Welcome to the jungle [NISO]

Niso had came to the nurses office at a bad time it seemed. With his erm...quirk...leading him to deal with a lot of horrific scents in his work and research, Niso tended to smell really bad himself, and not always able to aquire the items needed to combat such a powerful scent at his age, especially when he tended to look even younger, Niso had aquired a line through the school nurse to get high grade de-oderizers you wouldn't find on store shelves, and several other items of medical equipment he needed to deal with corpses. A bone saw wasn't exactly something you could find in a hardware store afterall.

Of course today it seemed Miss Sequioa was busy dealing with something elsewhere, leaving Niso to sit and wait like the nervous little boy he could be when not engrossed in his research or a book. His legs swinging a little, heels scraping across the floor on each pass, just trying to pass time as he went over some thoughts in his head. How long would that dog he had refigerated last. Should he start sowing in experation dates to the corpses? If so how would he account for the accelerated decay of brief usage? So on and so forth, until someone barged into the room. Immediately Niso's head lifted, wondering if it was someone to see the nurse, but watching them and hearing their words, Niso hoisted the block shaped bag he had strapped across his chest and quickly moved between her and the shelves containing medical supplies, specifically those that could potentially act as a 'fun time' like alcohol.

"I-I'm sorry but I'm afraid M-Miss sequoia is out and s-s-she likely wouldn't like you to erm...t-t-ake her suplies like that..."

All the same his eyes naturally drifted to her wounds, wincing a little, a pointed finger as he spoke curling into his palm. "O-of course...I have some...LIGHT training-" He said, having studied medical books all his life. "If you need some immediate treatment..?"

Feeling that firm grasp on his shoulder, Niso froze up a little. Unlike Kanna with himself, Niso didn't recognize her, usually keeping his head low in class and so sleep deprived from nights of studying that he relied on his recordings of classes more than his actual ability to keep his eyes open. of course he still pushed himself to take notes anyway, but it was especially hard to take in both the contents of a lesson and the faces of his classmates till he met them outside of their lessons.

"O-okay.." gulping nervously, he shifted to the side as he was pushed, feeling he might get in trouble still if he was seen on any security system just letting another student grab medical supplies from Miss Sequioa's office, rubbing his arm where she'd grasp and letting her root through the shelves to find what she needed, though as she elaborated on what she was doing, Niso raised a finger, a bit too nervous to speak for a moment, and just managing it as she began to turn away to leave.

"U-Unless you can stitch up your own face I-I think you might!" He let out, a little louder than perhaps intended thanks to his nerve. "M-might need some help...t-that is..I mean..." he swallowed his nerves and steadied his voice before trying again. "I-I can tell from here it's probably a little...d-deeper than you think..."

Seeing her realize the extent of her injury, Niso felt she got the idea to stick around for the nurse, and opened his mouth in an attempt to make it clear that that was what he had intended, but the girl didn't give his brain much time to get the words out. The moment she removed her jacket, regardless of the bruises, Niso's mind rapidly shut down as he was presented with what was, at his age, a borderline 'explicit' example of the female body, the subtle muscles of the girl catching his eye briefly and forcing blood to rush to his cheeks, turning his eyes away just as his heart pounded.

Niso wasn't exactly attracted to her persay, but his strong Genophobia extended to people who were...'free' with their body. Seeing a girl dressed so skimpily was making him want to run out of the room and slam the door behind him. The ideas running through his head were all clearly ridiculous and he knew it, so he tried to swallow his fears, but all the same there they were, forcing his chest to pound and leaving a stinging sensation behind each pulse.

Even with the loud pulsing in his ears he just barely heard her words...wait did she expect him to fix her up? He...he erm...he could do that? His father trained him in first aid and he had a lot of theoretical knowledge but..."I-I can do that..yeah!" he spoke before he could really think, forcing himself into this uncomfortable situation now and cursing at himself internally for it. He closed his eyes and turned his back to the girl, cursing through gritted teeth allowed as he started to tug out drawers looking for what he needed, getting some medical tape and a compress bandage. He briefly opened up some of the higher shelves looking for a needle and thread, given that was his specialty, but the wound wasn't all that deep, so dodging some tools that fell out when he opened a cupboard with a little too much vigor, fumbling with the things he DID need as he made his way to the bed.

"I-I erm...I have some experience but I-it could be best to wait for the nurse...?" Assuming she told him to go ahead, he'd start with her hands first since that'd be easy enough, bandaging around around the wounds in a way that was neat and clean, while also letting her fully use her hands. "You knew what you were looking for...you get like this often?"

"Hey!" Keeping the first aid supplies out of her reach when she tried to take them, Niso got a bit of nerve for a moment. He may have thought it best to wait for the nurse but he wasn't about to let someone treat themselves. Even when his dad did it he hated it, and that guy was a professional. Shaking his head, his eyes unusually stern, deep bags under his eyes weirdly helping him look serious, he held up what he had in his hands out of her reach on the chair she was using. "If you're gonna get patched up by someone without professional training, it's not gonna be you. I know it's simple but everyone fucks something up without realizing when they do it themselves." He placed down the items he'd be using and pulled up a stool, mumbling mostly to himself. "Who knew blinding disenfectant pain could cause someone to make a mistake..."

getting somewhat into the zone as he looked over her hands, taking them carefully, his touch mainly focused around her palm and wrist so as not to aggravate her cuts, he determined they could wait, though he could do with making sure there was no grit or anything in them. He assumed she'd been fighting another person, but these days people could be made out of rock, so it was best to make sure. He leaned up out of the stool and rather forwardly grasped the sides of her head, looking over the forehead wound she'd recieved and deciding to go with that first, grabbing a cotton swap and pouring some alcohol onto it, reaching up to start cleaning the cut first.

"Might sting a little-" he commented, oddly offhand before brushing the cotton across the wounded spot, cleaning and disinfecting it at the same time. Her comments about fixing herself at home made him sigh, shaking his head as he pulled the swab back to check the wound again. "Ya know thats an easy way to get some real hospital treatment...no matter how simple it might be a second pair of hands always helps..." it was clear he took even the most basic levels of first aid seriously, preparing a small pad, cutting it from the larger material and taping the edges of it before gently applying it to her forehead. It wasn't too serious, but it'd help soak up any excess blood better than a rough bandage, though he would do 2-3 wrappings under her hairline to help keep it steady.

"Your hands'll probably just need some light washing and then some bandages...the headwound should heal fine, though I'm no expert...if it dosn't start closing up tommorrow I might think about seeing the nurse...." He paused, remembering she came in the one time the nurse wasn't here, and briefly assuming she might not like dealing with her personally. "Course...I know how to do some light stitching if you prefer not to see her..."

"Mmm, I suppose...it is best to do SOMETHING, but I've heard one or two too many cases where people do it themselves and get some horrible infection due to an accident so..." He shrugged, and smiled weakly, pulling his stool a little closer as he lightly took her closest hand and started to clean the scrapes on her knuckles with a dabbing cloth like before. "I dunno, if you really can't find anyone I can't recommend leaving it either, and I know people can hate hospitals so I don't have much to say...just be careful."

Even as he spoke he was clearly a little engrossed in what he was doing, grabbing the bandages again, but before he started working them around her palms, he tossed the rough fabric between his hands, pretending to think, but perhaps having a bit more of a smuggish look as he built an argument in his head. "Well lets pro-con this. Bandaids look childish, and on a motion point like your knuckles, they're probably gonna pop off very easily. 2 cons. 3 Pros to bandages are they look cool when they're not too thick, it'll probably hurt them more when you punch someone...oh, and they won't fall off."

he gave a weak smirk before continuing what he wad doing, very easily wrapping the bandages around her hands, actually making it a very thin layer so it was more-akin to sports tape while still covering her scratched points and stemming the building, the ends cut very swiftly with a single clean run of the scizzors, the process repeated with ease on the other hand too, and Niso briefly checking over his work before letting her have her hands back with a weak smile of his own.

"All good...hey erm..." He rubbed the back of his neck, his nerves returning somewhat as he let out a low sigh. "I...live on campus. If you DO need an extra pair of hands from time to time..."