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bakerstreet2021-03-31 03:47 pm
enya) wrote in bakerstreet2021-03-31 03:47 pm
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Like Florence Nightingale or Clara Barton, except with no bedside manner
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( being the nurse role, potentially a kidnapping situation. taking the injured party back to his cult's compound and such can work. can you say stockholm syndrome? prefs in journal )
(Stockholm syndrome you say? Perhaps finds Molly after he hauls his dumb ass out of his grave (again) and takes the Very Confused Tiefling in?)
[ canonically the caretaker ]
[ m/m leaning but ota gen. up to date with the manga, if you want to do something that's going off of that. fine with sticking anime-only too, or playing circa prequel if you don't mind that his icons don't match with that part of the timeline! can be the hurt or the caretaker, but regardless be prepared for mostly non-verbal interaction as his speech is limited to a yes (salmon / shake)/ no (fish flakes / okaka) code. ]
[ Can do either role, but he sucks at both. Would prefer to keep this platonic, but I can physically age him up for shipping purposes. ]
( either role, only gen for now please )
[Worst. Patient. Ever.]
[ because it's safer, shadow drives reki home and as a result langa follows on the bike. well scooter? what are these things called. anyway. he follows, and maybe it is for the best on multiple levels. at the same time that langa wants to ask reki if he is okay he also knows he is not okay, and even spacey as he sometimes (often) can be, there is no mistaking the feeling he got from both reki and miya regarding the upcoming faceoff with adam. spacing out while operating any vehicle shouldn't be advised, and he doesn't mean to, but he does end up doing it anyway briefly as he becomes preoccupied by the look reki gave him in the hospital not many minutes ago.
it's once they pull up quietly to reki's house that the others say their goodbyes and it leaves just reki and langa, the latter of which has gotten off the bike and tucked it sort of within the parameter of the property, not that anyone is out at this hour to care. he's never really felt awkward with reki not even from the beginning; maybe foolish or inept when he was learning new things, the basics, but not awkward. right now...he feels awkward even as at the same time he doesn't want to feel that. he takes a step towards reki that somehow maintains langa's innate quietness even as he is trying to be straightforward, watchful. ]
Two weeks?
[ miya is right. reki got off lucky and easy. but it doesn't feel lucky or easy, seeing him like this. langa doesn't even want to reach out and touch him in case he might hurt him in the process, though part of him understands this is silly of him, given if he simply went in to hug his other side, reki would more or less be fine. around them the night is private and misleadingly peaceful. langa likes it here. doesn't find it boring. found rather instead a new 'lease on life' as they call it. he thinks maybe his dad would be happy for him, would have definitely liked reki very much.
maybe wouldn't approve of the danger though. somehow, in his head, snowboarding is more forgiving though plenty of people get massive injuries from that as well.
langa's eyes drop to reki's cast, the rather unabashed look of worry that probably isn't helpful, but hopefully isn't mistaken for pity either. he just feels bad that he was hurt, but at the same time? he's proud. is he allowed to be proud? it's not like it was his action, his challenge. reki is the one who stood up for miya. langa thinks anyone would be lucky to have reki as a friend. would it mean anything if he could win against adam? it could be for all of them right? thinking this, and still feeling sort of freshly unhappy about how hurt reki ended up regardless, langa's failure to use his words rears its head. but he also doesn't leave, maybe won't leave unless reki tells him to. ]
it's once they pull up quietly to reki's house that the others say their goodbyes and it leaves just reki and langa, the latter of which has gotten off the bike and tucked it sort of within the parameter of the property, not that anyone is out at this hour to care. he's never really felt awkward with reki not even from the beginning; maybe foolish or inept when he was learning new things, the basics, but not awkward. right now...he feels awkward even as at the same time he doesn't want to feel that. he takes a step towards reki that somehow maintains langa's innate quietness even as he is trying to be straightforward, watchful. ]
Two weeks?
[ miya is right. reki got off lucky and easy. but it doesn't feel lucky or easy, seeing him like this. langa doesn't even want to reach out and touch him in case he might hurt him in the process, though part of him understands this is silly of him, given if he simply went in to hug his other side, reki would more or less be fine. around them the night is private and misleadingly peaceful. langa likes it here. doesn't find it boring. found rather instead a new 'lease on life' as they call it. he thinks maybe his dad would be happy for him, would have definitely liked reki very much.
maybe wouldn't approve of the danger though. somehow, in his head, snowboarding is more forgiving though plenty of people get massive injuries from that as well.
langa's eyes drop to reki's cast, the rather unabashed look of worry that probably isn't helpful, but hopefully isn't mistaken for pity either. he just feels bad that he was hurt, but at the same time? he's proud. is he allowed to be proud? it's not like it was his action, his challenge. reki is the one who stood up for miya. langa thinks anyone would be lucky to have reki as a friend. would it mean anything if he could win against adam? it could be for all of them right? thinking this, and still feeling sort of freshly unhappy about how hurt reki ended up regardless, langa's failure to use his words rears its head. but he also doesn't leave, maybe won't leave unless reki tells him to. ]
[Either role. Not a patient patient. Surprisingly competent carer, though his bedside manner is lacking.]
[Available in multiple flavors.]
( probably the injured party )
( The silence in Dimitri's chambers is far from comfortable.
This isn't the first time Yuri has slunk away from the post-battle frivolities in the dining hall, nor is it his first time doing so because (in his non-professional opinion) Dimitri needs tending to more closely. Yuri had made him promise not to barrel into harm's way so recklessly the last time he'd had to patch him up behind closed doors, and while it had coaxed little more than a non-committal him from the man, he'd let himself pretend that his words had struck home.
They hadn't. Yuri notices the way Dimitri carries his left arm when they're returning back to the monastery; notices how he seems a little stiffer, a little less limber, as they pour back into the supposed safety of their old academy. He may have regained his wits following Rodrigue's death but he's yet to rediscover his sense of self-preservation β although whether he had any of that in the first place remains to be seen. )
Hold still, now.
( A little of the tension between them dissipates when Yuri speaks. The trickster sits straddling Dimitri's lap, that dark armour scattered around them in pieces to give him access to his injured shoulder. It isn't as bad as it could have been, he supposes, but it's bad enough that it needs attention, and Yuri cups Dimitri's cheek with his palm as he settles his other hand over the deep gash torn through his flesh. White magic streams through him to pour into the man sat silent between his thighs, knitting muscle and healing skin until it forms a pink, tender scar. )
How many times are we gonna end up doing this, hm?
( Yuri sighs, stroking a thumb along the curve of Dimitri's cheekbone. )
If you won't stop throwing yourself into danger, at least let me know when you're hurt so I can do something about it.
[ooc; either role.]
[Terrible patient; capable medic.]
[how does family bonding with an injured great-niece sound?]
{{Either role! Plenty of things to bandage, stitch up, and otherwise attend to in his line of work. Not very good at comforting, but he does his best to be kind.}}
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