"To All Reever Wennhams"

[kanda_da]

As usual, the grunt work at the clinic falls to this Kanda, the apprentice medic. He's posting flyers around the Dressing Room.

To All Reever Wennhams

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[salvatrice]

::He's wandering on his own for once, and stops at the sight of Kanda putting up a sign, a brow raising in question::

...You're needing help with something?

[kanda_da]

Me? No. But you might "need help" if you end up in the clinic and need a transfusion. Then you'd be up a fucking creek.

[tacks up another notice]

[salvatrice]

I'm confused.

::there's a frown and he moves over to the sign, tapping on it::

You need... donations of blood from versions of me? Did something happen?

[kanda_da]

More than one thing happened. Some asshole is out fucking up Reevers for kicks, the Noah Daisya attacks already put a dent in the supply, and now we have a smartass with a "liver-lac" who's bleeding so fast they have trouble keeping up.

[salvatrice]

I...

::he swallows hard, trying to gather his courage::

I can help out if you'd like. Donate some, I mean.

[kanda_da]

[Kanda regards him for a moment]

You're gonna chicken out if you have to wait too long, aren't you? Come on.

[Kanda grabs at his sleeve to pull him to the clinic]

[salvatrice]

Or something like that.

::there's a nervous laugh as he's dragged along with him, looking around the clinic quietly, having never had to come here before::

[kanda_da]

[Kanda tries pushing him toward a chair in the exam room. The clinic has a front area with exam tables and supplies to take care of routine injuries. There are several beds in another area, an operating room, and a lot of modern medical equipment lying around.]

Do you want a blindfold?

[salvatrice]

A b-blindfold?

::there's a look of surprise as he gets pushed into the chair, a bit of nervousness starting up in his stomach::

Is it that bad to donate? I mean...

[kanda_da]

You'd barely notice, unless you freak out at the sight of needles. If you're going to do that, tell me. If you faint you'll become a "patient" instead of a "blood donor," and nobody will enjoy that.

[salvatrice]

I... can't say I've ever given blood so I really don't know if I'll freak out. ::gives a sheepish little laugh:: But precautions can't be bad, right?

[kanda_da]

[Kanda tosses Reever a thick ace-bandage to tie around his eyes.] The nurses make fun of me for shit like this, but there's no fucking way I'll suddenly develop a "bedside manner."

You'll just have to settle for competent technique. [Kanda starts digging things out of a drawer]

[salvatrice]

::he reaches up to catch the bandage, blinking at Kanda before letting out a little laugh:: If you did that, I'd wonder if you were getting sick or something.

::he laughs again, watching him dig things out of the drawer, quiet for a moment:: Just make sure... to use my left arm. If that's fine, I mean.

[kanda_da]

Of course it's fine. Why do you care, though? [raises an eyebrow]

[salvatrice]

Ah, well it's just...

::he shifts, pushing his shirtsleeve up on his right arm so the shard of Innocence buried in his wrist can be seen:: I'm having enough troubles with it as it is without pricking the arm with a needle. ::laughs just a bit::

[kanda_da]

[Kanda examines it, fascinated.]

That's pretty fucking cool. You're a parasite-type?