(Within a rare bout of free time, she’s chosen to go for a walk, though not too far from her home clinic. Already, the artificial sun’s glare makes her wish she stayed put.)
(🕷️⁉️She can’t recall anyone being called such feeling disrespected, much less finding it funny.)
A-Around… Early twenties? But how does that relate to-
(The rag hit its target, but quickly landed on the floor, as Findorr needed both hands to keep himself from doubling over in laughter.)
Sir!!? -snrk- How old do I look to you?!
As you wish, sir…
(She peeled it off of her chest, looking a moment to see if any blood had seeped over. She’s careful not to touch his outstretched hand, plopping it in his palm.)
Ah? Well, yes, but I don’t plan to perform any more procedures. Were you busy?..
(She doubted that, but she didn’t find it right to hold someone on false pretenses, either.)
He probably would, but you’re a Fraccion, right? You called me a Numero, and mentioned “Lord Baraggan” a minute or so ago.
If you served the Noveno, perhaps he’d disregard that boundary…
(🦀Uuuugh…)
Yes, it does. Not from any of the pieces you took, of course. And maybe—I haven’t told him directly, but he seems to have his methods of procuring information.
Why? Do you think he’ll want me as a test subject?..
“If it's about our faces, keep it to yourself. We got tired of hearing people's thoughts about them a very long time ago.”
— Aaroniero Arruruerie
Writer tag: #BoundlessZ
A bump on his face is hardly enough to knock a Fraccion unconscious, much less a vector for disease… Is it my mask that concerns you? Because if so, it grows back.
H-huh?..
(It’s clear now that he’s lucid, not in shock at all. But how? A broken mask should be excruciating, not to mention the bloody nose.)
Well, I’m trying to prevent an infection… How is it that you’re still conscious?
(His first attempt at protest was cut off by chemical laden fabric being rubbed in his face. He yanked the nurse’s hand away, pushing it back against her shoulder.)
By the name of Lord Baraggan, I’m fine, woman! Explain what you intend to do to me before you decide on doing so!
(She picks off shards of from his face, falling onto the tray far too easily. Once hitting the fixed parts, she sets her tools down and resupplies with a disinfected-soaked rag.)
Close your eyes… 🕷💧
(Once she had him on her table, she crouched before and opened her supply cabinet. After a few moments of ghosting her hands over various tool, she procures a tray and a pair of tweezers.)
Please stay still for this, I know it might hurt, but it’ll be made worse if you move.⬇️
(🦀⁉️)
Hey! Who gave you permission to- I meant it when I said I was fine!
(Being caught between his pride as a Fraccion and his remorse at causing a misunderstanding, he was afforded no time to react, and was dragged behind infirmary doors.)
(She reaches for his shoulder, grip faltering upon considering a potential violent reaction. Sensing no such danger, she grabs and walks away with him in a single stride.)
Do forgive my overstepping, but I have to do this, please understand.
That’s good to hear. People here can be so rowdy… Well, if you have any issues in the near future, don’t hesitate to stop by, but you’re looking good on all fronts.