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♟Patching up a wound
Tomoe.She tried her best, but sometimes she just ended up getting hurt. Theshattered quinque she had been using was another form of proof –and Tatara tried not to think on that. It would be so disappointingfor her to lose one of hercollection. So his lips remained sealed on that matter.
It was a deep wound – not quiteall the way through, but at least to the bone – right in the miffleof her shoulder. Even though they healed faster than humans, Tatarawent at it like a human would – disinfectant, dryingit. A small army of medical supplies set out by his hand; he reachedfor a cloth to dry the wound carefully, gritting his teeth at theslightest wince that betrayed the pain.
“I'm not going to pack it. You'llheal fast enough for that to not be necessary.” He didn't add the'I think' to the end of it, knowing that wasn't an entirely goodsign.
He was not the best at this care andpatch up the wounded deal. He was usually the one causing the wounds,and treated his own with just a slapped-on bandage and deal. But hedid want to do this –he did, begrudgingly, care about his subordinate.
He was trying his best – justlightly prodding and pressing things into place with his fingertips –to layer the gauze over the hole. It didn't take long at all for thepristine white to bloomcrimson – another layer. Another one. That seemed to be enough.
“I'll bring you some food too.Just try not to move that shoulder too much – use your other hand.”
He wasn't nice enough to feedher.
