yogen | OK overture

[ After tending to Kiyotaka’s wounds, Shinobu stays in classroom 2-E to ‘clean up’—or so she says. What she really wants, though, is to be able to reorganize her thoughts. She sits at her desk in a daze she’s previously only associated with sleepless nights and overworking, her mind and body pushed past their limits to reach a rare, blessed stillness. She’s so far beyond tired, she’s ready for the hole in the not-auditorium to devour her whole.

A knock at the door makes her eyes fly wide, interrupting that thought. Her posture stiffens just a shade, and the atmosphere sours. Great. If Rantaro’s come here to see her, it’s not because he wants to say hi; it’s because he’s sick or hurt—sometimes even both—and he wants her to do something about it. Case in point, he’s nursing his stomach like whatever he had for lunch is disagreeing with him.

Oh, well. After a day like today, what’s one more patient? ]

Well, hello there, Amami-san.

[ She turns in her chair to face him, her smile so wide, it’s a wonder it hasn’t split her face in two. ]

To what do I owe the pleasure?

( lot of faith in him, now isn't that! well, anyway, it's not as if she's entirely off the mark either. leaning against the doorframe as he gives a knock to catch her attention, it's pretty clear that he's not in the best of shape — no matter how he prefers to get others involved as little as possible, or to brush these things off as if they haven't happened... after the tumble he took? it's probably better safe than sorry when it comes to checking the degree of his injury.

when she offers a smile that feels just a bit too happy to see him in this state, amami will return it with a softer one of his own. )

Kochou-san, sorry. I'm not interrupting, am I?

( lifting up one hand in a wave while the other arm remains wrapped around his lower ribs, he... doesn't actually wait for an answer before stepping inside, making his way over. )

I was hoping you wouldn't mind doing a quick check-up.

[ Had Shinobu the energy to fight, she would have told him yes, she does mind. Fortunately for Rantaro, she doesn’t, so she heaves a sigh and gets up out of her seat. The sooner she examines him, the sooner he’ll be out of her hair. ]

I have time to take a look at you. Take a seat, please.

[ She pulls out the chair next to her desk and pats its bottom. It’s a test: can he even sit in the condition he’s in? ]

What seems to be the matter?

( oh, jeez, what a sigh. lucky for amami that he's not fully paying attention at the moment! it's kind of hard to do so when his head hurts almost as bad as his chest, and now he's looking at the seat like it's some kind of puzzle. give him a minute though, and he'll get it — putting his hands on either side of it to lower himself down like he's eighty years old instead of eighteen. as he hisses out an exhale through gritted teeth, his smile reads more as a grimace when he tries to keep it steady. the sheepishness of his expression, at least, isn't entirely lost in the visible pain. )

It's... kind of a long story, actually, but I had a bit of a fall earlier. I just wanted to be sure it's nothing serious, is all.

( ma'am, he just wants to know he won't be dead by morning when the infirmary opens and he'll be out of your hair. )

[ Shinobu, brow raised and eyes wide, seems taken aback by Rantaro’s explanation. Is that it? ]

A ‘bit of a fall’?

[ She looks him up and down for anything that stands out as immediately wrong. Her keen eye does not miss the way he struggles to take his seat, nor does she miss the way his smile falters. From his stoic refusal to show pain, she wagers his injuries are much, much worse than he’s letting on. ]

And how far did you fall exactly, Amami-san?

How far, huh?

( to be honest, it takes him a bit of thought. bringing a hand to his chin, he glances off to the side to avoid her gaze, thinking it through. lets see, it looked like a bit of a drop, but it was over pretty quick too. he hadn't really given much thought to the distance he'd fallen either, given the state he'd been in after the fact. so with a pause for him to think through it, the conclusion he reaches? )

Uh, well I don't think it was a full story.

( which is to say, it still must have been pretty far. enough for concern, and about as well as he can really define it without getting into the event itself. but still framed so that maybe, if it's not that much, it doesn't sound as bad. )

You always say too little.

[ How far Rantaro fell, where he fell, and why he was ever in such a dangerous position to begin with, Shinobu doesn’t know. She doesn’t think she’ll ever find out, either, because he’s dedicated to maintaining this air of mystery and secrets about him. He’d let his injuries do him in before he told her anything.

Concern cuts a tense line across her forehead. How is she supposed to take care of a patient who won’t be upfront with her about his condition? ]

If you won’t tell me what happened, will you at least allow me to examine you properly?

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Sorry, Kochou-san, I guess it's a bad habit.

( but it doesn't seem like one he's too keen on correcting at the moment either, as he doesn't offer anything more to flesh out the situation. )

But yeah, that's fine. What do you need me to do?

( whether it's lifting his arms up and watching him wince as she prods at him, or actually showing her his new collection of bruises, it's the least he can do when he won't elaborate on the technicalities of what happened. even a doctor can't help you if you don't give them anything to work with, right? )

We can start with whatever you feel hurts the most, then go from there.

[ Rantaro’s shirt gets a pointed glare, like she’s trying to bore holes through it for a better look at the injuries that lie underneath. Unfortunately, shooting laser beams from her eyes is not something Shinobu is able to do, so his shirt remains hole-free and in one piece. ]

That means I’ll be looking at what you have hiding beneath your shirt first. Would you be so kind?

[ Off with it! ]

Sure, just a second.

( he gets it, he gets it — there's a wince as he pulls the fabric over his head, but he'll get both layers out of the way so that shinobu can get a good look. and, well, while it's a pretty nice view, it's marred by some pretty nasty looking bruises that are forming mostly around the sides — his back, too, if she bothers to check that. )

The worst part is probably around here.

( and he'll place his hand around an area to his left side, where he's probably cracked, like, 1d6 of his ribs. )

[ Rantaro’s shirt barely makes it past his stomach before Shinobu’s eyes go wide, alarmed by what she sees. There are splotches of purple all over his body, but it looks as though it’s especially concentrated on one side of his chest. This wasn’t because of a ‘bit of a fall’; of that much, she’s now certain.

As she lays her hands along his ribcage, her gaze flits up to gauge his reaction. Is she hurting him? ]

Tell me, Amami-san: have you been having trouble breathing since you fell?

( oh yeah, there's a definite wince if she so much as ghosts her hands along the skin, lips drawn into a thin line and brows furrowed as god forbid she places her entire hand there. she may notice from that alone alone, but the rise and fall of his chest doesn't feel quite as deep as it probably should. as for an actual answer, it takes him a moment. )

Sort of.

( not in the sense that he can't, but he won't deny the fact that too much is pretty painful. )

Would it help if I took a deep breath now?

( giving clear descriptions is a bit more difficult for him, given his usual habits, but he knows that she needs to understand the extent of it to make a proper assessment. much like with the bruises, it might be better to just show her. )

[ Shinobu shakes her head ‘no,’ then gestures for Rantaro to pull his shirt back down. She’s seen all she needs to see. ]

No, it’s alright. That won’t be necessary.

It seems several of your ribs are fractured. The healing process will be a slow and painful one, so if you need help managing it, I recommend using some of the frozen food from the home economics classroom as a cold pack. The nurse might be able to provide you with something you can take orally, too.

[ Trying to get him to agree to look after himself feels like it’d be an exercise in futility, so rather than waste her breath, she flashes him a smile. It’s a warning, a threat: if she catches him doing anything strenuous or dodging bedrest, there will be consequences. ]

Now, is there anything else you’d like to tell me about? Or shall I go searching for your other injuries myself?

OK overture

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