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XIV
[Close to five in the morning- the same time he left on the 25th - of the 29th is when Rin arrives back in Luceti. He's tired, and hungry, and just spent. Izumo is most likely with him as he trudges back to his house to eat something and fall into bed.
He tells himself that he had to retreat - there was a cure, but his flames were just making things resurface, making it worse. And he had to get Izumo out. And he didn't have his sword so he didn't control anything. But it's still lousy feeling, because he knows at least in that first and more so second day, he actually did some good out there. When he was still saving people, not just destroying things that used to be people. Really, the experience there was no worse than the experience with the Impure King, just... They banded together, and at the 11th hour Ucchusma had stepped in to help him end it, in that case.
Dammit.]
[(Edited In) Morning Action]
When he wakes up the next morning, he remembers that he was shot. As far as he knows, unless he melted them or burned the or something, he's still got three bullets inside of him. Actually, when he sits up in the morning, he realizes it hurts to sit up, now he's at 50%. He groans, and after scribbling something for Shiemi and Izumo about going to the hospital, he head off to the Med Center.
To ask what to do about bullets in him. He'll be showing up at about noon]
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[Later in the day, once he's slept and gone to the hospital, he puts on the voice for the journal-] Oiiii! Who the hell's got my sword?! If you don't fork it over, I'm gonna find you, and you're gonna regret taking iiiit!!
[Because that's why I had to come back.
...Well not entirely, but enough of the reason for him to be even more mad than he should be for someone taking his father's legacy. Not like they could know.]
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[More to give himself something to focus on which isn't the fact he's back and other people aren't, he goes to fruitlessly work Seventh Heaven to cook for whoever comes in. And damn does he hope someone come in. He actually stays there way beyond when he usually would - way past his usual shift. Sure he's missing the sunlight (which he sorely missed in Vaskoth) but it's so misty and there's a lot of rats he needs to clean out for some reason.
Either way, by the time he actually steps out of it, it's nightfall...
An ghosts are partying in the square. His last experience with ghosts was really annoying, but these guys actually seem cool, so he deigns to party with them for a while. It's fun! ...Aside from when they prank him, but he can survive that! Run into him there, at the job, or other places between]
He tells himself that he had to retreat - there was a cure, but his flames were just making things resurface, making it worse. And he had to get Izumo out. And he didn't have his sword so he didn't control anything. But it's still lousy feeling, because he knows at least in that first and more so second day, he actually did some good out there. When he was still saving people, not just destroying things that used to be people. Really, the experience there was no worse than the experience with the Impure King, just... They banded together, and at the 11th hour Ucchusma had stepped in to help him end it, in that case.
Dammit.]
[(Edited In) Morning Action]
When he wakes up the next morning, he remembers that he was shot. As far as he knows, unless he melted them or burned the or something, he's still got three bullets inside of him. Actually, when he sits up in the morning, he realizes it hurts to sit up, now he's at 50%. He groans, and after scribbling something for Shiemi and Izumo about going to the hospital, he head off to the Med Center.
To ask what to do about bullets in him. He'll be showing up at about noon]
[Voice]
[Later in the day, once he's slept and gone to the hospital, he puts on the voice for the journal-] Oiiii! Who the hell's got my sword?! If you don't fork it over, I'm gonna find you, and you're gonna regret taking iiiit!!
[Because that's why I had to come back.
...Well not entirely, but enough of the reason for him to be even more mad than he should be for someone taking his father's legacy. Not like they could know.]
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[More to give himself something to focus on which isn't the fact he's back and other people aren't, he goes to fruitlessly work Seventh Heaven to cook for whoever comes in. And damn does he hope someone come in. He actually stays there way beyond when he usually would - way past his usual shift. Sure he's missing the sunlight (which he sorely missed in Vaskoth) but it's so misty and there's a lot of rats he needs to clean out for some reason.
Either way, by the time he actually steps out of it, it's nightfall...
An ghosts are partying in the square. His last experience with ghosts was really annoying, but these guys actually seem cool, so he deigns to party with them for a while. It's fun! ...Aside from when they prank him, but he can survive that! Run into him there, at the job, or other places between]
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Why is that?
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Here [she gently touched each area on his stomach as she spoke], here, and deeper here. They probably won't kill you if you leave them in, but there's no other way for your body to heal completely than to remove them.
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[But still... surgery. He's had a lot of stitches before, but]
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[The pretests and screenings they'll have to do for this are already running through her head.]
Just sit here and try not to move around too much, okay?
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Okay, so your choices are a topical anesthetic or one which would knock you out for the duration of the operation. The second one would probably be easier on both of us, but it's a little riskier to administer. What would you prefer?
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[He shrugs. His brother's an aspiring doctor. He has a lot of faith in the medical world]
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[And so the tests were run, Katara washed up, and administered the anesthetic. She marked off the places on his stomach to cut and carefully applied her scalpel to them. She had to pin back the skin so it wouldn't heal over and removed the bullet carefully with forceps. The entire process took maybe an hour and a half before he was all fixed up and ready to come back to consciousness.]
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...Where's a call nurse button. Anyone here?]
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Hey. Don't try to sit up just yet. You might still be a little woozy.
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[And woozy. Definitely woozy]
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Here, see if you can sit up slowly.
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