Aburame Kichigai escorted Shohei to an occupied room located in the clinic. This entire time her mind race. Wasn't her friend on good terms with the Senju? What did he do wrong, and what elicited such a rash reaction? Nothing. Nothing did, nothing will. He committed to throwing around his imaginary weight to compensate something lacking in his life. And one day, she'll rise to a position to say that to his face. -- That aside, the boy was injured. A novice at medical practice, and only a student, but no one else was around to assist. She had to question if /anyone/ would help after how the Senju clan leader reacted. Shaky hands lifted to eye level, hundreds of insects pulsating throughout them. Anxiety caused the girl to rattle: anyone would be nervous. Afterall, Kichi sat there helpless while her accomplice suffered multiple wounds. Those jittery fingers found themselves weaving together a series of handseals. One, two, three; four, five, six. Green eyes locked onto his dislocated limb. Ball separated from socket. Simple with no risk for infection. Then, her sights drifted onto the cut. A little tricky, but nothing that couldn't be done.
Shohei says: ..There should be tools and medicine in this clinic..
Aburame Kichigai whispers: Shohei . . . Shohei. I'm so sorry.
Shohei winces, the hand with a shallow cut coming up to clench at the dislocated one.
An ambitious youth says: It's dependent on your personality and your preference. You must have an idea of what you want to do with your life. Is it healing people ? Using your medical knowledge to fight? or to test your your abilities in creation? It's different for each person.
A short redhead idly scratched his head in thought. "I'll think it over. . ."
Aburame Kichigai whispers: Lay down on the bed. I'm going to take care of you.
Oversized snow bunny stirs on Kagami's lap. It's still very heavy and rabbit-like.
An ambitious youth looks back at his journal as he returns to his studies. "You do that."
Shohei whispers: Please do. And don't blame yourself. You did nothing wrong.
Shohei grunts, standing up from his seat. He makes his way to the bed and slowly lays down.
A lavender-haired teen reached to pat the bunny. "I'm here for some more poisons, Kagami. I don't have the roots for them quite yet, but I figured you have more. I only need one vial, anyways. Got any extra?"
An ambitious youth looks at his counter, scanning for an extra flask of poison. There was a few that he had prepared and preserved. He looks over at Lucy and nods his head. "Yes, I do. Take one or two."
A short redhead shuffled over towards a nearby chair, taking a seat.
Shohei OOCs: (i see you using my icon lucy boy
A lavender-haired teen OOCs: (do u mean the tanto
Shohei OOCs: (yeah dude
A lavender-haired teen OOCs: (i stole this off the body of some uchiha i killed
A lavender-haired teen OOCs: (LOL
Shohei OOCs: (LOL
An ambitious youth OOCs: (I gave that Uchiha the tanto)
An ambitious youth OOCs: (:|
A lavender-haired teen OOCs: (well
Shohei OOCs: (which uchiha was it
A lavender-haired teen OOCs: (its mine
An ambitious youth OOCs: (Itsuo
A lavender-haired teen OOCs: (i forgot tbf
Shohei OOCs: (what the fuck
Shohei OOCs: (i never gave that nigga my icon
An ambitious youth OOCs: (No I gave him the weapon
An ambitious youth OOCs: (fool
Shohei OOCs: (o who r u
An ambitious youth OOCs: (God.)
An ambitious youth OOCs: (*reaches hand out*)
A lavender-haired teen swipes them, sealing them off in an ornamental parchment. "Thanks. Uh, I know we don't talk all that much, and I'm not all that of a talkative person, but I appreciate what you're doing. That schmuck."
An ambitious youth says: No problem.
"Keep your breathing even, do not make any sudden movements." A set of instructions provided to the young man. Both of her hands shift to take hold of his wrist and elbow, positioning them into a 90-degree angle. She began to pull firmly and in a careful fashion on his limb and away from his body to create traction. Her aim was to angle his humerus in tandem with the socket. It would be gently repositioned until a faint 'clunk' sounded. "There . . . try it."
(Aburame Kichigai)
A short redhead asks: If I chose an experimental route in medicine, would you be willing to help me study into a higher knowledge of it, as I'm sure you've already reached?
A short redhead asks: For example, allow me to shadow you during your experiements?
An ambitious youth says: That was something you could of done without asking me.
A short redhead OOCs: (Experiments*
An ambitious youth says: Not like I hide what I do in here.
A short redhead asks: Well, it's always good to have some classification, you know?
An ambitious youth asks: What is your medical knowledge currently? How much do you know?
Shohei winces, then lets out a mild groan once the audible sound is heard. A tired sigh is what follows, with his crushed hand still causing him quite the pain. It's only his will of an underdog and the endurance he has that's keeping him from looking like a wuss. Shohei gives his arm a move or two, feeling a strain here and there. "It still hurts a bit." he mumbles.
An ambitious youth OOCs: (In other words flash your highest medical prof)
Aburame Kichigai says: I'll fix your hand, first. Then, painkillers.
A short redhead gently raised from his seat to turn towards the higher-quality medic. "The basic of the basic. I know about human structure and the body's bloodflow; I can fix and maintain low-danger injuries easily, but struggle with anything above stitches."
Shohei says: '/w Looks like you ended up being my hero first, Kichi.
A short redhead says: I think I'd like to give experimental medicine a try.
Aburame Kichigai OOCs: (booo you suck)
Shohei flashes a wry smile.
Aburame Kichigai shifted away to move towards the door. "I'll be back soon with materials."
Shohei OOCs: (i think there's like drawers icly in the room with medicine and shit
An ambitious youth says: Oh..
Oversized snow bunny OOCs: (brb
Aburame Kichigai OOCs: (it's too hard to see with not light in this bitch)
A short redhead says: Huh? You sound surprised.
Shohei OOCs: (yeah just rp as if there are. it's a clinic
An ambitious youth says: No, I expected much. You look a lot younger then myself. I don't expect nothing too unreasonable.
An ambitious youth says: I'd recommend reviewing the human body and dabble in experimenting on small animals like rats.
An ambitious youth says: If you can find one or buy one then I can help you with those experiments.
A short redhead asks: Sure thing. I've been trying to study disinfecting wounds and stitching to be honest. Do you think I should continue doin' that before I start with those experiments, or just do both?
An ambitious youth says: Up to you.
An ambitious youth closes his journal and puts it into his back pouch. The surgeon starts to pack a few empty syringes into his satchel. A few poisons and cash is put into the corner of his bag, <That should be good.> On his way out of his office he looks over at Mamoru. "Take care of the hospital while I'm gone."
Aburame Kichigai returned from wherever with an armful of supplies. They were placed next to her as she began to work on dressing his shallow cut. Ointment splashed onto a cotton ball held between tweezers. All of this came from amateur knowledge - information gathered from books and practice sessions. Never had the Aburame used her skills on an actual patient. Though, she hoped to give him confidence in her abilities. "It'll burn." That happened to be the only means of warning as she moved to clean out the cut, not bothering to console him if it stung. Her bedside manners left much to the imagination. Once rinsing it out, and drying it, she began to wrap it up in gauze. Not a peep came from the student as she focused on the task at hand.
A short redhead nodded, a brief expression of surprise flushed his face. "Sure thing. Thanks again for this," the teen spoke, a small bow following suit.
Shohei digs his nails into the palm of his uninjured hand and groans through gritted teeth. Muffled. His eyes close and a flail or two is thrown in there.
Aburame Kichigai says: Stop moving, or I'm going to punch you. In the face.
Shohei calms down, letting out a grumble.
A short redhead says: Wonder what Kagami went to do. . .
A short redhead says: Should probably study in the meantime.
A short redhead non-chalantly withdrew a book from his back pocket. Opening the piece, his eyes would begin their work; swiftly overlayering the text.
Aburame Kichigai tied off her handiwork before snipping off the excess. A cold stare drifted onto his set of digits, dislocated just like his arm. Another deep breath would be given. That was when mounds of medical tape and splints were produced. Each finger was examined, hands bounding the most punished fingers to their piece of metal. Anything else required ice. So, she retrieved that to place on the other damaged joints. At long last, he seemed to be fixed up. To the best of her abilities, that is. Water and painkillers found themselves being fed to her patient.
Shohei recieves a bunch of corrections to his fingers, his arms correctly treated with gauzes and whatnot. He doesn't seem to deny being fed by the medic, and the painkillers and water are also gulped down. He huffs through his nostrils and half-liddedly stares down at his chest whilst lying on the bed.