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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[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.]