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]

[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.

[pitfight]

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.