Irritated!! [Open]

[Hana]

A salty breeze was licking my cheeks and nipping at my clothes as I relaxed impassively. Any passerby would see an average moment, I am lost in the deep wastes of my mind. But hours passed and there I was, in my room. My face contorts into a look of pain as I grasped my hand. Alright, I will never use a knife to slice a fruit or a cake again. I castrated my panicking and dashed for the bathroom and washed my wounded hand.

The bleeding stopped, but the cut remained. The problem is, I don't have any bandage left. It seems like the knife has an annual commemoration with me in a disastrous way. Does it want me to be wounded? Well, I guess it's totally my fault -- the knife is a non-living thing, how can it be its fault of cutting my hand? I guess I'll go to a clinic or something. I stumbled in such bile experiences lately.

Do I have a curse or something? I finally arrived in a place wherein I assumed that it is some kind of clinic. The scent of the medicines and vitamins told it all. I nervously and not so confidently went to a room and spotted a nurse. She quickly approached me and inquired me if something was wrong. I exposed my wounded hand to her and gave a nod -- I only waited for her to come back.

Would someone come in this room too?

[x A m r i t a . . .]

Curse whoever spilled the water on the corridors.

Seriously. If it wasn't for them, his wrist would have been saved too. Even though it was his left wrist, to him, both hands were precious. So precious that he can't afford to be wreckless with them, because without them, he'd never be able to play the guitar-- which apparently keeps him sane.

Yeah, so okay, after shower, he thought of getting a refreshment of canned juices from the fridge. He had made sure he wrote his name on the can, to avoid other people stealing it. He had to go buy it with his own money anyway. Not only that, he has Chibiko Shinigami-- the cat he had picked up in the north woods the other time. She was fat alright, fat but she seems to be able to control her feeding moments.

Though thanks to that must-spill-water-in-front-of-his-doorstep person, he slipped and probably sprained his left wrist. So okay, he could accept the slipping bit. It was getting hot, and water would splash here and there. But for it to be so much in amount of matter that he would slip and sprain his arm-- it was just too much. Luckily, Chibi didn't even go near him. She was far, around two metres away.

A sigh escaped from his lips.

Soon followed by a number of curses.

He had clenched his shirt with his left hand, making sure it won't move around so much. It had to be kept firm with limited movements. He forcingly had to go to the infirmary-- one place he never wanted to visit. Chibiko followed him. He didn't seem to mind. Mostly because he liked her.

Entering the building, he had let his spoiled cat enter before he did. He had his head down as he entered, lifting it as he stepped in. He scanned the sanitized place. No one? Apart from one.

No one useful?

"S'cuse me, you know where the nurse is?"

[Hana]

'S'cuse me, you know where the nurse is?'

I was whispering some colorful curses and profanities about the knife that I didn't notice his presence earlier; but I heard his question anyway. I glanced at the person and shook my head. Heck, this place has lots of rooms! I don't know where she headed to.

The nurse I just encountered returned with numerous band aids in hand. Why that many? I only have one cut.

I approximately rolled my eyes. Maybe she was just trying to be certain in things. But if I was mistaken, I wouldn't let a feud exist about it, because that's not vital -- and in another slice of my personal opinion, it's a total waste of time to think about.

My feet stayed united on the marble floor, since the nurse just rushed over to me -- still avoiding the boy's presence. I was only watching her in putting a pretty big bandage on my cut. Wow, it stings. After that minute job of hers, she rushed over to the boy and asked if something was wrong.

[x A m r i t a . . .]

How lame.

That was the first thing that came to his mind. How lame was it to tell a nurse that he had sprained his wrist after slipping on a puddle of water that was accidentally spilled in front of his dorm room doorstep. Just thinking about him sort of raged him up a bit, not wanting to tell the nurse what had happened to him. But he had to anyway.

"I slipped on a puddle of water." He said.

Yeah, he was getting pranked by those sore-loser-juniors for sure. At least that's what he thinks out of his now crowded brain. His room used to be a shared room. Now it isn't due to some things that came up. Thanks to that, he now have a room to himself though.

More room to fit his collection. Yes. Collection which he can't even touch now. It was so lame.

"I slipped on a puddle of water and sprained my wrist." He said again.

Lame. Again, and again, the word 'Lame' seemed to have appear in front of him and inside his brain numerous times. It was horrible. Feeling that his ego was sort of damaged due to a puddle of water. And it all began with that puddle of water. He cursed under his breath.

[Hana]

OOC: Lol, I can manipulate the nurse, right? If not, please tell me. xD And I'm blocked. -.-

The nurse gave a nod and raised the boy's wrist up to the level of his stomach. I only observed on what she was doing. As what I have heard, rehabilation exercises and wrist braces will help speed up recovery and prevent further injury.

The silent nurse sent an arm to her right and successfully caught two wrist braces. I was rummaging through my head if those were the tools for the treatment of wrist sprains, but unsuccessful searches in my head occurred. I think I'm barely intelligent. Yeah, I guess.

Anyway, she established a wrist brace around his wrist to immobilize it. I had an immediate relief that I was just frozen in my spot. If not, I wouldn't be having fun in watching the scene. The nurse was all done with the healing of it, so she went outside the room again -- probably to finish up some business. I only stared at the door.

I was unable to say anything.

[x A m r i t a . . .]

Okay, so it wasn't that bad afterall. Maybe the nurse understood. Or maybe it was just his brain doing all the negative thinking. It wasn't like him to think negatively. Then again, even though he's been to many fights with this person and that person, he had never been so badly injured.

Just a few scratches. Nothing more than that.

This was kind of a shock to him. Not that it was really actually a shock. Just figuratively a shock. And him not being able to play guitar was just nightmare. The worst nightmare ever, that he would actually kill to get away from it. Just wake up, darn it.

"... Thanks.."

Common courtsey. She had helped him, he thanked her.

His orbs turned to sight the other being from the corner of his eye. Nothing visible that was wrong with her, or maybe it was because he was not paying much attention to every single little detail there was.

Not even bothering to cast a smile towards her, he sat at the couch where the waiting room was. Having his newly braced wrist atop his stomach, another sigh was let out.

Soon the nurse came back, with his medical records being filled with two words that described his current condition. Another card was there in her hands, probably hers.

[Hana]

I was in a moronic state when I was waiting for the nurse to return again. And I'm so dead sleepy. I went beside the boy and sat down next to him. Alright, not that close. Just when I was about to conk, footsteps splayed their resounding in my ears.

My brain squelched with relief -- I might act like a clumsy girl beside the boy if I slept already. But I was not scanty enough. My cut was still a little painful, to say the least. I didn’t even deign to look at what the nurse was holding. Those things are not my heftiest desire to see.

I was only looking at the nurse as she approached the boy beside me. She gave those -- things -- probably the medical records, I assume, to the boy. Then, she gave us a nod; probably dismissed us already. I stood up and nodded at the boy. I went to the door and exited.

[x A m r i t a . . .]

The paper was set on the table neatly with two pens. One of the paper had a pack of band-aids atop it, whilst the one in front of him had a little cylinder of ointment. Whatever it was made out of, it was sure to smell pretty horribly.

Sign it.

It was the first thing that came up to his head, when he scanned the paper, with a couple of lines marked with an 'x' in front. It's what people do when they want another party to sign papers. Just to make things clearly and quickly.

He took the pen and clicked it, before he signed the papers. His kanji name was the signature. Never had he liked it, but since fate hates him as much as he hates it, he had to live up with his name being so horrible.

He took the cylinder and slipped it in his pockets before standing up.

As he viewed the girl, she only stood up and leave. Or started to leave anyway. He chased her, grabbing not her shirt, but her hair, slightly tugging it hard. It was the only thing his arm could reach out out to get. There was no harm intended. At least there was no harm intended in his knowledge.

"You need to sign the papers" He simply said as he instanteneously let go of her locks.

[Hana]

I felt a tug on my blond locks. I was pretty sure that it was the boy's doing; I couldn't imagine a nurse doing this kind of thing. Upon tugging them, he told me to sign the papers. Oh yeah, me and my excitement to rest in my dorm room right away. As he released my hair, I muttered an apology before going back to the room. There, I studied the room and saw two papers established on a table.

Each had an item atop from each paper. I assumed that the paper that was pressed by the pack of band-aids was mine. Shrugging, I grabbed a pen that was provided next to the paper in front of me, clicked it and signed my own paper simply. Anyway, I don't want to bother in explaining about my signature. Well, it's just a little too intricate. I took the pack of band-aids. Now, what to do next?

My head quirked to the side wherein the nurse was standing. I guess there isn't anything to do booked for now. I wanted to inquire something, but the words died and cussed in my throat. Yeah, right. Maybe we should go now. I went away.