semi-closed 🔪 not pulling the knife out

[pitfight]

Who ⬤ this feral fucking dog and various bedside wellwishers
What ⬤ nishitani got real stabbed and now is in his recovery bed phase (spoiler: he's bad at it)
When ⬤ late may
Where ⬤ emily's clinic and andy's apartment
Content Warnings ⬤ Nishitani CW as always. Most likely discussions of intense, violent sadomasochism and the chance of practicing it too

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[medicative]

Tell me exactly what happened. I can't treat you properly without that knowledge.

[coming to him, she starts to peel away the gauze and bandages.]

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[ The stitches have only been cut in a small area, but the injury does seem irritated and bothered by the fact any stitches were cut in the first place. Nishitani shrugs to Emily's question, feeling much like he wound in front of Uncle B at 13 and his first broken nose. ]

Got some fingers in me. Not much else.

[medicative]

Whose fingers?

[the response comes swiftly, a little more brittle than normal. it's too small to be anything but deliberate, not an accident, and she exhales slowly, beginning to pick out the cut stitches.]

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Take a guess. [ The number of people Nishitani would let finger an open gut wound: 3. Himself, Andy, and Majima. And Emily, he guesses, but she seems to be more one to only do it for medical reasons, which kills the boner. ]

[medicative]

...Andy, if it wasn't you. And let me guess as well, this was your idea?

[still restrained. still removing what's broken. and not making eye contact.]

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Sure was. [ Nishitani grunts as she begins to pull at stitches and flesh alike, shifting his legs slightly to make space for whatever chub he manages to pull. He hasn't managed to fly full mast for a bit, but with Emily's glare and mean words, he might just get there. ] And I'd do it again, too, baby. Put your fingers a little closer and we can make it happen right now!

[medicative]

[at his words, his movement, she glances, and then sighs a tiny bit when she straightens up.]

...You really have no idea of the situation you're in, do you?

[there's something like finely carved ice in her words, her expression as she turns away. posture as straight as iron as she pulls the tray closer to herself. he doesn't understand at all, and were she a worse person, she could send him away with no help. let him sit as infection no doubt comes in. but she's benevolent, and so she has another course of action in mind.

looking back at him, she has neither needle nor bandage in mind, but a scalpel. before he can protest, she's moved and cut all of the stitches, fully reopening the wound and cutting just a hair deeper in the process. not to the extent that it was, not the deadly blood loss, but it's still going to bleed. it's still going to sting and ache. and from where she stands, she simply looks, and watches, and does nothing to help him. not yet.]

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This isn't the first time I've been stabbed, Emikko. Just give me some antibiotics and-- FUCK. [ In the middle of bitching to her, she cuts him-- she cuts all of his stitches and then into his skin further. He wasn't expecting it, or expecting her to do something like that, but damn, consider him surprised and horny. ]

Alright, baby, want to play dirty? I can play dirty!

[medicative]

I'm certainly not playing with you. If I was, you'd know it.

[drip, drip, drip, and only then does she move, getting a syringe and injecting the medicine within none too gently under the skin.]

This is a local anesthetic, rather quick acting. You won't feel anything soon enough - there will be no pain. Barely any sensation.

[and therefore, a denial of all that would make this visit fun for him. her tone has frozen over, the dead of winter without hope of spring.]

Are you aware of how an infection can kill you? About how it can make your very blood turn traitor, carrying the poisons that will choke you, rot you from the inside out? How the flesh itself falls apart, how every moment is an agony as you feel death approaching? More drawn out than any blade can inflict, with fever and chills, with you begging for it to cease?

[now she'll get the forceps again. now she'll start to remove the broken pieces of the stitches that she cut, neat as anything.]

Do you understand why I'm not healing this, Nishitani? I could, I very well could. But there is a reason I am not doing so, and it's one you seem to be doing your best to ignore.

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[ Okay, no play, instead she's scolding him. Rolling his eyes, Nishitani sits in for a conversation he's had many, many times before. ] Emikko, I've dealt with infection. You might think I'm some dumb, stupid animal, but I was patriarch of my own gang, I was the a retainer to the head of the largest yakuza clan in Japan-- You think infection scares me? That's why we have fucking medicine, that's why we have people like you.

You want me to be careful? To play a saint and beg for forgiveness? I've fucking cut out a man's tongue and kept him alive long enough for him to die the way you described. I watched it in excruciating detail and kept him locked in my fucking backyard, too.

I know what my body can take. I know when to see a doctor. So do you fucking job, Emikko.

[medicative]

[she listens, impassively, as she takes out the broken stitchwork, wipes the blood away, threads the needle to start again, and begins her stitches. true to her word, the pain should have faded, and what he'll feel is no more than an odd tugging as she works.]

I have been doing my job. But ordinarily, my job isn't actively undermined by someone looking for a peculiar sort of thrill. If that's your aim, then know there are ways to achieve your satisfaction without reopening fatal injury. There is a way to do it sensibly - I'll put the blade in your hand and walk you through it directly if I have to, if it keeps you from toying with that life of yours.

[and that is her point, and even if he can't feel it, he'll know by her position that she's doing all that she needs to in order to stem the blood and fix him up again.]

You know what your body can take, but to gain those titles of yours, you've long since gone past what knowing what it should. And that is why I will not fully heal you right now, when you treat the life you said you'd give for me or any of the others so frivolously, as though it could be tossed away at any moment. Nothing else seems to be what would have you sit down and preserve yourself instead of running near death yet again.

[her tone is not entirely frosty, but it is stern, severe, and full of conviction. she can only talk like this because the clinic is her territory, where her rules and her methods aren't to be questioned. she's seen this time and time and time again - except usually, it's from those who know their deaths will be overturned, herself included.

so it's to protect him from himself, in the end.]

You don't only need a doctor when you're on the brink. You have one that will look to you before that, far before, because I care about seeing you alive and well. I don't want to see you die. So I deny you, for that very reason.

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[ Nishitani is quiet through Emily's lecture, letting out a tense sigh after and rubbing his forehead. ] What's a guy to do when a pretty girl tell him that she's warming up to him! [ While intensely reductive of virtually every point Emily was trying to make, Nishitani seems to have picked up the idea... somewhat. ]

Alright, alright. I'll stop gutfucking this specific injury since it's got you so worked up.

[medicative]

Thank you.

[that said, her expression's fallen back into that tight, pinched annoyance, and the way her eyes flick back towards the scalpel, he can probably guess she's considering what it'd be like if she did that again.]

Though I'd prefer if you didn't do that to any of your injuries. It's counterproductive to healing.

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Then what was all that about "the sensible way?" You just trying to pacify me? [ Nishitani was truly only abated by the promise of a better way to wound fuck, and everything else came after. ]

[medicative]

No, I meant that. But a physician is allowed to express her preferences, is she not?

[can you not be a masochist for 3 seconds]

Besides, you can't believe I'll be handing you or Andy that information before you're recovered.

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You could. [ Nishitani all but pouts, having his fun cut off at the stem by Emily actually putting her foot down. The weird tugging sensation on his side is actually more frusrating than anything else, and he fights the urge to bat away Emily's fingers. ] Did you really have to numb the area?

[medicative]

Yes.

[she says it calmly, with the faintest hint of amusement behind her words.]

You would enjoy it too much if you felt the entire process. That was clear enough when you came in. It's to encourage you to leave it alone.

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You talk just like my old man sometimes. [ Uncle B, numbing places that Nishitani had busted open back when he'd just hit puberty, so that cleaning up wouldn't make him start crying again. It'd been a long time since Nishitani cried from pain, and he wonders where and when in his life the switches got flipped. ]

[medicative]

Do I? I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not.

[once she can focus on the stitches again, it goes rather swiftly, and she gives it one more pass with the antiseptic to make sure he won't be infected. if she was in a worse mood, she'd make him take antibiotics as a precaution, but if the smoking and drinking haven't yet wrecked his immune system, he's probably fine.

in any case, she's a lot gentler putting the bandages on now, even if he can't feel it.]

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Uncle B was the best someone like me could ask for. [ He didn't beat Nishitani for acting out and when it became clear that Nishitani's proclivities were crooked-- Uncle B adapted and changed with him. Sara-nee... ]

[ All it takes is one bad day. ]

Thanks, Emikko. I know I don't say it enough, so I'll say it now.