◣ injured ◥ :

    Upon Kyouka’s return, his eyes skirt across the items she’s gathered & his chest simultaneously both sinks and tightens. Ugh, what point was there in being stubborn about this now? The injury was worse than he’d initially anticipated, and further treatment was mandatory– that, or he’d bleed out to death for the sake of his pride.

    He winces when the other presses a clean towel to his wound, biting down on his lip but refraining from cursing or yelling at her like he would have had it been… well, he’d rather not think about that when he’s already on the verge of death. An exaggeration, perhaps, but this really does hurt like a bitch… and he thinks he might rather die than have some kid cauterising his wounds.

    “ U-Uh, whichever you’re more confident with… ” he awkwardly stammers, tired eyes trained on the equipment adjacent to them. Chuuya ponders on asking  whether it’s really okay for her to help out with this, but he’s smart enough to know this isn’t the sort of wound he could treat himself and come out of without some lethal infection.

◣ ✿ ◥ Whichever way she was more confident with? Well, strictly speaking, Kyouka had plenty of practice stitching up fabric on torn kimonos and plush toys, so doing the same with human flesh shouldn’t be too different. On the other hand, it may take longer than cauterisation, and the time difference could cause Chuuya to lose too much blood and bleed out as a result.

While his bleeding appeared to have slowed a bit–the new towel didn’t become soaked through as quickly–he’d still lost too much to take the chance of drawing out treatment. At the very least, it would suffice until he got to an actual doctor, and with that in mind, she pointed to the futon. “Lay down,” she orders. If he jerked away from her while she attempted to seal the wound, it could only make the situation worse. Or if he passed out and fell, since he was bound to be lightheaded at that point. “I’ll cauterise it.”

She then takes his hand and moves it so he held the towel himself before wiping the blood off onto her kimono and picking up the blade and lighter. It took a couple attempts to get the flame going, but once she managed to, she held the blade at an angle to the fire so more of the metal heated up at the same time. Another thought occurred to her.

“Do you have a gun?” She turned her attention back to Chuuya. “Or bullets, at least.”