A Friend in Need [Training]Jan 13, 2021 16:47:16 GMT -5
Reiji Nue
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groupSnow Shinobi
age 17 years old
birthday 16/06
rank Chuunin
occupation Medic Corps
NOTES ❯ Notes here (max 1 line) HEX ❯ #3f85a3 TAGS ❯ Tags here (spans 2 lines) The door slammed open from the inside, a small figure puting and rubbing his eyes as his grey hair fluttered in the night breeze. Yuki nights where very cold, but at least served as a nice jolt of life to make the nue aware enough of whoever was banging at his house and what exactly they were shouting at him.
"It's the m-middle of the night and I am off duty!" The young nue whined loudly, thinking this was yet another time he would need to get up and go do his cousin job because he's too interested in his research that he once again forgets he's supposed to heal people. Raising his groggy eyes up however painted up a different scene. It was...that guy. Yeah, he did a mission or two with him. The red dripping on his porch was enough to send him into ER mode "Oh f-"
Reiji kicked his door wide open, still in his pajama and everything. Why the hell did he come all the way over there! His house was somewhat far to the hospital and the guy was bleeding. How much blood did he lose just pulling this stunt. He shouldn't even stand!
The young teen quickly grabbed the guy by the collar of his clothes and pretty much dragged the guy inside. Leaving the door open, he would quickly take a left down the hall and pretty much throw the guy onto his kitchen table. It wasn't cofortable but he chose to come there and not go to the place SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED for this stuff.
Tipper tapper would be heard as the kid ran upstairs and then downstairs again, trying to shove his hands into his usual stretchy white gloves. As soon as he had them covered, he quickly grabbed a meat cleaver off the shelf and swiped at guy.
"Sorry Haru, clothes gotta go!" He mumbled, ripping the guy's current cloth straight in two. He would throw the cleaver in the sink and shove a few hankerchiefs in Hakurei's hand before guiding it to the wound and pressing it there. "KEEP IT THERE, cry me a river if it hurts, next time go to the fucking hospital. I need to get changed and sterile before I do anything." He was too busy to be his usual shy self. He had to be quick before the guy started going out or spazzing out due to septic shock.
He was back out the kitchen and then back in moments later, one leg and one arm inside his white and blue bodysuit. He didn't even bother with the boots. Hopping on one leg, he'd use his elbow to open the sink while zipping himself up in his stretchy outfit, just in case he'd need to get to the extreme method. The wound looked bad and the guy had lost blood. He didn't have enough tools there, just a basic kit: disinfectant and bandages. He would need to make do.
Slamming the kit on the table he would then swat the man's hand away from the wound an quickly slap on disinfectant. More of the liquid was put in a pan where he threw in scissors, a couple of knives and a stapler he had grabbed from his room. He went back to the sink and washed his hands and arms.
"I got no morphine here to give ya, so this is going to be real painful." He shouted, looking at the wound in question. Fractured ribs, fragments of which could have been pushed deeper as the guy clutched his side. He could be dealing with a perforated spleen and even then, pulling the thing out would only increase the bleeding.
He needed to extract the fragments of bone and other eventual stuff from inside there even before he wished to treat the wound itself. Of course, this would be much easier with a simple merge but people hated him for it so there he was, trying to tend to a guy the old fashioned way.
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