Doctor, ain't there nothing I can take [Closed]
Characters: Isa [beforethescar] and Hojo [unsoundmind]
Content:Isa got injured and is in need of stitches
Setting: The infirmary
Time: During the painting monster attacks, after the thread with Bu-ling
Warnings: Hojo's bedside manner is awful.
The bleeding wouldn't stop.
Isa frowned, looking down at the ragged wound on his leg. The monster's claws had been sharp, and it had been fast, and he'd been too slow. He'd realised at the time that he'd probably have to visit the infirmary, but he'd hoped to avoid it regardless. If he went there he'd have to deal with that cranky old man, or the weird old lady, who wasn't all that old but Isa was fifteen and anything over twenty five seemed ancient to him, or the... other one.
None of them were a happy thought, but the bleeding really wasn't stopping. He'd cleaned his injuries up as best he could with water, and wrapped a towel around it, but the towel was starting to soak through.
He was going to start feeling lightheaded if he left it much longer. The bleeding was a lot slower than it had been, especially when he'd washed it, but...
It was too long and too deep. He was going to have a scar. His mother was going to kill him.
He glanced at his sword, propped up by the door. If he ran into another one, he wanted to be able to protect himself. He wrapped his leg up again, took his sword, and made his way to the infirmary.
When he got there, the door wouldn't open. A moment of panic ran through him as he wondered where the doctors were, and he banged on the doors. "Anyone in there?" He really wanted someone to be in there, not because he really wanted to spend time being belittled and condescended to by any of the doctors, but because if there was no one here he'd have to go to Lea's room, and Lea would freak if Isa bled over it.
Not because of his stuff, either, Isa thought, guiltily.
Content:Isa got injured and is in need of stitches
Setting: The infirmary
Time: During the painting monster attacks, after the thread with Bu-ling
Warnings: Hojo's bedside manner is awful.
The bleeding wouldn't stop.
Isa frowned, looking down at the ragged wound on his leg. The monster's claws had been sharp, and it had been fast, and he'd been too slow. He'd realised at the time that he'd probably have to visit the infirmary, but he'd hoped to avoid it regardless. If he went there he'd have to deal with that cranky old man, or the weird old lady, who wasn't all that old but Isa was fifteen and anything over twenty five seemed ancient to him, or the... other one.
None of them were a happy thought, but the bleeding really wasn't stopping. He'd cleaned his injuries up as best he could with water, and wrapped a towel around it, but the towel was starting to soak through.
He was going to start feeling lightheaded if he left it much longer. The bleeding was a lot slower than it had been, especially when he'd washed it, but...
It was too long and too deep. He was going to have a scar. His mother was going to kill him.
He glanced at his sword, propped up by the door. If he ran into another one, he wanted to be able to protect himself. He wrapped his leg up again, took his sword, and made his way to the infirmary.
When he got there, the door wouldn't open. A moment of panic ran through him as he wondered where the doctors were, and he banged on the doors. "Anyone in there?" He really wanted someone to be in there, not because he really wanted to spend time being belittled and condescended to by any of the doctors, but because if there was no one here he'd have to go to Lea's room, and Lea would freak if Isa bled over it.
Not because of his stuff, either, Isa thought, guiltily.