42... i has a boo-boo

[singsingbluesilver]

[ voice | Japanese ]

[ A few moments of static and some muttered curses in English. There's the sound of something crunching as if someone is laying in broken glass and a low moan. ]

...Ow. That smarts.

Can... someone come pick us up? We're not moving from here.


[ OOC: Tohma hasn't been eating and when Ryuichi showed up with soup for Suguru, the smell caused Tohma to faint, which caused Ryuichi to try to catch him. The weight and height overbalanced Ryuichi so they both fell to the ground on top of the bowl of soup Ryuichi just brought them. So, not only is he cut with some of the bowl pieces, Ryuichi managed to land wrong on his arm and break it, and Tohma managed to sprain his wrist trying to not land so hard on top of Ryuichi. ]

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[singsingbluesilver]

That would be good. I like them both.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

'kay... I'll see what I can do.

[ Leaning against forever. ]

And ice cream....

[singsingbluesilver]

Ice cream would be nice too.

[ Is holding him forever too. ]

Tohma? Will you go with me to the doctors?

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

Okay. I'll do my best.

[ ...Hospital. The hospital wasn't fun last time. ]

Sure. I'll go with you and make sure your arm isn't broken too badly.

[singsingbluesilver]

[ But Ryuichi would be there, trusting Tohma would hold his hand in case there were needles. ]

And your wrist, Tohma. We have to make sure about your wrist.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

[ Tohma would explain that Ryuichi won't need to worry about needles! And will forget to explain that he might need surgery if his sprain is bad enough. Which it probably is. ]

My wrist...? It's fine, Ryuichi.

[ It's swollen. And looks bruised. And is a little warm to the touch. BUT IT'S PERFECTLY FINE. As Tohma pulls down the sleeve of his sweater to hide his wrist. The painful expression his face means it wasn't a good idea to touch his wrist. But! He's smiling after that. Somehow. ]

[singsingbluesilver]

[ Just stares at him, eyes narrowing and all hint of his giggles gone. He can handle his own pain, but other's pain? Not so well. ]

I wish Tohma would stop lying to me.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

Please don't look at me that way.

[singsingbluesilver]

It looks bad and it looks like there might be a lot wrong with it that a simple splint can't fix. You need to see a doctor or you won't be able to play again. And a Tohma that can't play is something I do not want to see.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

Think of where we are. If there's something wrong... they won't be able to fix it.

[singsingbluesilver]

But are you that sure no one can fix it?

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

I don't... think it's bad enough to need surgery or anything. Far from it. But if that were the case, I doubt... that the city would have the proper tools.

It's fine though. Really. Just... a little sore. That's all. The important thing is getting your arm fixed. Maybe Sohma-sensei will take care of it for you. He's a pretty good doctor.

[singsingbluesilver]

It'll still need to get all wrapped up and everything.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

I can d--

[ ...Damn that face. ]

...All right, Ryuichi.

[singsingbluesilver]

And maybe if they put a cast on it, I can sign it and you can sign mine?

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

[ That idea is so amusing he ends up in bubbly laughter for a few seconds. ]

That... That would be... nice, Ryuichi. We can give autographs to each other and write get well messages.

[singsingbluesilver]

[ And he smiles at the sound of Tohma's laughter, snuggling against him. ]

It will be very nice.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

I'll even write it in English for you.

[singsingbluesilver]

I'll write my best kanji for you.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

I'm sure it will look lovely. But what will it say?

[singsingbluesilver]

'Get Better Soon!'

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

[ Smiling genuinely before burying his face in Ryuichi's shoulder. ]

Get better soon....

[singsingbluesilver]

[ Nuzzling his cheek and sighing softly. ]

Mm, shiny shine Tohma.

[blameshimself.livejournal.com]

We can shine together... and have dinner together.

[singsingbluesilver]

Mm, we can.