Being a Doctor is Hard

[colonial]

Characters: America, open
Setting: infirmary
Format: action
Summary: America fails at bandages.
Warnings: shouldn't be anything particularly bad

[America hadn't gotten out of the monster attacks completely unscathed--following England when he insisted on running off to the higher, more dangerous levels had been difficult, and while a lot of the things he could throw or punch, he hadn't gotten off quite scot-free, as the claw marks on his chest showed.

Not that he'd showed them to anyone; England would be mad and make that sad face and anyway he was fine! America just had to sneak down to bandage them now and then, that's all. Not that he was particularly good at bandaging himself up. Unsure of when enough was enough and how to cut them off, it's not long before he's rolling around on the floor, his chest and legs and left arm encased in enough bandages to make him look like a mummy.

He squirms in an ineffectual circle hopelessly.]

Comments

[savedbyasong]

Shion laughed and smiled at the small boy, so tiny to be in a place like this. Shion wondered how he had managed over the last few days, he must have had friends to help him. "So I can see. I think you used a few too many though, shall I help you?"

[colonial]

"Only a little too many!" America squirms enough to sit up at least, trying to work his hands free. "I lost track of the end of it. You can help me find it if you want..."

His tone is a childish one that says of course he doesn't really need the help. Even if he can hardly move.

[savedbyasong]

Shion smiled recognising the tone. Still he reached out to try and find the end. "I'm Shion, what's your name?"