fandom_clinic | FTEC -- Monday [August 9]

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FTEC -- Monday [August 9]

The very last thing Ino had wanted to do today was go to work. Go to the clinic. All she really wanted to do was curl up in Zack's arms and stay there forever.

But wanting and getting what she wanted were two entirely different things. And if any one came in today… well, she was needed.

While she waited, she worked (if worked could be called the staring she did for a good part of it) on an e-mail. Another thing she had to do to keep a promise.

She didn’t know if she’d send it today, but it was something to... try and put her thoughts in order with, Ino supposed.

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If you want an Ino.

James had promised that he would come in, and lo, here he was, not exactly happy about it, but steadfast in his resolve.

"Hello!" he called out.

If he really wanted someone useful today, he could have a nurse.

Ino flitted neutral eyes up to him and, very slowly, arched an eyebrow.

Ladies and gentlemen, Ino's work ethic today. She felt like crap, she wanted to go home.

"Cuts, bruises, mostly because I promised, and I don't want infection," he said, matching her eyebrow.

//That's lovely,// Ino said, still clinging to her non-verbal responses.

Besides, he didn't look like he was going to keel over any time soon. She wasn't going to waste chakra on bruises and cuts at the moment.

//I hear band-aids and disinfectant can take care of that,// she said, oh so helpfully and utterly not caring if he didn't like someone talking in his mind.

//Come back when you're dying.// Cuts and bruises--like there were many on the island who didn't have those at the moment. Ugh.

[I, uh, am sorry? She is In A Mood.]

James started at the mental voice in his head, the first time it had happened.

Eyes wide, he dropped into a defensive stance, hand scrabbling for a sword that wasn't there as he scanned the room.

When no attack was immediate, he turned to the girl at the counter. "That was you?"

[Moody Ninja is Moody. Alarmed James is Alarmed.]

//No,// came the flip response, //it was your fairy godmother.//

Sarcasm was in today.

Who else did he think it was?

As it was the lad's first time meeting one of the island resident's mindtalkers, he was a bit on edge.

"In this place, I wouldn't be surprised if my dear departed mum appeared to tuck me into bed, let alone my godmother."

//But is she a fairy?//

That was mocking, yes.

"I have not heard of fairies, so no."

Not that James had a godmother, either.

//There's your answer then.//

That wasn't helping, was it?

This may not make the letters home.

"By your leave, then," he said, edging out the door, still wary of attack.

//Band-aids are useful,// she said, looking back at her notebook. //Invest in some.//

Okay. Jono had really procrastinated on this long enough. He'd gone to class. He'd gone shopping. He was walking around the island with a turtleneck sweater in the middle of bloody August and there weren't words for the way the burns underneath it felt just then.

Jono also hated the holy hell out of the prospect of going to the clinic. But... Well...

At least the person at the desk was somebody he trusted.

//If yer busy, I can go away.//

That was something like 'hello,' and 'I'm an idiot' all rolled into one.

//So very busy,// she said, glancing up at him curiously. //Too busy for work unless you need more than a band-aid?//

Ino kinda doubted he'd be here for a band-aid. Watch her close her notebook and look for some of that focus-stuff.

//We're all out of band-aids, you see.//

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Jono winced a little, and then shook his head a bit before setting Hendrix down on the desk (yes, he'd brought the goldfish), and rolling up his sleeves.

Those on his arms, there? Those were some pretty nasty-looking burns, leaving perfect child-sized handprints seared into his flesh. Considering how quickly he'd lost his bandages on the weekend, the odds of them going up beyond his arms were... high.

//I think it might take a few band-aids.//

Ino eyed the burns, oozing nasty things that they were, and then leaned over to look at the fish.

//... That's a new bribe,// she said, with vague curiosity colouring her tone. //I accept.//

She knew it wasn't a bribe. Or, well, at least she hoped not.

//Get your ass in exam room one, Jono.//

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If needed.

Ino was not in the best of moods, to be sure, and she hadn't planned on healing anything today as most of it was tiny injuries that would heal with time.

This, however, was not.

//Do I want to know why it took you so long to come see me?//

//Class. Clothes shopping. I think I did some cleaning about my side of my room as well, but I don't remember much of that, really.//

You know. Important things like that.

Jono shrugged slightly, standing there like something of an awkward lump, yes.

//I wasn't sure it'd be you here today. Didn't want to bother you, otherwise. I've felt worse.//

//Always me on Monday,// Ino said, with a sigh that was purely mental as she locked the door. //And this isn't a bother.//

It was an injury worth paying attention to.

//Some guy wanted me to heal his bruises,// she shared. //I told him to find a band-aid. You get attention.//

//I'm flattered,// Jono replied. Maybe he even was, a little. //The burns are mostly over my arms and back. A few on my legs, but those at least had th'protection of a layer of fabric, nothing t'bother yerself over...//

He winced.

//I stood still, for a minute. I just took it. I shouldn't have.//

//Why did you?//

That wasn't judging. Curious, yes, but--

//Strip.//

Jonothon hesitated for a moment, eyeing her before nodding, and starting, carefully, to peel his way out of the turtleneck he'd pulled on.

No bandages today. He'd ruined the last of them in Silent Hill. And so it was burned flesh and fire. Such an attractive combination, really. He turned away slightly, so that he was more shoulder than flame in her field of vision.

He'd been just as burned the other night, when she'd told him about the missing parts that they were looking for. But the other night, the only lighting there really was to be had was him. And there were far more important things to worry about, beyond this.

//Did you see th'children, there?//

//They found me in the playground,// Ino said, half-singsong as she took in the injuries. //We played hopscotch.//

She silently watched him for a moment.

//I won. I wish you wouldn't hide.//

//Difficult not to,// he replied, shrugging his shoulders. Carefully. //They were... You know what they were. I don't know why I'm even bothering to...//

He actually didn't know where he was going with any of that.

He wadded up the turtleneck in his hands, staring down at it. Scorch marks on one side, fluid from his burns on the other. This was going to have to be firmly filed under 'medical waste' come the end of the day.

//Bothering too...?//

She was curious. It was something to think about.

Ino's hands glowed green. //You've been through this once before,// she said, //you know the drill.//

Jonothon nodded. He knew the drill. He even managed more or less to stay still as she healed his injuries.

//... To explain. About why I stood still. I froze.//

//Because I asked. Because sometimes talking happens. Maybe it even helps?//

She didn't know. It wasn't like she'd done any talking in the last bit.

Most of her attention was on the injuries. First the infection, the oozing mess of his back and arms, and then the healing of the wounds themselves. Slowly, of course.

But steadily leaving clear flesh behind. First his arms--to give him something clean to look at.

Arms-first was actually a wonderful plan, yes. It certainly helped Jonothon to relax. Slightly.

Very slightly.

//So much of that world was burning,// he said, after a long, long silence.

Very slightly was better than nothing and she continued her steady work. It wasn't as fast as some of the healers, no, but it wasn't slow either.

//I would say...// she was quiet for a while, //...that so much of it had been already burnt. The flames we saw were little in comparison to what must have happened.//

//The first thing I thought when I woke up there was, God, was that all from me?//

He still couldn't quite shake that feeling. It had crept into him, settled in his bones. All of that... He could have caused that much damage. He could have incinerated so much of a town, with just one misstep...

//And then everything burned. Those children... they-//

He couldn't even say it.

//They?//

She wouldn't tell him that it hadn't been his fault--he knew that.

And Ino wouldn't tell him that he'd never do such a thing.

He could.

//What about the children? They burned.//

Healing meant he was less likely to step away. She ignored the sweat trickling down the side of her face and focused on clearing his back.

Jonothon's eyes were closed, now. His head was bowed. This felt ridiculous to admit, but at the same time, it was what he was trying to say. If he was going to bring it up, then Ino at least deserved the explanation that came along with it.

//They burned. And they walked. They were living flesh on fire.//

Like him.

//They were shadows,// Ino said softly. //If they'd been like you once upon a time, they no longer were.//

It was ridiculously forward of her, she knew that, and Ino was hesitant that it was a good idea, but she rested her forehead against his bare back, an area she'd already healed, despite the fact it was dirty from leftover ooze, and continued her work.

//They had no flesh. They had no minds. No heart. If you turn into that, the part of you that makes you you will have died long ago.//

//And th'gel in the hospital room?//

The muscles in his back stiffened slightly, which he regretted in short order at the pull on the flesh that Ino hadn't yet managed to mend.

//She wasn't the same at all,// Ino commented, keeping her forehead where it was.

//Felt different, for one,// and a whole lot scarier, //but she wasn't what the children were before.// That she knew.

What the children had been before, Ino couldn't have said. But the little girl on fire...

She'd been different.

//She might have been you,// Ino murmured, //in a different place with less strength of flame. Less reason to cling to sanity. Less ability to try and cling. But she was not one of the children.//

//She was angry.// That was barely a murmur, the strength of his voice waning to practically nothing at all. //And sad. And insane.//

He didn't ever want to become anything like what she was. Of all of the things that they'd seen over the weekend, that one little girl was what he saw when he closed his eyes. Lighting herself on fire.

//She was broken.//

Smooth back now. The injuries gone as if they'd never happened.

Ino left her hands where they were and closed her eyes, nudging her chakra downwards to deal with his legs even though she couldn't see. It was harder.

She'd do it anyway.

//You are not.// Not at the moment. Not yet.

//Not very.//

Not broken enough to do the things that she did. He had his fair share of nightmares, but he had absolutely no intentions of making other people suffer them.

The terrifying thing about his power was that, if he ever worked with it, if he ever fully managed to unlock his potential, he could make people believe that they were. Which was a train of thought that he hoped to avoid. A lot.

//I'll trust you,// Ino murmured, not knowing his thoughts but able to guess from association as his legs healed and the glow around her hands faded.

She turned that into a hug from behind, careful, very careful to keep safe with his fire.

//If you break, I do not think you'd take it out on innocent people. I trust that.//

//I couldn't possibly,// he replied, every syllable of that lost in a sort of haze. //Not... Not on purpose, at least.//

//Then that's the important thing,// she said, smiling very slightly as she let him go.

//The thing to remember.//

//Th'thing to remember,// Jonothon echoed, stepping forward and looking over his arms, bending a little, this way and that, testing out skin that for the first time in days didn't hurt.

And then he glanced over his shoulder, just a little, and nodded.

//Thank you, Ino.// A pause. //I don't suppose there's a sink or something here where I can clean up?//

Because... ew.

//There's showers down the hall and too the left,// she replied, glancing idly down at her outfit and undisturbed by the mess she'd made of herself by hugging him. //They're the nurses, but I'll give you permission to use them.//

The hug had been worth it.

//And you're welcome.//

Because Ino has left.

*flops*

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