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[craters]

Want an impromptu medical lesson?

[janescayre]

This is incredibly ominous?

What did you do?

[brb hustling on over IMMEDIATELY]

[craters]

Sparring match. I need to stitch something up. It's not serious.

I'm still about ten minutes away. Meet you there?

[janescayre]

It's colder than the Ice Age already and you're just going out to fight people?

You're such a pain in the neck. I seriously doubt that I can handle stitches but I'm practically here already. If I vomit on you, you only have yourself to blame.

[craters]

If you vomit on me you can get experience cleaning biological matter out of a wound!

[janescayre]

Your optimism will be the end of you someday.

Okay I'm at the door.

[standing around in seven layers, looking like the Michelin Man. Only the glasses set in the tight-tied hood provide a glimpse of the grumpus within.]

[craters]

There's a key under the red plant.

Just open the door very slowly and step over the tripwire.

（ ... what? she doesn't want her standing out in the cold. ）

[janescayre]

What happens if I step on the trip wire?

[craters]

You get tied up.

[janescayre]

Well I guess that's better than setting off another bomb.

[fetching that key, slowly, this parka be thick]

[craters]

'Another' bomb? Is there something I should know about that?

[janescayre]

Not here, back home. It's the easiest way to kill people and destroy evidence in one blow.

I'm in, I'll try to get things ready for you. Where's your supplies?

[craters]

（ girl... sakura files that away under the to be asked about later and then: ）

In the bathroom, there's a basket of supplies under the sink.

A pot of hot water wouldn't go amiss, but I'm not too far away now.

[janescayre]

[😬]

All right. I'll set it all up. Do you need help getting in?

[Which part of her is injured...]

[craters]

No, I'm all right. ETA 4 minutes.

（ she's just a bit stiff. the pain itself is easy to ignore. apologies to her soulmate who is probably somewhere brooding over it, oop. ）

[janescayre]

Okay. Don't trip and rip it open on the way.

[Since she's so determined to make a nuisance of herself.

Fukawa has shed her cocoon of down and wool and waterproofed accessories, setting them in a heap to the side of the door. She's got the pot on, and will be bent over yanking that basket from under the sink by the time the other girl arrives.]

Th-that was quick.

[craters]

（ when she comes through the door, she bends to unhook the tripwire, coiling it into a loop that she then hangs carefully on the wall.

she looks more-or-less okay, if somewhat tired, dark smudges beneath her eyes despite the few hours of sleep she'd caught in d's soul room. she undoes the clasp on her winter coat, drapes it over the back of the nearest chair and takes off her shoes. the way she does it, stiff and guarded on one side, indicates that the injury is likely to her left thigh. ）

I don't want to be out in that weather any more than I have to be!

（ still, she sounds cheerful even as she's gathering up the supplies fukawa brought out of the bathroom. given the way the claw marks curve around the back of her leg, there's not really any easy or comfortable way to sit so she can easily access the entire length of the laceration, so for ease of cleaning she just spreads a towel out on the floor and drops down on it, beginning the process of peeling off the quick bandage and dressing she'd applied hours earlier, carefully tucked so as not to wick the blood away. as she works — ）

Thank you for coming on short notice. I appreciate it.

[janescayre]

It's n-not like I'd let you bleed to death.

[No matter that it seems far from a likely possibility. She follows Sakura like a cumbersome duckling, settling on the floor beside her and giving apprehensive glances to that stiff leg.

Sakura isn't having a lick of trouble though. She sounds airy as a feather in the breeze, a total one-eighty from the last time she invaded her space. Is that a show she's putting on to make her feel better?]

Are you g-gonna tell me what happened before I have to stick my f-fingers inside you?

[craters]

（ that gets a bit of a laugh, and a shake of her head. ）

I told you, just sparring. With someone named Grimmjow. I told him not to hold back, and he didn't.

（ the dressing is peeled away, revealing a series of clawmarks that scored her skin, definitely down through layers of muscle and fat, nearly to the bone. it looks... messy, but the marks are at least far enough apart that there's enough stability to stitch it all up. ）

[janescayre]

Grimmjow? [wasn't that one of the guys with a weird Soulidarity profile? Outside of the other dozen weirdos.

Make that an ultra weirdo.

The wound is exposed and Fukawa yelps, falling back on the heels of her palms.]

Wh-what the hell?! Was he a werewolf when he fought you?!

[craters]

（ she shakes her head faintly, reaching for that hot water to tug it closer. she begins the process of cleaning out the wound, pinkish blood sluicing from the lacerations to the towel. ）

No, but he does have claws. I don't quite know what he is, truth be told.

（ powerful, though. but while she accepts that she lost that fight, she doesn't feel so outmatches as to be afraid of facing him again. she'd broken through what he called hierro, after all. ）

[janescayre]

Th-then you should stay away from him, obviously! He practically t-took your leg off!

[which is why she has blanched to the gills and turned her head away to regain composure. It comes to her in paltry gasps, and she's biting her knuckle for a good few seconds.]

Is y-your healing p-power....can it help something that d-deep?

[craters]

Trust me, he didn't walk away without injuries either. This is nothing.

（ she's been stabbed through the midriff before. her leg's a long way away from her heart. ）

I can heal it, but I'm pretty low on chakra right now. I'd rather not waste what I've got on something that isn't lethal. Stitching it up is fine for now, and in a few days I'll heal it properly. .

[janescayre]

That's not the point.

[Meatheads. Infuriating, all of them. Sakura may be smarter than the average athlete but she was clearly just as bone-headed.]

Wh-what's the use of a deus ex machina if it never works? [Fukawa swallows thickly, chancing a glance back to the other girl. Then realizing, abrupt:] I-I'll go wash my hands!

[She's up and off, breathing deep with relief. As she lathers them in the sink she realizes the pot's done boiling, too.]

What should I do with this w-water?

[craters]

Oh, healing isn't my deus ex machina. At least, not like that.

（ if she wanted to release the seal... she could heal herself instantly. but an injury like this isn't going to impact her much even if it's stitched closed. she'd really only use it if she were in danger of dying. ）

Bring it over here. I'll use it to sterilize the wound and draw out any contaminants.