Luck? Yeah right. [completed]

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Character(s): Saitou and NPCs
Content: Saitou being rescued by NPCs and brought to Aiches to recover.
Setting: around Niflheim
Time: late evening
Warnings: none~


Some people call him lucky to be surviving so many battles and disasters, but he really would like to disagree. For one, having one's foot jammed under a million tonnes of rubble is not a nice feeling when one is still alive. And another, one needs to smoke when one is alive, and it is not a nice feeling to be running out of cigarettes either. Also, it seems that having his head bashed made him call himself 'one' like a certain red-headed battousai does. How awful.

Saitou takes another drag from his cigarette, gingerly shifting a little to give his broken left arm some space. He has been sitting here for quite some time now. While he is conveniently hidden from the strange white creatures, he is also hidden from any passerby who might help him. He can call out, sure, but he won't.

He can get out and go to a hospital himself. Saitou will do that once he finishes this one cigarette, or two. That is none of your business.

Comments

Michael & Co.

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She glances at the patient when he asks how bad it is, he sounded concerned, but there’s a trace of tired irritation. “Headache?” She asks calmly, even though it’s relatively a rhetorical question. He probably wouldn’t ask if it didn’t hurt. She glances up, frowning at Michael, who is talking with Dr. Nick now.

“Hush,” she mumbles quietly, even though she knows from experience that hushing someone usually doesn’t make them stay quiet or stop moving around, regardless of how much they shouldn’t move.

“It could be worse,” she says quietly, before explaining, “You have bruises behind your ears and a little bit around your eyes. Some torn tissue, since fluid is leaking from your ears. At least the fracture seems clean. Probably somewhere around here. (She traces a line from his ear to the back of his head and then around the other side). Now stay still or you’ll make your head hurt more.” She gets up slowly, whispering to David to go see if they can get a bed for the patient, telling him to tell Michael that he has a headache and likely a high ICP.

Meanwhile, Michael glances at Nick. It amuses him, how his speech has that one idiosyncrasy of saying “everybody” when addressing one person.

“Fujita Goro(he nods at the injured man) has a basilar skull fracture, a few broken ribs, a broken arm and a bruised leg as well as a few lacerations from a knife. I’ll take the payment on myself, I would a bill for the treatments you give him. I am also a little curious as to how alternative medicine works..”

He gives a glance back at Gayle and Fujita Goro, seeing Gayle frowning at him, before talking to the patient and then sending David to him. He sighs, “What now?”

David smiles, “Gayle says we should get him to a bed. She says he’s got a headache, likely from a high ICP, whatever that is.” He glances back at the man he had helped rescue. Having now delivered the message, he nods at Dr. Nick. “It’s nice here.”

Michael frowns, “That’s not good. A gurney for the patient?” he asks Dr. Nick, while also glancing at the nurse who’s standing nearby.