singsingbluesilver | 30... pretty please with a strawberry on top

[ He's in bed, thank you. ~~And no, not with Ryuichi. Or Mika.~~ Hugging the pillow as thought it actually gives him some comfort. He peers at her because he wasn't expecting her to arrive nearly so suddenly. ]

...Hello, Miss Salaheem.

[ Yes. Tohma looks like hell. You don't need to tell him; he knows. ]

You look like hell.

[ See? She's gonna tell you anyway.

Naja sniffs the air a bit. ]

...blood. You went and reopened one of yer injuries.

[ And a very straightforward look. ]

...your shirt.

...Thanks, Miss Salaheem. It is a pleasure to see you as well.

[ As Tohma's hands automatically go to his stomach as if holding it will prevent Naja from smelling the blood. ]

You really are part cat or something, aren't you?

[ He slowly brings himself into a sitting position, covering the pain as usual with a smile. ]

Are you sure you want to do this, Miss Salaheem? It seemed a little draining on you last time.

No, I'm a Mithra. We happen to have a highly developed sense of smell.

And of courrrse I do. Now hurry up so I can get a look.

[ With a sigh, Tohma lifts up his shirt just enough so he has access to the bandages. With an uncharacteristic frown, he tugs at the bloody bandages for a few moments and eventually manages to pull them off.

Tohma's so much of a genius that he hasn't been taking care of himself at all. Not only is he thinner than usual, but it's evident that this isn't the first time that stomach wound reopened. It was pretty deep originally, and the stitches from Hatori are still there (mostly), but god it looks awful.

So awful that Tohma isn't going to bother looking at it. ]

[ Naja grimmaces. She doesn't like how that looks. ]

You idiot...ya rrran off from the hospital early, didn't ya...

I'm not even gonna ask what happened here, but with the way things are we can't afforrrd to have anyone weak. I'm fixin' that up for ya.

Only by a month.

[ Have a smile, Naja. ]

Are you sure you can do it? [...] Ah, no, let me rephrase. It won't make you weak, too, will it?

I was afrrraid of that.

Don't insult me. [ And she's already got one hand up. Watch out for a bit of tingling there, Tohma. ]

[ Tingling? A little bit of tingling is so much better than having a hole in your stomach without any painkillers. ]

[ Pain? What pain? Your pain is gone, Tohma. The soft white glow is gone, too; and Naja backs off. ]

That's all I'm doin' for ya. The rest has to heal by itself, but you should be fine. It's not just yer body that needs healin'. Get some rest.

[ Oh. This feeling without pain while still being sober. This is an amazing feeling, and Tohma's gratefulness is leaking into his face. He really needs to pay more attention to himself. ]

...Thank you, Miss Salaheem. I... appreciate it. A lot.

[ Naja feels flattered, but she isn't about to let herself get used to this. White magic isn't meant for this kind of use so often. ]

Yer welcome, but don't get used to it.

[ And with that she begins to strike out. If you've got something to say, hurry up and do it before she's out the door. ]

Wait. Miss Salaheem.

[...]

Isn't there anything I can do in return?

[ As though expecting him to reply, Naja spins around, pointing her mace at Tohma menacingly. ]

You can keep yer mouth shut about my abilities. I'm not a serrrvice, you know.

And don't get yourself hurt again.

[ Why were all of the women he knew so violent? ]

A-Ah. As I said, it wasn't my idea to begin with....

And I'll do my best.

[ Smiiiiiiiiile. ]

Good.

[ And with that, she's outta there. ]

[ Frowning at her as she goes because he's still not used to people wanting to leave so badly unless it was because of intimidation.

And flopping back onto the bed and hugging that pillow, not even bothering to dispose of those bloody bandages yet. ]

I suppose at this point I don't have any other choice but to forgive her completely, do I?

30... pretty please with a strawberry on top

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