( alice is right, subaru went to the nurse's office along with amami, and his eyes glance between alice and then to the makeshift amami that they created. he takes his hand back to stuff them into his pocket before biting at the tip of his tongue, and with another step back he'll look over to the fish. they're still playing the same role as before, but komaeda didn't mean to actually stab him— he got excited! but even his happiness is dangerous, enough to cause other's pain if they're not careful, and is that not what he wrought towards the other? )
Amami-kun will take you to the office...
( the only part that isn't accurate is komaeda feeling bad about his stab, he shouldn't have concerns on whether alice will be fine or not. yet, here he is, tapping his foot on the floor as he can feel the blood covered on the weapon he used, and his thumb brushes along the surface. it's not about wiping his hands clean when he does that, or getting them even dirtier, rather him accepting the fact of his decision as he makes his way over to the door. fingers around the knob, turning it to one side, and with a click the door comes open, and komaeda pushes it forward.
stay in character, but also he's trying to get him out sooner than later. )
[ Komaeda's mood strikes Alice as subdued again, somehow distracted. Does he really feel so guilty for the accidental stabbing? It's no exaggeration that it's an unpleasant experience, but he took a look at the injury and acknowledged that it isn't serious, so it must be something that bandages and some rest will heal in no time, and since it wasn't intentional, of course he'll be forgiven!
That said, it's challenging to walk through the dormitory building as if there's nothing wrong, and crossing the courtyard to make it to the school steadily becomes even more taxing. Inevitably, Alice's feet shuffle along gingerly. He feels too aware of his body — it's like dragging that annoying ball and chain around all over again, like the chafing of his handcuffs rubbing against his wrist. ]
Cubetaro Hamburger endured being stabbed... I'll make a swift recovery...
[ Though he brushes the back of his hand across his brow, wiping away the sheen of perspiration inexplicably beading there, he casts about for some reassuring thing to say. ]
( while he could offer a polite "who," komaeda chooses to keep his lips shut tight, pursed together with everything else inside. his face speaks more than him by his sickly green eyes widening his words, and his eyelids blinking more than once to show his lack of familiarity with the name.
at least he didn't die and come here, that could help alice endure the pain that creeps up to that one specific spot. his own eyes slip out of focus, disconnecting with the sutuation on a mental level, and the two seem empty until he manages to shake his head, and white, fluffy hair hits against his cheek. stay strong, komaeda. )
I cause too many problems, so... pleasure survive?
( that comes out both awkward and sheepish, and though he's wrapped in his own concerns and worries; he doesn't want that to become comfortable. it's a habitual cloud of self-loathing and distaste for himself, disappointed that he hasn't held back, or allowed common sense to grab him by the wrist to hold him back. the hatred he has for himself is thick, indivisible; an indistinct welt of what used to be identifiable moments. he's separating himself, but the issue comes from how his mind works, and how hope eases his actions.
he survived, and will continue to as long as hope is a driving force—
komaeda holds out. )
I want Mary Anne to make a recovery, hope is the salve for when complicated events like this arise, you know...!
[ It's debatable whether Alice's efforts to reassure Komaeda are successful — as far as he can tell, they're slowly having the intended effect, but perhaps speaking of "hope" is the true key? Mentioning Cubetaro Hamburger doesn't mean much, since Komaeda hasn't met the man, and Komaeda still seems troubled, if he considers today's incident another instance of causing problems, so the reassurances so far haven't quite done the trick yet. It would also be weird and insulting to pat him on the head like a child, wouldn't it?!
Thankfully, it looks like he's returned from wherever his mind wandered to make him stare at nothing... Hope is the salve, is it? ]
I intend to survive, obviously! Hope, you say... Such as the fish hoping for my autograph? Or should I hope for the wound to heal without a scar?
[ Though it's not as if anyone, including himself, would have to look at it. The walking will end soon, too, and he's sure to make his promised swift recovery after obtaining his bandages and sitting still for a while. ]
Anyway, I'm certain that the nurse will let me leave after mere minutes...
[ Alice points out the hallway to the nurse's office, once it comes into view. ]
( the word changes the color of his world where that bleak darkness took over and it becomes something brighter, a bit more lively as he stares at the other with wide eyes. the term has mixed feelings between him and others, but when alice says it, it's almost like he understands... does he understand the way komaeda uses hope? how it helps a person thrive and prosper? how deaths motivate a person to act... he'd like to think so.
he does manage a smile, and even a laugh that surprises him being the second time alice has gotten one out of him. could today be looking up for him and his view of others? he wouldn't be surprised if alice felt offput around komaeda considering all that he's done between being a murderer and stabbing him when the convict has done no wrong. )
If you make it... you can sign a rock, and we'll put it in fish tank! But you have to return from war, okay?
( with that said as they finally make it to the nurse's office which is closed, he looks over to alice one last time. )
I'll go back to the dorm, if I don't cover up the smell of blood... Riokun will think I've done something I regret.
( now does this mean he doesn't regret, or maybe he's trying not to regret so that alice's efforts as of now don't seem meaningless. )
[ It seems that they've really uttered the magic word — Komaeda has cheered up, Alice thinks. If he's able to smile and laugh, and it's not forced, the accident that unfortunately cut short their fish session isn't weighing him down too much! A signed rock for the fish is a good idea...
As before, Alice rests one hand on his chest, raising the other for one more vow. ]
Of course! I shall return from war, and the fish will have my autograph... Since you're good at cleaning, there's nothing to regret.
[ The raised hand waves at Komaeda in parting until Alice is alone in front of the door to the nurse's office. Then he lets himself hunch over a bit against the jabs of pain prickling through him, laying his palm over the wound in his back before he turns to the closed door to knock.
Is anyone there...? It could be the wrong time of day, or the school nurse is busy with another patient. He'd rather avoid the visit altogether — coming here is too much of a reminder of that Asunaro facility's medical office, even without any dolls or strange devices around... ]
[ the door shuuuuuts right behind alice as he makes his way in, and he'll see that his surroundings show a typical nurse's office. there's portraits of the human body hung up on the walls, along with little drawings and signatures from various students that came and gone from inside on the wall— it puts a person onto the mind of what a kindergarten nurse would have after placing a bandage on on a wound, and in turn the child could write their name on a slip of paper to put on the wall in hopes that they get better.
alice knows none of the names written.
...
there's a desk with various books, animal sticky notes, and a couple of papers scattered all over that doesn't seem to be completely filled out. there's a few names scratched out with a bottle of white out sitting to the side which tells that the nurse has made something of a mistake.
next, alice will hear a few footsteps in the back of the room where a large curtain hides what's going on behind.
[ The school nurse is busy, but Alice supposes that he shouldn't leave. This time, unlike waking up here weeks ago, after fainting just outside the door in the middle of his conversation with Sara, he decides to take a closer look at the room. It's unexpectedly cute for an afterlife high school nurse's office — the drawings and names decorating the walls give the impression that the students are grade schoolers instead.
Approaching the desk, his gait is an awkward dragging along of his feet while he tries not too move around too much, and to pass the time, he scans the sticky notes and the titles on the book covers. It's no real distraction, nothing more than satisfying idle curiosity.
However, he knows not to read everything. Patient privacy should be respected! ]
[ he's already been alarmed the moment the door shut, it acts like a bell to tell him who visits. there's a messy situation where he is now, but removing stained gloves from his hands allows him to peek out from the curtains to check and see who his visitor is.
oh.
...
midori blinks a few times as he watches alice look over a few minor details of the room— the desk, and the papers with names. with him so interested, he can't help but ask even though it's alice, he's sure he can make himself entertaining from all the pain he's caused midori. ]
Want one? We can dot your "i" with a heart, you know? ♡
[ That voice— That's not the school nurse at all! Not the one from before... Grimacing in both pain and displeasure, Alice jerks back from the desk — there's no chance of pretending that he wasn't caught snooping through the items there. ]
You...
[ Dot your own "i" with a heart! He comes close to exclaiming just that, biting back the retort with difficulty, if only because he remembers the inconclusive discussions at that private meeting. He should tread with care, and observe Midori closely without appearing suspicious himself! ]
...You were with a patient, weren't you? [ Truly tending to whoever it is behind that curtain? ] I only require some bandages.
[ how was he taking care of them, who knows? though, there's a hint of red at the tip of his sleeve indicating it was a messy procedure. ]
Did something happen to one of your friends? If so... they'll have to come here.
[ this is his position now, so he has to pick and choose who can leave with material and who can't. after such a spectacle with amami, he wouldn't want a person using bandages to choke themselves... and alice is too use to being bound.
nevermind, he could choke himself, hang, or whatever sounds nice. ]
You look like you have something to say. [ easily readable, he knows his candidates well. ] Are you the one hurt?
[ The stained sleeve catches Alice's attention. Midori's hidden patient hasn't spoken — could they be unconscious? He can only hope that nothing that should be stopped has already occurred in here, unnoticed.
How did Midori take over the nurse's position?! He's really acting the part, and he hasn't mentioned the murder case or the Death Game, even though he must remember enough to bring up an "i" to dot...
It's hard to think past feeling so uncomfortable. ]
...Do I need to prove it? Can't doctors detect such things simply by looking at their patients?
[ he matches alice's suspicious gaze, eyes angling down to his sleeve where bright red accentuates white, bringing a pop to his color scheme. he gives patience where alice searches for irregularities in his actions, sadly for him, midori fits the image of a proper doctor from head to toe to the pose where his hands lace together in front, and he leans curious in a familiar stance, bent and would likely appear uncomfortable if it wasn't a favorable stand.
eyes swiftly examine the countenance before him to see if there's a hint of wariness behind magenta. it doesn't worry him though, too tickled pink by the prospect of alice questioning his medical eye. ]
I see many problems with you, but the one stands out from your posture would be your back.
[ a brisk stride over to alice, midori stands behind him to focus on the wound. ]
The location would be hard for you to mend yourself... very well, I'll need you to strip.
[ moving away, he reaches his desk to pick up a pen and clipboard, writing a bit before speaking up. ]
Now your name: Alice ...?
[ waiting for him to finish the name so he can write it down. ]
I'm sorry, I thought I've got every person's name down pat! But yours managed to escape me...
[ now the non amnesia perfectionist midori would know his name... ]
[ What in the world could Midori mean?! With the exception of the injury, there can't possibly be anything else wrong! Frowning, Alice glances down at himself. His body is in peak health and excellent shape, and it's stripey to match his mind! It's Midori whose posture is terrible, surely...
With a hitch in his breathing as he draws himself up too quickly, reflexively taking issue with Midori standing where he can't see him, Alice still tries to track the man's movements. His thoughts race through his head, rattling around uneasily inside his skull.
Removing his shirt should be fine... But has Midori really forgotten his name? It's not an act, another dubious contract to sign? Even then, it's too late to claim that his full name is Gonbee Yamada — the lie would be exposed in no time. ]
...Yabusame.
[ This is the perfect excuse to watch Midori, Alice tells himself. Slowly, he peels off his shirt, wrestling with it a little when it refuses to release his arms and head, leaving his hair tousled. It can't be helped — the garment is too tight, and his wound interferes with something as simple as undressing. ]
[ midori repeats the name so it's familiar on his tongue, and he finds that the taste is similar to rot— decaying flesh resting on the tip that falls of as he speaks it. it's saccharine when alice hears it, helping him sound more inviting than he would in the majority game. ]
It's nice to meet you! I'm Sou Hiyori, and I'll be your nurse while Miss Akari is on vacation.
[ once he writes down alice's name, midori holds out the clipboard where there's a date and line for the other to sign his name afterwards. it reminds him of the day where he'd get unsuspecting candidates to sign in order to make their wishes come true, but this time it's all about helping th ehuman body while having a reference of who has entered. ]
I need you to sign, and to sit on the cot with your back exposed to me! From what I've seen, it didn't hit anything vital so you'll survive...!
[ Hearing his name in that tone makes Alice shudder, but he attempts to disguise his distaste, rubbing his arms as though the room's temperature is too chilly, now that his upper body isn't clothed. He can't bring himself to return Midori's pleasantries straightaway, answering him with an unintelligible grunt along the lines of hnnghhh, which he also hastens to correct by acting like the sound was an exclamation in response to a burst of excruciating pain. How cruel to make him fill out paperwork in this condition!
He can't help but think that the school nurse's vacation is permanent. ]
...Substitute School Nurse Sou Hiyori, hmm? No doubt you'll have your hands full. I'll sign your paper...
[ This time, if it can be trusted, it seems that it's genuinely just a form to keep track of patient visits. Accepting the clipboard, Alice takes it with him to sit down. The mattress dips beneath him; he looks over his shoulder, unwilling to let Midori out of his sight. ]
Thank you, it helps keep track of who comes and goes, and for what purpose.
[ there's the snap of gloves popping around his wrists as he pulls them on, eyes examining the wound right before him. the fact that alice continues to turn around and peek is actually irritating, making the process of fixing the problem difficult because— ]
Face forward! You're pulling the muscle and causing more blood! Sheesh... do you even care about the state of your body?
[ quirky as always it seems, and having too much fun with the test subject in front of him. he waits for alice to turn his hand, and once he does midori will place his fingers on the outside of the wound, pressing down to see if it stings. ]
[ At the bottom of the sheet? That has to be postponed while Alice rates his pain aloud with a yelp, tossing the clipboard across the room as he twitches upright rigidly to flinch away from Midori's intrusive fingers. The 13.6 face definitely reflects how he feels — maybe even the 17 face!
The prodding can't be a normal procedure! Why would it be necessary, after scolding him to keep still and avoid squeezing more blood out of the wound?! ]
Obviously I care about the state of my body...!! Do you?!
[ Isn't this torture in the guise of medical care? ]
Don't fuss! This is important, we have to make sure that you still have feeling...
[ it was around the stab, and luckily not inside, but he does find alice to be quite the baby about this when throwing the clipboard. it knocks against a jar, shattering the glass of rocks onto the floor.
a small sigh... ]
Is there really a need to ruin the décor...? I didn't believe you'd hate it that much, the other students liked it...
[ walking away from alice, the nurse opens one of the file cabinets to pull out a needle. ]
[ Throwing and breaking things is somewhat embarrassing... ]
It was a reflex, I tell you...!!
[ Does Midori even have those? If he replaced his hands, and his head, and he doesn't bleed at all, he probably feels no pain whatsoever, Alice considers. No one will ever poke him, or jab him with needles!
Back to keeping his eyes trained on Midori's every movement, Alice's apprehension turns his posture tense. Come to think of it... why is there a needle now?! ]
You have to tell me when it hurts, Alice... people will call you a brute if you use anger to explain your feelings.
[ the needles in hand, he grabs a bottle of clear liquid as he jabs it inside of the thin film covering the hole which tells him no one has used it. slowly, he begins to pull up the plunger so that the liquid goes inside to a certain line that he thinks will be enough for the procedure. ]
Are you concerned about this? Well, I'll have to give you stitches, but... I have to numb the area so that you won't cause any more chaotic movements.
[ If this were a normal appointment to see a normal doctor, a needle prepared to inject him with some kind of substance wouldn't be so unnerving, but trusting Midori with that?! Memories or no memories! Alice's eyes remain fixed on Midori's hands. He would be a fool to allow any more of this to go ahead! Besides, the thought of the needle piercing into his skin, and another needle stitching him up...
Any reply dies unsaid while he concentrates on taking careful breaths so as not to faint in the nurse's office today — Sara Chidouin isn't even nearby! He can't risk surrendering the slightest bit of alertness!
Finally, he fumbles for a way out: ]
...I didn't say that I was concerned...! I'm merely sure that I don't need any numbing. You've already confirmed that I'll survive, so it's too much to spend time on stitches...
Now, don't tell me you're afraid of a small needle! It'll get infected if you leave it open...
[ everyone knows this that open wounds are bad in situations like this, especially in a school that doesn't respect cleanliness; it's a nasty disease waiting to happen. midori's even wearing gloves so he can continue with aiding alice, making sure not to do anything too worrisome so that his skin doesn't fall off or anything like that. he should trust his doctors more.
he holds up the needle, hitting it with his index finger to force out the bubbles. ]
I'm a nurse, too, it's never too much time! It's my job, Alice!
[ With a huff, gaze never leaving Midori's fingers and the needle's point, Alice does his best to appear at ease, completely unruffled. An infection... Midori must be exaggerating to scare him, but he probably should tend to his wound properly, and for that, he needs supplies that Midori won't hand over.
Far from at ease and unruffled, Alice grits his teeth. Stitches mean being forced to return to remove them once the wound is fully healed, don't they? ]
Or that I'd leave the wound open... I asked for bandages, so I intended to change them regularly!
Bandages won't do if the area is still open, you need stitches, Alice...
[ he's not apologetic at all as he says it. ensuring his safety is part of a nurse's job, so there's nothing but reassurances as he walks over to alice with the needle in hand. there are no visible bubbles, just a clear substance that's meant to be numbing medicine. ]
I can't imagine how you expect to reach an area you can't even touch! ...Ah, and then allowing other hands to do it, you're better off with a professional...
[ what if his back gets infected and leaks out watery green puss? then he'll get spinal cord injury, and who else knows what! ]
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( alice is right, subaru went to the nurse's office along with amami, and his eyes glance between alice and then to the makeshift amami that they created. he takes his hand back to stuff them into his pocket before biting at the tip of his tongue, and with another step back he'll look over to the fish. they're still playing the same role as before, but komaeda didn't mean to actually stab him— he got excited! but even his happiness is dangerous, enough to cause other's pain if they're not careful, and is that not what he wrought towards the other? )
Amami-kun will take you to the office...
( the only part that isn't accurate is komaeda feeling bad about his stab, he shouldn't have concerns on whether alice will be fine or not. yet, here he is, tapping his foot on the floor as he can feel the blood covered on the weapon he used, and his thumb brushes along the surface. it's not about wiping his hands clean when he does that, or getting them even dirtier, rather him accepting the fact of his decision as he makes his way over to the door. fingers around the knob, turning it to one side, and with a click the door comes open, and komaeda pushes it forward.
stay in character, but also he's trying to get him out sooner than later. )
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That said, it's challenging to walk through the dormitory building as if there's nothing wrong, and crossing the courtyard to make it to the school steadily becomes even more taxing. Inevitably, Alice's feet shuffle along gingerly. He feels too aware of his body — it's like dragging that annoying ball and chain around all over again, like the chafing of his handcuffs rubbing against his wrist. ]
Cubetaro Hamburger endured being stabbed... I'll make a swift recovery...
[ Though he brushes the back of his hand across his brow, wiping away the sheen of perspiration inexplicably beading there, he casts about for some reassuring thing to say. ]
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at least he didn't die and come here, that could help alice endure the pain that creeps up to that one specific spot. his own eyes slip out of focus, disconnecting with the sutuation on a mental level, and the two seem empty until he manages to shake his head, and white, fluffy hair hits against his cheek. stay strong, komaeda. )
I cause too many problems, so... pleasure survive?
( that comes out both awkward and sheepish, and though he's wrapped in his own concerns and worries; he doesn't want that to become comfortable. it's a habitual cloud of self-loathing and distaste for himself, disappointed that he hasn't held back, or allowed common sense to grab him by the wrist to hold him back. the hatred he has for himself is thick, indivisible; an indistinct welt of what used to be identifiable moments. he's separating himself, but the issue comes from how his mind works, and how hope eases his actions.
he survived, and will continue to as long as hope is a driving force—
komaeda holds out. )
I want Mary Anne to make a recovery, hope is the salve for when complicated events like this arise, you know...!
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Thankfully, it looks like he's returned from wherever his mind wandered to make him stare at nothing... Hope is the salve, is it? ]
I intend to survive, obviously! Hope, you say... Such as the fish hoping for my autograph? Or should I hope for the wound to heal without a scar?
[ Though it's not as if anyone, including himself, would have to look at it. The walking will end soon, too, and he's sure to make his promised swift recovery after obtaining his bandages and sitting still for a while. ]
Anyway, I'm certain that the nurse will let me leave after mere minutes...
[ Alice points out the hallway to the nurse's office, once it comes into view. ]
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( the word changes the color of his world where that bleak darkness took over and it becomes something brighter, a bit more lively as he stares at the other with wide eyes. the term has mixed feelings between him and others, but when alice says it, it's almost like he understands... does he understand the way komaeda uses hope? how it helps a person thrive and prosper? how deaths motivate a person to act... he'd like to think so.
he does manage a smile, and even a laugh that surprises him being the second time alice has gotten one out of him. could today be looking up for him and his view of others? he wouldn't be surprised if alice felt offput around komaeda considering all that he's done between being a murderer and stabbing him when the convict has done no wrong. )
If you make it... you can sign a rock, and we'll put it in fish tank! But you have to return from war, okay?
( with that said as they finally make it to the nurse's office which is closed, he looks over to alice one last time. )
I'll go back to the dorm, if I don't cover up the smell of blood... Riokun will think I've done something I regret.
( now does this mean he doesn't regret, or maybe he's trying not to regret so that alice's efforts as of now don't seem meaningless. )
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As before, Alice rests one hand on his chest, raising the other for one more vow. ]
Of course! I shall return from war, and the fish will have my autograph... Since you're good at cleaning, there's nothing to regret.
[ The raised hand waves at Komaeda in parting until Alice is alone in front of the door to the nurse's office. Then he lets himself hunch over a bit against the jabs of pain prickling through him, laying his palm over the wound in his back before he turns to the closed door to knock.
Is anyone there...? It could be the wrong time of day, or the school nurse is busy with another patient. He'd rather avoid the visit altogether — coming here is too much of a reminder of that Asunaro facility's medical office, even without any dolls or strange devices around... ]
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alice knows none of the names written.
...
there's a desk with various books, animal sticky notes, and a couple of papers scattered all over that doesn't seem to be completely filled out. there's a few names scratched out with a bottle of white out sitting to the side which tells that the nurse has made something of a mistake.
next, alice will hear a few footsteps in the back of the room where a large curtain hides what's going on behind.
...
what would he like to check? ]
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Approaching the desk, his gait is an awkward dragging along of his feet while he tries not too move around too much, and to pass the time, he scans the sticky notes and the titles on the book covers. It's no real distraction, nothing more than satisfying idle curiosity.
However, he knows not to read everything. Patient privacy should be respected! ]
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oh.
...
midori blinks a few times as he watches alice look over a few minor details of the room— the desk, and the papers with names. with him so interested, he can't help but ask even though it's alice, he's sure he can make himself entertaining from all the pain he's caused midori. ]
Want one? We can dot your "i" with a heart, you know? ♡
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You...
[ Dot your own "i" with a heart! He comes close to exclaiming just that, biting back the retort with difficulty, if only because he remembers the inconclusive discussions at that private meeting. He should tread with care, and observe Midori closely without appearing suspicious himself! ]
...You were with a patient, weren't you? [ Truly tending to whoever it is behind that curtain? ] I only require some bandages.
[ And something to clean his wound, possibly? ]
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[ how was he taking care of them, who knows? though, there's a hint of red at the tip of his sleeve indicating it was a messy procedure. ]
Did something happen to one of your friends? If so... they'll have to come here.
[ this is his position now, so he has to pick and choose who can leave with material and who can't. after such a spectacle with amami, he wouldn't want a person using bandages to choke themselves... and alice is too use to being bound.
nevermind, he could choke himself, hang, or whatever sounds nice. ]
You look like you have something to say. [ easily readable, he knows his candidates well. ] Are you the one hurt?
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How did Midori take over the nurse's position?! He's really acting the part, and he hasn't mentioned the murder case or the Death Game, even though he must remember enough to bring up an "i" to dot...
It's hard to think past feeling so uncomfortable. ]
...Do I need to prove it? Can't doctors detect such things simply by looking at their patients?
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eyes swiftly examine the countenance before him to see if there's a hint of wariness behind magenta. it doesn't worry him though, too tickled pink by the prospect of alice questioning his medical eye. ]
I see many problems with you, but the one stands out from your posture would be your back.
[ a brisk stride over to alice, midori stands behind him to focus on the wound. ]
The location would be hard for you to mend yourself... very well, I'll need you to strip.
[ moving away, he reaches his desk to pick up a pen and clipboard, writing a bit before speaking up. ]
Now your name: Alice ...?
[ waiting for him to finish the name so he can write it down. ]
I'm sorry, I thought I've got every person's name down pat! But yours managed to escape me...
[ now the non amnesia perfectionist midori would know his name... ]
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[ What in the world could Midori mean?! With the exception of the injury, there can't possibly be anything else wrong! Frowning, Alice glances down at himself. His body is in peak health and excellent shape, and it's stripey to match his mind! It's Midori whose posture is terrible, surely...
With a hitch in his breathing as he draws himself up too quickly, reflexively taking issue with Midori standing where he can't see him, Alice still tries to track the man's movements. His thoughts race through his head, rattling around uneasily inside his skull.
Removing his shirt should be fine... But has Midori really forgotten his name? It's not an act, another dubious contract to sign? Even then, it's too late to claim that his full name is Gonbee Yamada — the lie would be exposed in no time. ]
...Yabusame.
[ This is the perfect excuse to watch Midori, Alice tells himself. Slowly, he peels off his shirt, wrestling with it a little when it refuses to release his arms and head, leaving his hair tousled. It can't be helped — the garment is too tight, and his wound interferes with something as simple as undressing. ]
Is this enough?
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[ midori repeats the name so it's familiar on his tongue, and he finds that the taste is similar to rot— decaying flesh resting on the tip that falls of as he speaks it. it's saccharine when alice hears it, helping him sound more inviting than he would in the majority game. ]
It's nice to meet you! I'm Sou Hiyori, and I'll be your nurse while Miss Akari is on vacation.
[ once he writes down alice's name, midori holds out the clipboard where there's a date and line for the other to sign his name afterwards. it reminds him of the day where he'd get unsuspecting candidates to sign in order to make their wishes come true, but this time it's all about helping th ehuman body while having a reference of who has entered. ]
I need you to sign, and to sit on the cot with your back exposed to me! From what I've seen, it didn't hit anything vital so you'll survive...!
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He can't help but think that the school nurse's vacation is permanent. ]
...Substitute School Nurse Sou Hiyori, hmm? No doubt you'll have your hands full. I'll sign your paper...
[ This time, if it can be trusted, it seems that it's genuinely just a form to keep track of patient visits. Accepting the clipboard, Alice takes it with him to sit down. The mattress dips beneath him; he looks over his shoulder, unwilling to let Midori out of his sight. ]
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[ there's the snap of gloves popping around his wrists as he pulls them on, eyes examining the wound right before him. the fact that alice continues to turn around and peek is actually irritating, making the process of fixing the problem difficult because— ]
Face forward! You're pulling the muscle and causing more blood! Sheesh... do you even care about the state of your body?
[ quirky as always it seems, and having too much fun with the test subject in front of him. he waits for alice to turn his hand, and once he does midori will place his fingers on the outside of the wound, pressing down to see if it stings. ]
At the bottom of the sheet, rate your pain.
[ it looks like this. ]
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The prodding can't be a normal procedure! Why would it be necessary, after scolding him to keep still and avoid squeezing more blood out of the wound?! ]
Obviously I care about the state of my body...!! Do you?!
[ Isn't this torture in the guise of medical care? ]
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[ it was around the stab, and luckily not inside, but he does find alice to be quite the baby about this when throwing the clipboard. it knocks against a jar, shattering the glass of rocks onto the floor.
a small sigh... ]
Is there really a need to ruin the décor...? I didn't believe you'd hate it that much, the other students liked it...
[ walking away from alice, the nurse opens one of the file cabinets to pull out a needle. ]
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It was a reflex, I tell you...!!
[ Does Midori even have those? If he replaced his hands, and his head, and he doesn't bleed at all, he probably feels no pain whatsoever, Alice considers. No one will ever poke him, or jab him with needles!
Back to keeping his eyes trained on Midori's every movement, Alice's apprehension turns his posture tense. Come to think of it... why is there a needle now?! ]
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[ the needles in hand, he grabs a bottle of clear liquid as he jabs it inside of the thin film covering the hole which tells him no one has used it. slowly, he begins to pull up the plunger so that the liquid goes inside to a certain line that he thinks will be enough for the procedure. ]
Are you concerned about this? Well, I'll have to give you stitches, but... I have to numb the area so that you won't cause any more chaotic movements.
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Any reply dies unsaid while he concentrates on taking careful breaths so as not to faint in the nurse's office today — Sara Chidouin isn't even nearby! He can't risk surrendering the slightest bit of alertness!
Finally, he fumbles for a way out: ]
...I didn't say that I was concerned...! I'm merely sure that I don't need any numbing. You've already confirmed that I'll survive, so it's too much to spend time on stitches...
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[ everyone knows this that open wounds are bad in situations like this, especially in a school that doesn't respect cleanliness; it's a nasty disease waiting to happen. midori's even wearing gloves so he can continue with aiding alice, making sure not to do anything too worrisome so that his skin doesn't fall off or anything like that. he should trust his doctors more.
he holds up the needle, hitting it with his index finger to force out the bubbles. ]
I'm a nurse, too, it's never too much time! It's my job, Alice!
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[ With a huff, gaze never leaving Midori's fingers and the needle's point, Alice does his best to appear at ease, completely unruffled. An infection... Midori must be exaggerating to scare him, but he probably should tend to his wound properly, and for that, he needs supplies that Midori won't hand over.
Far from at ease and unruffled, Alice grits his teeth. Stitches mean being forced to return to remove them once the wound is fully healed, don't they? ]
Or that I'd leave the wound open... I asked for bandages, so I intended to change them regularly!
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[ he's not apologetic at all as he says it. ensuring his safety is part of a nurse's job, so there's nothing but reassurances as he walks over to alice with the needle in hand. there are no visible bubbles, just a clear substance that's meant to be numbing medicine. ]
I can't imagine how you expect to reach an area you can't even touch! ...Ah, and then allowing other hands to do it, you're better off with a professional...
[ what if his back gets infected and leaks out watery green puss? then he'll get spinal cord injury, and who else knows what! ]
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