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╰┈➤ You decide to lend Jin Sagami a hand at the school infirmary after a rowdy MDM live injured a number of students. As a volunteer, you took care of quite a few minor injuries— but you were surprised to see Mika Kagehira as one of the patients.
MILD BLOOD(small scrapes) WARNING!!! ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Your fingers pressed formerly white gauze into a gash wound along your forearm, one that leaked trace amounts of blood. While hurriedly wrapping your arm in beige-colored roller bandaging. The prominent ring of the antiseptic you had been instructed to use sent a small ripple of surprise through your body. Either way, you had patients to tend to.
You lifted your head from your injury while your teacher, Jin Sagami, rushed around the counters of the infirmary. He gathered the items you had previously used to cover your own wound. "Is your arm feeling good enough to keep working?" He questioned, his hair visibly unruly. Both you and him had stayed overtime the night prior to tend to injured students. You were astounded that Eichi Tenshouin would take his schemes this far. "Yes," you replied confidently. "My wound is fine. I'll write down the patients that I'm taking over for." You said as you rushed towards a clipboard nearby. You snatched it in your dominant hand, wincing at the small feeling of pins and needles in your arm.
With your pen, you quickly sat down on a swivel-y stool as you wrote down several patient names. You then hung the clip of the board on the end of the infirmary bed frame. "Hello," you quietly said to the resting patient. They flinched before rising. "How are your wounds feeling?" You asked them. They briefly shifted their body to feel their injuries. "Much better. Thank you, ___." They calmly replied, though they looked and sounded exhaustion. You nodded your head. "Great. I just need to disinfect the cut on your wrist one more time, is that okay?" You gathered the disinfecting wipes off of the nightstand beside their assigned bed. The patient heaved a sigh. "Okay. Sorry about this. Everyone told me not to go, but I didn't listen." They shamefully confessed under their breath while sitting up in the neatly made bed.
You ripped open the packaging of the disinfectant, tossing the remains of the package into a nearby trash bin. "Please stay still," you leaned forwards to begin unraveling their injury. The gauze fell to the white bedsheets, revealing its red and brown colors from oxidized blood and fresh blood alike. "Hmm.. okay, here we go. It might sting a bit, but if the pain is too bad, I'll wash it out." They nodded their head slowly as they focused on their wound to observe the pain. "It's not awful.." they quietly murmured. "Perfect," you began to place a fresh gauze pad against their wound. The bleeding had slowed, thankfully. You and Jin were both concerned about them needing stitches, which was not a tool that the school simply had lying around. You'd need to transfer them to a hospital, and you'd hate to see that transpire of an innocent performance. "Let me know if there is any pain."
