Who: Kenny McCormick and Reyna Ramirez-Arellano What: Kenny accidentally cuts himself during sword training When: Wednesday afternoon Where: The woods, then the hospital Rating/Warnings: Lowish / Blood, some swearing Status: Closed/Complete
When Reyna had told him he was ready for a real sword, Kenny was a bit hesitant at first. With his history of sharp objects, how could he not be? He had been both stabbed and cut by knives, scissors, tools and other various things. And each and every time, it was extremely painful and something Kenny did not want to go through anytime soon.
But so far, nothing bad happened, and he had grown more confident in his abilities. It was really all thanks to Reyna, who was an excellent teacher. Maybe he was wrong and nothing bad will happen, as long as he kept his focus and remembered his training.
He continued doing the drill Reyna told him to.
***
Reyna slowly circled him as he worked through the drill, giving him the occasional reminder as he moved. She’d had her doubts about him when he’d first started, but he’d come a long way in the time she’d been working with him. She wouldn’t have given him the sword otherwise. If he kept up his form, he’d do just fine.
“Straighten your shoulders,” she called out to him. “They’re drooping. Are you getting tired?”
***
"No," Kenny retorted. Or maybe he was. His shoulders were drooping a bit but he hadn't noticed until she pointed it out, so he straightened them as she instructed. He continued on with the drill, doing what she told him to.
The more he did the drill, the more tired he was starting to get, and maybe he should've taken a break but he didn't. Suddenly, somehow and he didn't know how, but when he swung the sword, he accidentally let it go a bit and ended up cutting himself above his temple, just right beside his left eye.
"Fuck!" he swore loudly, his hand immediately going to the cut. He pulled it away and saw lots of blood. "How bad is it?" he asked Reyna, looking at her, the left half of his face covered in blood.
***
As soon as Reyna saw the trajectory of the sword, she knew how it was going to end. She lunged forward, but wasn’t fast enough to stop him from cutting himself.
She quickly took the sword from him and set it aside where it couldn't cause any more harm, then checked him quickly.
It was deep, but not life-threatening. Yet.
“You’ll probably need stitches,” she said, already moving away from him. She went to her bag to get her spare t-shirt. She’d been planning to change into it after training, but it was needed for more important things right now. “Bend down - at the knees, not at the hips - and let me wrap this around your head. We’ll need to get you to the hospital.”
She was calm and efficient as she spoke; injuries were common at Camp Jupiter, and she’d had to tend to her legionnaires when they’d hurt themselves.
***
"Stitches? Awesome," Kenny muttered sarcastically, wiping his hand on his shirt and staining it with more blood. He had been injured many times before and had gotten tons of stitches before, so he wasn't too worried about that. At least he didn't take his eye out, having just missed it by a mere inch. He was pretty lucky.
He did was he was told, bending down so she could wrap her t-shirt over his cut. Once it was on, he stood back up. "Alright, let's go get get my head sewn," he said and after gathering their things, they headed back into town, making their way towards the hospital.
***
Along the way, Reyna kept a close eye on him. He was moving well under his own steam, which suggested maybe the cut wasn’t terribly deep, but as soon as he showed any signs of weakness, she’d have to call the ambulance.
“Tell me as soon as you feel faint,” she ordered. He might be immortal, but she took the safety of her charges very seriously.
***
"Yeah, yeah," Kenny nodded at her. He was starting to feel a little bit sluggish as they walked to the hospital. He figured it was not only from the massive blood loss, but also because he was beginning to feel a bit tired from the training. But he managed to just barely make it into the emergency room, flopping down on the nearest chair.
He figured after a quick rest, he could find a nurse or a doctor, but he was finding he could barely lift his head up and was his eyes were starting to close. "Hey Reyna, could you go get somebody?" he mumbled.
***
Reyna was already heading for the receptionist, though, and a few firmly worded requests had the nurse rushing out to examine Kenny.
He was whisked away, and although she tried to follow, she was held back.
“We’ll let you know when you can see him,” the orderly told her, and she was left with a pile of forms she had to fill out.
Well, damn.
***
"What? She can come," Kenny muttered, but the nurse didn't listen, as she ushered him into another room. Once inside, she cleaned up his cut and the doctor soon came in. After a quick examination, he told Kenny that he'll need to get stitches. He numbed the area and once it was good, he began sewing. He was done momentarily but told Kenny to rest for a bit because he had lost a lot of blood.
"Fine. Can Reyna come in now?" he asked. The doctor nodded and went to fetch the girl. When they came in, they would find Kenny poking his stitches and the nurse chastising him not to touch them.
***
When the nurse came to fetch her, Reyna thrust the half-filled forms at her and hoped she’d filled out all the proper fields. Reading was a challenge for her at best, and when it was accompanied by all the boxes and long, technical words, she found herself with a headache within ten minutes. Besides, she was much more interested in seeing how Kenny was doing.
“So you didn’t die this time,” Reyna remarked when she came in. “That’s a relief.”
***
Kenny stopped poking his stitches when he saw Reyna come in. He scoffed. "Of course I didn't die. I didn't hit any major arteries or organs." Okay, so he almost took his eye out but still. He doubted he'd die from that, even if it happened. He'd be in a lot more pain that he was, but he wouldn't die.
"The doctor says I can go now, so let's get out of here." He never really liked the hospital and the sooner he left, the better.
***
Reyna made him stay, though, until she’d checked with the doctor and gotten his prescription for painkillers before letting him leave the room.
“Get your drugs before you go home,” she ordered. “Just because you’re not going to die doesn’t mean you don’t have to take care of yourself. And no more swords until you can build your awareness of your own energy levels.”
***
Kenny was a little annoyed that she was making him stay just a bit longer, but he was too tired to fight back. "Yes, ma'am," he said, giving her a mock salute. He was a bit upset about no swords, but he figured she was right, and he shouldn't touch one for awhile.
Once he got his prescription and painkillers, he was free to go. "Well, that was fun," he commented sarcastically. It wasn't too painful, he'd been through worse, but definitely not fun. "And tiring. I think I'm going to go home and rest up."
***
“That’s a good idea,” Reyna said. He might not be taking his injury seriously, but she was. Even if he was an immortal, head wounds were serious. “Are you staying with anyone, or should I check up on you tomorrow?”
She’d hate him to faint from blood loss and hit his head again or something.
***
Of course, he wasn't taking it too seriously. This was just a measly cut compared to some of the other injuries he's had over the years. But he was pretty tired and a nap sounded good right about now. "I have three roommates, I'm sure either one of them will make sure I'm okay." But she could stick check up on him if she wanted. He wouldn't mind.
"I'm going to head home, so see you." He started walking, hoping he can make it okay. He was still a bit exhausted.
***
Reyna watched him go, making a note to definitely check on him in the morning. And he was definitely not going anywhere near any swords for a while.