| [Sep. 2nd, 2009|09:32 pm] |
There was something profoundly relieving about seeing Raidou dressed. Maybe it was the expression on his face, even half-hidden under bandages--he looked just a little more at ease, a little less on high alert. Genma grinned. "You can get Rai a sweater, right? Or a sweatshirt?"
"So you two can go outside?" Kaori asked. She finished with the socks, and pushed the wheelchair closer. "I'd prefer it if you both had on sweaters."
"How about these?" the other nurse asked. She held up a pair of long-sleeved surgical smocks, tossed one to Kaori, and helped Raidou on with the other.
"How about pants?" Genma asked, eying his bare legs and their absurd socks.
"How about a blanket for your lap?" countered Kaori. "Come on, let's see if we can even get you from bed to wheelchair first."
"I'm fine," Genma insisted. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, wobbled a moment, and tried to catch himself. Kaori got there first, grabbing his right shoulder with surprisingly strong hands.
"Wait. And keep your eyes open. I know you're dizzy," she told him sternly.
Genma opened his eyes to roll them while she draped the gown around his shoulders, then helped him make the transition from bed to wheelchair. She hooked his IV to the chair's pole, flipped the foot rests out and put Genma's feet on them, and tucked a mint-green blanket over his lap.
"There, all ready," Genma said with a relieved sigh. "Let's get out of here before they decide to knit us stocking caps."
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