| [Mar. 28th, 2015|03:12 am] |
It only took a moment longer for him to rinse off the remaining soap and conditioner. Asuma helped him get back to his feet, careful of the soaked towels wadded up on the floor, and wrapped him up in the one remaining that was still dry. By this point Genma was listing heavily, the cocktail of hospital-approved drugs and unapproved beer making him loose-limbed and pliant.
“Are you trying to take advantage of me in my vulnerable state?” Genma slurred, picking his way carefully to Aoba’s bed while also using Asuma as a crutch. “Because if you are, I approve.” He nodded to himself. “Ninja again.”
Yeah, definitely next time nix the beer.
“You’re keeping me away from my sister, aren’t you?” With a grunt of effort Asuma plopped Genma onto the apparently freshly-made bed, then returned to the bathroom to shut off the light. He’d pick up the towels in the morning. “You got enough left in you to wrap your leg back up?”
“I can do that.” Genma peered around the room, looking for the bag of medication and bandaging they’d brought in prior to the shower, but the motion clearly made him dizzy. He squinted his eyes closed and bowed his head. “Did you bring the gauze in here?”
Asuma retrieved it and pulled out the contents, laying each item on the bed where Genma could easily reach it. Non-stick gauze pads, ointment-saturated dressings, rolls of plain bandaging, medical tape and bandage scissors, and a small pot of pale green, fragrant salve. The last Genma smeared liberally over the wound and bruised area of his thigh, and with Asuma’s help layered the dressing and gauze pad over the sutures.
“Guess I should have thought about boxers befo—“ Genma interrupted himself with a giant yawn, then tried again. “Before I bandaged it. If my team needs me—“ yet another yawn “—in the middle of the night, you can hold ‘em off while I get dressed, right?”
“If I have to,” Asuma replied, amused, as he stuffed the medical supplies back into their bag. Even exhausted and high on opiates, Genma just couldn’t suppress that mother-hen aspect of his personality, could he? “At least get under the covers before you make me promise to protect your virtue.” |
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