The Florence Nightengale Effect

[onehandsomeslickninja]

That last battle... well, it hadn't gone well.

He'd gotten way too used to white magic, was his second waking thought (the first, of course, being pain). Before he even opened his eyes, he took stock of himself, and determined that everything hurt. Well, maybe not everything. His leg hurt more than most, but his face and arms felt a little better than they probably ought to given how he'd been scratched and scraped...

And hey, this ground was comfortable. Unusually comfortable, almost like a bed.

With a groan, Edge cracked one eye open.

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[onehandsomeslickninja]

"Stitches?" That brought him back down to reality fairly quickly, as well as giving him an excuse to stop propping himself up -- which he was very quickly coming to regret attempting. Instead, he let out a breath and sank back down, trying to assess himself again. "I mean, I'm sure I'm fine, but -- well, it would be rude of me to turn you away from doing your job."

Sending a pretty caretaker had been wise. He was already being a much better patient for her than he would otherwise have been.

[medicinemaster]

Good. It seems like this one is going to behave himself for her. Too many of Yaone's patients can be stubborn and difficult, refusing to listen or trust her instructions, when all she's trying to do is help them recover.

"Your injuries were extensive. It looked as if you had been in a terrible fight."

The majority of Yaone's patients are youkai; sometimes she forgets just how fragile human bodies are in comparison. Even someone with a more delicate physique like her own would not come out of combat so heavily damaged.

"Do you remember anything about your opponents? They seem very dangerous."

Far too dangerous to leave unchecked. Yaone might be weary but she's still willing to hunt whoever did this down and put them down before anyone else shares this man's fate.

[onehandsomeslickninja]

"Monsters," The memories were hazy -- either he'd taken a knock to the head or just the overall trauma had left the battle a blur except for memories of pain and frantic urgency. Which he did not approve of -- how was he supposed to learn and improve from fights he didn't remember? To a man who valued such things, ignorance stung! "They definitely were nasty."

He wasn't sure what else to say. Normally he'd have cranked up the flirting, but he wasn't quite as energetic as he'd like right now. Which was another shame, because what a pretty girl! "I hope my men are all right... Not many other people brought in?" he asked, hopeful.