“Be careful,” she says steadily, hands continuing to move across Bazz-B’s abdomen and the massive wound. From the corner of her eye she watched as her friend bit down on his finger in order to keep from yelling out. More than once she’s seen patients injure themselves for needless reasons; she offered the warning so that she wouldn’t have to fix a broken finger on top of everything else.
During the procedure Kasimira allowed herself to study more of Bazz’s less serious injuries – including the amputation of his arm. There was a makeshift tourniquet already applied there, and it was fulfilling its job decently. The bleeding had slowed to a trickle… Perhaps, if Kasmira had access to the missing limb, she would be able to reattach it, but the chances of that were slim to none…
“Bazz-B, who wrapped your arm? That isn’t from your uniform.”
Kasimira had grown more worried about her friend losing consciousness than him not speaking the longer it was taking to close his wounds. Aside from all the surface damage, he was still bleeding internally and that took more time to deal with than anything else she was dealing with at the moment.
he merely GRUNTS in response. this much was fine, wasn’t it ? it’s not like he could do much else at the moment, but lay there as she worked on him, focusing on anything else but the DISCOMFORT the procedure caused him. this single action was the least he could be allowed, given that she hadn’t given him any anaesthetic.
still, he heaves out a shaky breath as he lets his arm fall, half lidded eyes staring up at the sky, TIRED for having to endure everything for so long. he could still feel the way her fingers danced on damaged skin, already feeling much more confident in his chances of survival. it made him wonder, really-- just how many she’d treated prior to himself, how many of them were still ALIVE.
-- ❝ ... jugo. ❞ he finally answers, a warm tone following the single word as it rolls off his tongue. with the name comes both a sense of CONCERN for his well being, as well as an URGE to see him, as if he’d revert back to the sternritter jugo if he was out of his sight for much longer ( though he knew full well that it should be okay-- that they would be alright, from now own ), ❝ ... he was here earlier. went to get supplies. ❞ words come short & raspy, STRAINED from the mere effort taken to speak.
-- ❝ i... still got stuff i gotta tell him. ❞
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