Post by Hino Yojin on Jan 27, 2019 15:59:08 GMT -4
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hachi would be so proud.
It really was just like the training camp. Yojin tried not to look at Haruuhi’s injuries. He really, really did. It was impossible not to, though--her legs--even Sachiko’s hadn’t been that bad. Even with Nimue’s quirk, there was no way Haruuhi would be able to walk normally ever again. And that was only the most severe--the burns, the bruises and bleeding--had they just meant to torture her to death?
Fucking Yakuza.
Yojin’s stomach lurched, and he looked back down at the lock in the chains. Locks were easy, as long as you didn’t care about using them ever again. Reach inside, break the mechanism, pull. How many hours had he spent as a child screwing with the pins, trying to pick it or play with the combination before he’d figured that out?
Thanks, dad.
The lock snapped open, and he started to unravel the chains, before shaking his head, and just leaving them hanging loose. Nimue was right--they needed to get Haruuhi flat, so she could work. It was almost comforting to have someone telling him what to do. It made it easy to focus on just...following orders, instead of trying to think right now.
Yojin stepped up to the chair, trying to force himself to only look at the metal, and ignore the person inside. Ignore the blood. The bruises. She wanted to die. He couldn’t blame her. What they healed her, and left her a cripple, in pain for the rest of her life? Should he even help Nimue and the bugman?
Focus.
Flat. He could try to help move her, or--He moved his body in front of the chair, trying to hide his quirk. They couldn’t have told what he was doing with the lock, but--
How much did he really care about fueling their suspicions when there was a life at stake?
Pins in the metal chair popped out with a series of metallic pops, and Yojin felt sweat bead on his brow. He was finally starting to feel the use of his quirk. But as always, he was restricting himself to the greatest effect, with the least amount of effort.
“Yes, Sens-Um. Bugman. Chair’s going to fold flat. Stretcher. Lower it gently.” Yojin said, his voice cracking at the end. Shit, shit, shit. He couldn’t focus while he was working.
The chair folded in on itself, the seat dropping down, until it could form the frame of a makeshift stretcher.
Again, just like Semper Fi.
When Haruuhi was safely flat on the ground, Yojin turned back to Nimue, opening up his bag. It was strange that she only had a spear to serve as a splint, but perhaps she was used to relying on her quirk. Luckily, unlike Semper Fi, Yojin had kept basic medical supplies in his bag. He’d learned.
He pulled out a roll of gauze, handing it over to Nimue silently, then followed it with a mouthwash bottle full of iodine, a roll of duct tape, to hold the gauze in place, and some super glue--he’d heard the army used it for battlefield stitches. Last, still without speaking, he pulled out his wrench set, grabbing a strip of gauze, and wrapping it around it, as though to demonstrate that it could be used for a splint.
The actual bandaging he left to Nimue. His hands had started shake so badly he didn’t feel like he could trust himself for first aid. He needed to get out of here, before Geist or Nimue tried to talk to him more..
Fucking Yakuza.
Yojin’s stomach lurched, and he looked back down at the lock in the chains. Locks were easy, as long as you didn’t care about using them ever again. Reach inside, break the mechanism, pull. How many hours had he spent as a child screwing with the pins, trying to pick it or play with the combination before he’d figured that out?
Thanks, dad.
The lock snapped open, and he started to unravel the chains, before shaking his head, and just leaving them hanging loose. Nimue was right--they needed to get Haruuhi flat, so she could work. It was almost comforting to have someone telling him what to do. It made it easy to focus on just...following orders, instead of trying to think right now.
Yojin stepped up to the chair, trying to force himself to only look at the metal, and ignore the person inside. Ignore the blood. The bruises. She wanted to die. He couldn’t blame her. What they healed her, and left her a cripple, in pain for the rest of her life? Should he even help Nimue and the bugman?
Focus.
Flat. He could try to help move her, or--He moved his body in front of the chair, trying to hide his quirk. They couldn’t have told what he was doing with the lock, but--
How much did he really care about fueling their suspicions when there was a life at stake?
Pins in the metal chair popped out with a series of metallic pops, and Yojin felt sweat bead on his brow. He was finally starting to feel the use of his quirk. But as always, he was restricting himself to the greatest effect, with the least amount of effort.
“Yes, Sens-Um. Bugman. Chair’s going to fold flat. Stretcher. Lower it gently.” Yojin said, his voice cracking at the end. Shit, shit, shit. He couldn’t focus while he was working.
The chair folded in on itself, the seat dropping down, until it could form the frame of a makeshift stretcher.
Again, just like Semper Fi.
When Haruuhi was safely flat on the ground, Yojin turned back to Nimue, opening up his bag. It was strange that she only had a spear to serve as a splint, but perhaps she was used to relying on her quirk. Luckily, unlike Semper Fi, Yojin had kept basic medical supplies in his bag. He’d learned.
He pulled out a roll of gauze, handing it over to Nimue silently, then followed it with a mouthwash bottle full of iodine, a roll of duct tape, to hold the gauze in place, and some super glue--he’d heard the army used it for battlefield stitches. Last, still without speaking, he pulled out his wrench set, grabbing a strip of gauze, and wrapping it around it, as though to demonstrate that it could be used for a splint.
The actual bandaging he left to Nimue. His hands had started shake so badly he didn’t feel like he could trust himself for first aid. He needed to get out of here, before Geist or Nimue tried to talk to him more..
Yojin unchains Haruuhi, then turns the chair into a makeshift stretcher. He hands Nimue his first-Aid kit: Gauze, Tape, Iodine, Super-glue, and Wrenches.
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