http://cursed-twin.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] cursed-twin.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] niteo_logs2010-03-26 01:29 am

Sake can pass for disinfectant

Characters: Fay, Mello
When: March 25th/ after this
Where: Room 502
Rating: TBD. Possible violence and swearing.
Summary: Mello is injured and Fay offers what help he can



Fay gathered up the container of what resembled sake, along with a sheet which he tucked under his arm. Not ideal, but there had been a lot of blood, and sanitation was going to have to take a back seat for the time being. He felt a familiar tickle of guilt at his inability to remember healing magic. All he could learn was how to hurt people. Still, Ashura had said his smile was enough to heal people. Not that he imagined Mello was the type to take comfort in his smiles. Or anyone's smiles for that matter. He was surprised the boy had agreed to let him help, and worried as to how injured this meant he really was.

He descended the stairs and knocked once on the door before pushing it open and peering inside. "Still alive?" he asked, then held up the sake, and offered a smile in case he couldn't understand him without the translator, "What happened?"
gunsandchocolate: (No-bullshit)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2010-03-26 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
Having pulled out the first-aid kit he'd wisely stolen from Credinta a while back, Mello was sitting on the worn couch in the living room, his coat and shirt stripped off and slung over the back of the couch. He hadn't had a chance to turn on the generator yet--and clearly, nobody had been here in a few days--so the room was freezing, but he had no time to mind that now.

Mello looked up at the knock, and was about to call for Fay to come in when the other pushed inside anyway, earning himself a strict look but, surprisingly, no reprimand. Mello only pursed his lips critically, sparing him only a glance before looking back down to toss aside the blood-drenched cloth over his left arm and replace it with another, pressing hard.

"I got shot," he stated the obvious, in flawless French to match Fay's language.
gunsandchocolate: (Scars to mark the broken past)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2010-03-26 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
Mello frowned at him when he caught Fay staring into his face like that and shifted away slightly, in pain and irritable--and thus, not entirely appreciative even if the other was only making sure he was all right.

Taking the sake from him, Mello pulled away the cloth he was using to stem the bleeding and poured a bit over his wound, not too much so as not to waste it. His jaw clenched, eyes stinging and the muscles in his throat jumping from how tightly he gritted his teeth, but he made no sound of pain.

He shook his head at the question; it would take a second to get his voice back. For now, he reached for the knife on the table in front of him and poured a little of the alcohol over it as well.
gunsandchocolate: (It's elementary my dear Mattson)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2010-03-26 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
The touch to his face brought a soft hiss to Mello's lips and he pulled away, forcing out a rough, "I'm fine."

He wasn't. He'd been shot a good while ago, on his way out of the burnt remains of the village he now knew had been called Cronoss, and had dragged himself through the snow to get back. He'd lost a lot of blood, hadn't eaten properly in a few days, and was starting to shiver with the cold of the room after taking off his wet clothing.

Fay was right. He probably needed help--but Mello had always been rather terrible at admitting such a thing, stubborn to the end. Hell, it had taken him getting half blown-up to ask for Matt's help, and he was someone Mello trusted.
gunsandchocolate: (Interested)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2010-03-27 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Mello's eyes widened for a moment during the spell, taking a second to realize what it was, and though he had never witnessed anything of the sort, his previous conversation with Fay had at least provided him with the groundwork to realize what was going on. Mello frowned at the glowing blue writing suspiciously, but didn't have time to protest when suddenly a coat appeared, quickly covering him by the time he realized what had happened. He said nothing about it however, instead turning to stare dubiously at Fay's hand, held out for the knife.

"How much medical experience do you have?" he questioned coldly.
gunsandchocolate: (No-bullshit)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2010-03-27 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Regarding him critically for a few moments, Mello finally gave a curt nod, flipped the knife over, and held out the hilt toward Fay. "Follow my instructions precisely," he told him in a voice that brooked no argument. He was firmly convinced he wouldn't actually pass out--he was, really, or he was trying to be-- but doing it one-handed would be difficult at best. Fay could act as his hands.

Taking a deep breath, Mello grabbed the sake and took a long swig, wishing they had something stronger. There was still enough left to clean the wound after, and he set the sake back on the table. Normally, mixing alcohol with the painkillers from the first-aid kit that he'd taken before Fay came in wasn't something he would do, but aspirin wouldn't be enough, and he was smart enough to know how much would actually be harmful. All that done, he turned back to Fay with a serious look.

"You're going to pry the bullet out with that knife, and as soon as it comes out, you're going to pour the rest of the sake onto the wound. When that's done, apply firm pressure with those towels until the bleeding slows enough for it to be bandaged. If it isn't stopping, we'll have to cauterize it.

"Do you understand?"
gunsandchocolate: (Scowl // So annoying)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2010-03-28 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Probably a good idea, so Mello gave a curt nod, reaching over to rummage through the first-aid kit for something to bite down on. A wad of gauze should do. Stuffing it in his mouth, he looked back at Fay for him to continue.
gunsandchocolate: (Fuck that hurts)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2010-03-28 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Mello leaned back, grabbed a fistful of couch material with his good hand, took a deep breath and-- shit, it felt like being slammed into with a semi, waves of pain coursing through his body. His fingers tightening on the material he held, nails scratching in and grip white-knuckled and shaking as Fay quickly pushed the tip of the knife around, digging between muscle and tendon to pry out the little piece of metal lodged inside him.

His teeth buried in the self-made gag and eyes squeezed shut, Mello did not realize he was screaming until the knife finally pulled away and he became aware that those muffled sounds filling the room were his own whimpers. But it wasn't over, and he knew that, biting down harder and forcing those whimpers down as the alcohol came next, stinging and burning, and Mello could only wonder vaguely why in the world did taking care of injuries hurt more than getting them?

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, it was done, Fay was pressing a clean towel against the wound to stem the bleeding, and Mello collapsed back into the couch. Shakily, he managed to pry his fingers away from his hold on the cushions, bringing the back of his hand up brusquely to wipe away the tears that had squeezed past his eyes before letting it fall limply back down, panting harshly in rough, heaving breaths.
gunsandchocolate: (Deep in thought // Kinda sad)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2010-03-28 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Unclenching his jaw and spitting out the gag to the side, Mello only gave a weak grunt in response, leaning limply back against the couch as if barely able to sit up. Which was pretty much true, and even his stubborn pride was suffering from this ordeal because he didn't move, didn't speak for now, and simply let Fay handle it, choosing instead to just breathe. The bandages and gauze were in plain sight on the table, so there was no reason for further instructions. Unless it didn't stop bleeding soon--and this time, Mello was darkly certain he would pass out if they had to cauterize it on top of everything.
gunsandchocolate: (Sulky)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2010-03-28 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
It took him a moment to be able to find his voice again, and Mello choked out bitterly, "Someone to come home to? There's no one here, as you can see."

He could guess at why, that Matt had gotten pissy over the fact he'd called him out like that, but it didn't matter. He should have been able to understand why Mello had reprimanded him--and now look at him, accepting medical care from the stranger he was pointing out they should be wary of in the first place. Not that it mattered anymore, apparently.

Some part of Mello hoped that Matt could stay in Credinta, maybe forge some documents or something. He'd be safer there, and more comfortable. Some other part of him was irrevocably selfish and still hung up on the fact that Matt wasn't here, with him. Even if he wasn't his Matt, even so...
gunsandchocolate: (No-bullshit)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2010-03-28 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Mello scowled at him, pulling his arm back carefully to hold against his chest instinctively. "I was careful," he hissed, avoiding the issue of Matt. "If I wasn't, I'd have been dead or captured days ago. Stop being pretentious."
gunsandchocolate: (Sulky)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2010-03-28 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
He slapped Fay's hand away--weakly, but the intent was there--and fixed him with a glare that was too tired to really be effective. "If you want to help, you can do so without running your mouth," he snapped, then suddenly slumped to the side, mostly unintentionally but finally letting himself lie down, though not fully since Fay was somewhat in the way.

"Matt said he built some sort of generators. If you can turn those on, it'll get warmer." For now, he kept the coat, and it was actually rather noteworthy that despite his snappish attitude, he was not telling Fay to outright leave.
gunsandchocolate: (It's elementary my dear Mattson)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2010-03-28 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Once Fay moved away, Mello stretched his legs out as well, turning on his good side and pulling the coat more snugly over himself.

"There was an army basically pillaging the village. So no, none too friendly," he answered, watching Fay with half-lidded eyes.
gunsandchocolate: (A cold calm)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2010-03-28 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Seems they think this place is cursed or something, so I don't know."

He sighed, then gave a soft scoff at Fay's exclamation. "Not magic. Technology. ...Matt's good at it." Mello mumbled as an afterthought, then closed his eyes. Again, he ignored the question; perhaps, in reality, he wasn't sure if he wanted to be alone or not. Not that he really trusted Fay but--

"He'll be fine, and when he gets bored of being mad at me, he'll come back." Despite the firmness in his voice--or perhaps because of it--it almost seemed as if Mello was trying to convince himself.
gunsandchocolate: (Sulky)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2010-03-29 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Mello gave a soft grunt, feigned disinterest. "Maybe I'll text him in a day or two to see what's up." His eyes remained closed, though he heard Fay moving around. By the sounds, he could tell he was only cleaning up a bit though, and Mello was too tired to bother with looking over to see.
gunsandchocolate: (Scowl // So annoying)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2010-03-29 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I know, mother," Mello growled appreciatively. "I've had worse."
gunsandchocolate: (This broken life that I cling to)

[personal profile] gunsandchocolate 2010-03-29 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
Mello just slapped away Fay's hand when it touched his hair with a warning hiss. He could have acted more grateful, perhaps, but it was just Mello's way. In any case, he didn't tell Fay to leave--and that was certainly something, considering.

It didn't take long for him to pass out from the exhaustion, curled up on his side underneath Fay's coat.