Room 330 | Tuesday Afternoon

[thegreywaren]

Eventually, insomnia (that's what Ronan was going to blame it on, at least) caught up to him. Eventually, he had to sleep. And even though he'd fought it for so long, he also had to dream.

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[wildandbrave]

Cosette had heard the shout from down the hall right as she'd gotten out of the stairwell, but it wasn't until she opened the door and spotted Ronan that she realized where it might have come from.

"Is everything all right?" she asked, quickly shutting the door behind her again.

Which -- clearly -- it wasn't, but it seemed rude to open with a politer version of 'you look terrible.'

[thegreywaren]

"Why wouldn't it be?" Ronan asked, pressing the shirt hard against the bleeding claw marks on his shoulder and suppressing a wince. "Just having a nice wake up after a nice nap."

Sure, sure, that was it.

[wildandbrave]

Cosette crossed her arms and gave him a stern look. "And did you manage to hurt yourself before you had that nice nap, by any chance?"

[thegreywaren]

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Ronan asked, amused and avoiding the question. He was talented like that.

[wildandbrave]

"Because you're doing a terrible job of lying," Cosette informed him. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

[thegreywaren]

"No," he said firmly. "I'm fine. It's just a scratch. I'll get a band-aid and have someone kiss it and make it all better."

[wildandbrave]

"Well, you'll have to take care of the latter yourself, but I'm sure I can find a bandage for you," Cosette said, and glanced at the t-shirt he was using. "Since you can't very well go about holding that to your shoulder all day."

[thegreywaren]

"You've got bandages lying around?" Ronan asked. Even if he wasn't about to accept much help, he could take bandage and slap it on his shoulder. "Didn't know you were such a Girl Scout."

[wildandbrave]

"I'm hardly as well stocked as the clinic might be, but I get my fair share of papercuts working in the library, and it never hurts to have some on hand. It's much easier nowadays, too, than having to tear up sheets for linen like I might have had to do at home," Cosette told him, already rummaging through her desk drawers. She held up a standard bandage strip, then glanced quizzically at Ronan. "Will this suit? I've bigger ones if you need those."

[thegreywaren]

"It's fine." Honestly, he didn't know if it was fine or not. But, he didn't want to owe anyone anything. "Better turn away. I don't want you to get queasy or nauseous."

Blood could be pretty gross, apparently.

[wildandbrave]

"A little blood's hardly going to make me nauseous," Cosette said, frowning, and held the bandage out to him. "But here, I'll turn around anyway if you're so worried about me seeing."

[thegreywaren]

"I'm not worried. I just don't wanna look at puke." So eloquent. So eloquent. "It's gross. Smells bad too."

But, he also didn't want to really explain claw marks so he kept the shirt on his shoulder for a little while longer. To make sure the blood was stopped.

[wildandbrave]

"If that's what you're expecting, then I'm sorry to say you'll be disappointed." But Cosette was nice like that, so she did turn around anyway. "You don't want something to clean that up first, or some ointment?"

It was a nice little first aid kit.

[thegreywaren]

"Ointment?" He made it sound like it was some foreign word. He wasn't great with first aid. He just didn't really care.

[wildandbrave]

Cosette nodded, forgetting that she was still turned away and the gesture probably couldn't be seen. "Yes, it's supposed to help you heal a little faster. I'd almost think you've never gotten injured before, all of this seems so confusing to you."

[thegreywaren]

"Not confusing. Just not important," he told her, shrugging. He had plenty of scars on his wrists to prove he'd been injured. But, he peeled the shirt away and winced. "Okay yeah, I can use some of that. I'd rather not get some infection."