Oh, some say, in life, you're gonna get what you give - but some things only God can forgive

[georgeous]

[ It's quiet in the hospital after this trial. Time passes and there are no notes slipped under doors.

The eerie silence reflects the horrors that have been witnessed today. More than any other week, there is a lingering understanding that there are thing regrouping and cooperation will never be able to fix.

There are 7 dead to mourn. No amount of funeral will bring them back.

The rules George has posted to the kitchen at the start of the week have been kicked over. ]

((ooc: This is not a week for any amount of partying, no matter how little, so here is the after-moping. Tell us where your character mopes, group together to mope together, etc...))

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[preciousking]

[ Hm? He blinks a little slowly as he focuses back onto Danny. After that, he glances at the hand holding the letter. Ah. That. ]

... Why? You didn't do it. [ Technically, he did it to himself. ]

[doctorize]

[At that, Danny manages a slightly self-deprecating smile.]

I'll have to respectfully disagree in that regard, seeing as I was the one who caused it to happen.

[But then he frowns again as he sees the blood bleeding through.]

May I see it? I want to make sure that it will properly heal here.

[It's the least he could do, after all.]

[preciousking]

[ And so he shrugs! It's up to Danny if he wants to feel guilty about it (and he would say as much too, if not for the request to see his hand), Mikoto genuinely doesn't seem to care what happened. If he did, he probably wouldn't have approached Danny at all during the votes.

It could be he respects Danny for being willing to fight, even if he didn't exactly care for having shit thrust in his face. Who knows. ]

I already took care of it. [ Quite well, clearly! After a short pause, he clicks his tongue anyway, takes the note and box with his other hand, and holds his injured hand out. The bandages are, again, tight! There doesn't seem to be any gauze underneath them. ] Just don't touch it.

[doctorize]

[Danny considers the request... for about three seconds before he is reaching out to (gently) hold it here before Mikoto can retract it.]

This is tied too tight, nor do I see any gauze underneath... I hate to say it, but it looks like you might need stitches.

[preciousking]

[ He does jerk his hand back, though not far. It moved roughly an inch away at most before he stopped himself from trying to pull away harder. ]

... Then I'll fix it. I've seen someone do stitches before, I can figure it out. [ He's staring at his hand now, not Danny. ]

[doctorize]

... Yeah, no, we're getting this taken care of now before you end up losing too much blood in some half-assed attempt to do it yourself.

[And just like that, he adjusts his hold to Mikoto's wrist here and proceeds to start pulling him along toward the infirmary.]

[preciousking]

[ That's going to be a problem 'cause Mikoto ain't budging. The hand is one thing, but dragging him around is another. He's not gonna be easy to move without some kind of fight. ]

No.

[doctorize]

[Not letting go, but also not pulling either as he turns back to face him.]

You do want your hand to stop bleeding, don't you? The fastest way for that to happen is to go to the infirmary and get the stitches done now.

[preciousking]

[ As a test, he starts to pull his arm back to him. He's not using a lot of strength so if Danny insists on holding on tight, he'll stop. ]

Doesn't bother me right now, and sooner or later it'll stop on its own.

[doctorize]

No, it won't. Not in this condition, anyway.

[He pokes Mikoto in the chest with his other hand here now...]

And frankly, I don't think anyone here wants yet another person to die or even be at risk of death today.

[preciousking]

[ He couldn't care less what other people want. Besides, he doesn't expect to die from something like this. ... granted, he didn't think he'd be hurt by the scalpel either.

Tch. ]

Fine, you can treat it. But I'm not following you anywhere. [ ... ] And if something happens to you, it's your own fault.

[doctorize]

... Fine.

[He lets go of Mikoto's wrist.]

I'll be back in about five minutes with the supplies needed. Wait here, then, if that's what you prefer.

[preciousking]

[ Danny hears no response, which is fine. If Mikoto isn't saying "no" then generally he's okay with something. Or indifferent enough to let it be.

Presumably, Danny heads off then Mikoto turns around and re-enters his room. He shuts the door behind him—but not completely. It's still open a crack.

As he waits, he's going to lie on the bed like a sack of potatoes with his back to the door. Survival instincts, he's got them. ]

[doctorize]

[... Somehow, we shouldn't be surprised by this with Mikoto "grab the blade by the sharp pointy part" Suoh.

But anyway, he's back, and while a lesser person (or Danny in a more teasing, happier mood) would absolutely take advantage of a turned back to sneak up on them, he instead clears his throat at the door here when he returns with the supplies to get Mikoto's attention.]

[preciousking]

[ The sharp pointy part is the best place to grab things though! It makes it so easy for someone to slice your hand open by pulling it away because seriously it's a hand to grip!

Ahem.

In response, Mikoto holds up his injured hand. He's currently inclined to being a lazy bum but if Danny asks nicely he'll get up. ]

[doctorize]

[Danny isn't really in a mood to care just yet, so instead he puts the supplies on the desk, and then drags the desk chair closer to the bed so that he can work here.]

This might sting a little.

[And that's about all the warning you're getting when he removes the wrappings to get a proper look at the injury itself, and then begins to start attempting to clean away excess blood and disinfect the wound before doing the actual stitching itself.]

[preciousking]

[ Mikoto makes a sound that might as well be a "yes." It's approval despite not being an actual word.

The injuries themselves are what you'd expect from someone who, well, grabbed the sharp pointy end of a scalpel with exactly no regard for themselves then squeezed tight. Good luck with that Danny! At the very least, Danny can probably tell disinfectant was used. Mikoto can do that much, it seems!

Every now and then his fingers twitch or curl either on reflex or out of discomfort. Not because of the injuries either.

In time, Mikoto speaks up! ] You done yet?

[doctorize]

[Thank God someone other than Danny gives a damn about Tetanus here... which feels like a thought he shouldn't have with Corrin gone now, but there it is.

Either way, it helps make the process go by faster in getting the stitches done.]

Almost... okay, that should do it. [But before allowing Mikoto to take his hand back, Danny points to the stitches here.] I'm going to wrap a bandage around your hand, but during the first two days, you are going to have to be careful about making sure the stitches don't get wet. After that, I would suggest only using a rag and cold water to gently dab the area around the stitches, avoid actually touching them directly. Otherwise, I'll have to redo them.

[Understand?]

[preciousking]

[ It's almost like Danny knows what he's planning to do. 'cause he sure as shit was gonna reel his hand in like it was some kind of treasure that apparently he thinks is shit enough to hurt but also valuable enough not to give away to other people. This makes sense, both in concept and as a sentence.

The directions, however, receive no reply for a few long seconds. ]

... Got it. [ There's a 50% chance he will follow these instructions. ]

[doctorize]

... Good. That means it'll be less of a hassle for both of us when it comes time to remove them.

[IE unless you want Danny being annoying about this, you should follow those instructions.

Anyway, he's going to finish wrapping the bandage around Mikoto's hand before he'll finally let him take his hand back.]

[preciousking]

[ That's Future Mikoto's problem, not Current Mikoto's problem. He'll... try? But he's also cutting a fruit in QQ's thread so the chances aren't great.

Cough. He retracts his hand and closes his eyes, content to ignore Danny now that his work is done.

... Then again. ] Thanks. [ Soft (for him), genuine.

Now he's content to ignore Danny. ]

[doctorize]

You're welcome.

[And Danny will take his leave. He will, however, also leave extra bandages on the desk here just in case Mikoto needs to replace the other ones for whatever reason.]