[INCOMPLETE]

[treastening]

Who: Lucrecia, Kadaj.
When: right after this.
Where: the church.
Rating: PG, atm.
Warnings: LU'S A WARNING ALL ON HER OWN. ♥ And Kadaj is still very much himself.
Summary: Kadaj went to the hospital for whatever reason and got himself injured. Lu, being her motherly ANYTHING BUT MOTHERLY self, sets off to tend to him. lol, yeah. We get a kick out

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[paramounted]

As Kadaj had said, the hospital was an interesting place. Nii-san had assigned all SOLDIERs there (where else would he be placed?) and though he had said go in pairs, Kadaj had opted to go in by himself. Following the map until there was no map left, and then he had just wandered aimlessly for those three hours required, fighting monsters that no amount of Zack's underlining, bolding and exclaiming could have really prepared anyone for. (And he had been right; those three hours had seem far, far longer than only that

[treastening]

Even in the poor light, she could tell that he was, in fact, still in one piece, which did (admittedly) relieve her some. But, ah, it was also rather obvious that he had been fighting and that he probably hadn't had the best of luck throughout the entire process. She moved forward a step, then another, then another, until she was falling into a smooth pattern, footsteps echoing off the open walls and ceiling of the church. She slowed when she was only a couple feet from him, resting the small kit down on a pew next to her, before turning back to him. Studying and observing -- careful, as always, with a frown tugging the corners of her mouth down some.

"I was worried," she said lightly, blue eyes lingering on the barest bits of the wound on his shoulder blade that she could catch from where she was standing. They drifted over after a second, past smooth leather and sharp collarbones, up over his chin until she could meet his gaze. "And I--"

But then she stopped. Stopped, because she wasn't really sure what to say. Knew what she

[paramounted]

If Kadaj had a reaction to Lucrecia touching him (and he did; he always did), he did not show it in the least. He did not lean into it, nor did he pull away, and his gaze was still bright and intense, but entirely unreadable. He'd give nothing away, and perhaps that was simply what Kadaj had decided was best. Perhaps he was just following Lucrecia's example of keeping silent, acting as though nothing was out of the ordinary between the to the best of his ability.

"I told you I was fine," he responded, as though she hadn't begun to say something and cut herself off. (Not that he wasn't curious, of course, but when wasn't he curious when it came to Lucrecia anymore? So very little that she said or did seemed to make sense anymore, so maybe he'd just stopped allowing himself to wonder about it too much. Enough to ask questions all the time, anyways.)

... Kadaj didn't like having worried her, though. He wished that she had just listened to him and left it at that. He had been truthful, after all; he was fine. He had no sort of wound

[treastening]

For several minutes, her eyes stayed focused on the ceiling, on the different points of stone all stretched carefully above her. Might have even started counting every little corner, every little hidden space, but then. Then she was looking back down, focusing on his face, on his eyes, on bright strands of hair that never failed to have her staring. Those same eyes flicked down a little, back toward the wound on his shoulder, and again, another frown was pulling at her lips. Nothing. Well, it certainly didn't seem like nothing, did it? Didn't really look like it, either.

"It could get infected," she replied, finally, and though it was stated in an almost matter-of-fact way, it seemed empty. A little distracted, and muddled, and off-balance. Not entirely on center. It echoed, much like her footsteps did, throughout the frozen air, threatening to shatter the atmosphere about them with every time she blinked, every time she pretended nothing was different, when everything was shifting and changing about her