn. As expected with this type. It was tenacious, illogical people like this who healed quickly; then either died young or, by some miracle, lived longer lives than anyone else. And if the man had room to throw a fit in the state he was in, he would be just fine.

No matter. Klavier was sure the man wouldn't be leaving. It would be impressive if he could even manage to walk across the room after getting wrapped up, let alone go looking for a fight. Besides, the helpers seemed to be on his side. They likely wouldn't just let him up and leave.

"Perhaps," he said with a somewhat amused laugh. "But it might benefit you more to sit still until you've recovered. There's only so much one man is capable of." He placed his hands on his hips, suddenly all smiles out of nowhere. "But as you said, it's not supposed to be my concern, ja?" He turned his smile to the volunteer helpers as though expressing gratitude before turning back for the door.

Homura, hm? He could have sworn he'd heard that name before. It was so familiar. Whoever this was, it was a dangerous individual. One more person to look out for. Klavier couldn't very well let someone like that 'run around unchecked' himself.

These people. They have to make everything so complicated.

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[hajike_tobiume]

Momo glanced up when the blonde man passed by her on his way out. Hopefully, she'd be able to leave as well soon enough. At least the injured man was going to let Soma bind his torso.

Moving closer to the door, Momo leaned against the closet. How could that have happened? She'd never heard of healing kidou reversing like that. It wasn't happening to the other shinigami or any of the healers; she'd have heard about it by now. That meant it had to be her.

One thing she knew for certain - she wasn't going to try to heal anyone else. She was broken.

[madeinthehrl]

Soma nodded in silent approval as she got to work. If it had been her in the same situation, she couldn't have said she would have listened to reason as easily. It had taken the threat of sedation to get her to back down yesterday.

She hadn't done this since basic training; pilots got their share of broken ribs from being thrown around their cockpits, but she'd never actually had to do any of the work in the field. The HRL hadn't created her to be a medic. As far as she knew, broken ribs weren't even supposed to be bound any more - why bother when they could be regenerated? - but this man seemed dead set on walking with them. The best she could do was try to keep the bones from shifting.

She stepped back at last, surveying her work with some hesitation. The gauze had been inexpertly wrapped around Sanzo's chest, but it held without restricting his breathing and she supposed it would have to do.

"I should tell you not to move too much with that," she said simply, "but I think you would probably ignore me anyway."

[31st_of_china]

The monk sat still while she got to work. She was quick, efficient, even if the wrapping itself wasn't done with exactly the same clinical care that Hakkai might've put into it. It bound his chest enough to bring it down to a dull ache. It'd have to do.

The woman took a step back, seemingly checking the bandages, before giving one last warning. Unlike that man, she recognized that he didn't have the time or patience to lie back and wait.

"Noted."

Sanzo closed his eyes, sucked in another small breath that didn't quite go down, and pushed himself to his feet. The monk swayed a little. But he was on his feet, and it was a start. He was alive still, and he knew where he needed to go.

He gave the woman a small nod of thanks as he passed. Momo, Sanzo gave one last lingering glance, face unreadable as he unsteadily walked out.

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[hajike_tobiume]

The shinigami was unable to look up as the man passed by her in his determination to chase after whatever, whomever, had originally injured him. She simply stepped back to make sure he had more than enough room to get by her small frame. It wasn't needed, but she was afraid that even her touch would hurt him at this point.

Once he was out the door, then Momo looked up at his back just before he disappeared from sight. Drawing a deep breath, she turned her blind side toward Soma. "Shall we?"

[madeinthehrl]

Soma watched silently as the injured man walked out. She hadn't really treated him by any stretch of the imagination; she only hoped that the bandages would hold. It was a strange thing to feel so inadequate so soon.

As for Hinamori - Soma still wasn't sure what to think about everything, now that she actually had time to process what had just happened. Regardless of whatever those powers had done, it was hard for her to deny that they were just that - powers - and she had no idea how to react. She wasn't even sure whether the man's injuries worsening had been intentional, though the feelings practically radiating off of Hinamori made her lean strongly toward the latter. In that case, what had happened?

Hinamori's voice broke off her train of thought. Soma straightened, nodding slightly. "Yes, ma'am."

[hajike_tobiume]

Momo nodded her head and left the Clinic, away from another place of failure. She didn't even look back, though she felt this may be the last time she ever set foot inside the place of healing. She wasn't capable of that anymore, thus she didn't belong there.

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