( you're such a sweet young thing )

[bostova]

why'd you do this to yourself


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[bostova]

[ She smiles, just a bit; it makes her think of the War Hounds. ]

I am not sure I can make that promise, but I will try.

[icarusalsoflew]

I can live with that.

[He falls quiet for the next few moments in order to focus on the task at hand. Once he finishes up, though, he's shifting to face her.

Not quite looking up just yet, though. Gotta move all the stuff within reach.]

[bostova]

[ There are small twitches and jerks when the antiseptic touches particularly nasty wounds. She tries her best not to show her discomfort. ]

...You are done now?

[ Alright, so it was obvious that he isn't just yet. She just wishes he was. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

I'm trying to get this done as fast and as quickly as I can.

[Hikaru Shinta, the very picture of Grace Under Pressure.]

[bostova]

[ She sighs. She thinks of trying to get him to stop fussing over her, but she doesn't push through. He was way more stubborn than she was; she'll just have to wait this out. ]

Alright.

[ And then, as an afterthought-- ] Take your time.

[icarusalsoflew]

[That makes him smile a bit again, mouth a 'thank you', and then get riiight back to work.

Once the small stuff is done, it's on to the big stuff.]

You might want you to booze up first.

[Besides: he needs a cigarette. Fetching one now.]

[bostova]

[ That makes Yulia look a little concerned. ]

Is it worse than it looks?

[ Carefully, she sits up and scans the nearby area for the vodka-- ah, there it is. She could probably use a drink more than just for all these injuries she has.

Seeing as there are no glasses around, she takes a swig from the bottle. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

It is, but that isn't going to make it hurt less.

[Case in point, as he's tending to side now.]

[bostova]

[ She tries not to bite her lip. Or hiss too much. She takes another swig from the bottle. Or three. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Glancing up briefly, when he's about halfway done.]

It's okay to show it if it really hurts.

[It'd be their secret. He'd respect her no less.]

[bostova]

[ And as if on cue, she whimpers, because it does hurt. But she still tries to hide it. Pain, that was a weakness, and she didn't want to be seen as weak. Not even like this. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Of course he averts his gaze, but not before leaning in and brushing his lips against her cheek, like so. A chaste kiss, one that's almost paternal.

He finishes up as quickly as he can. He's still got more than a few injuries to deal with for her, but...

Glancing over now, in a silent inquiry. Did she need a bit of time to recover, or?]