03. whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest

[keepscalm]

Characters: Everyone who got injured in the event and accordingly went to the infirmary.
Setting: Infirmary, backdated to just after event.
Format: Either!
Summary: People obviously got hurt in all the chaos during the Tower's re-stabilizing. A lot of people probably went to the infirmary after waking up in their rooms still injured from the fight. Post a new comment thread here with your character and tag other peoples' threads!
Warnings: Mentions of injury, blood, trauma, etc etc. Language, too. Will edit if anything else comes up.

[Hospitals are so boring. Well, at least misery loves company?]

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[savedbyasong]

Luckily for England it wasn't one of the red collared staff that came to check on him that day, but Shion. Shion didn't officially work in the infirmary but no one had told him to go away so here he was. He hadn't been much use in the battle at all, they had gotten away from the bees but then something had attacked Shion from behind and the next thing he knew he had woken up with not a scratch on him.

He had felt awful when he had learnt other people were injured when he had woke up fine. He remembered getting injured though...

He smiled at the man, "Hello, I'm here to change your dressings," his voice was kind as he put down the box of bandages.

[keepscalm]

England cast a glance to the unfamiliar pale-haired young man at his bedside, vaguely noting his healthy-looking state and wondering if maybe he'd arrived after the chaos had subsided. "Alright," he said distantly, more as an acknowledgment of the boy's presence than anything else. "Thank you."

The nation straightened a little, pushing himself upright the best that he could without straining his broken digits. Tugging the sheets down off of his torso left only the hospital gown, which he shrugged out of the top of so that the nurse (presumably) could get to the dressings there too.

[savedbyasong]

Shion smiled and began to change the bandages, cleaning them first apologising quietly for any stinging.

"I am Shion by the way, if you need anything."

[keepscalm]

With a closer look, fresh wounds weren't the only things under the wraps and gauze. There were a number of old scars as well, of varying shape, size, severity, and nature. Some of them seemed to be really old -- almost completely faded -- only to be crossed over by newer ones. England wasn't shy about them, though; in fact, he acted almost as if they weren't there.

The same was true for any minor sting brought about by the disinfectant. But considering how bad some of those scars looked, it probably wasn't a surprise that he shrugged off the minor irritation with a simple "it's fine" every time Shion apologized.

"Arthur Kirkland," returned the island nation politely. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for your assistance."

[savedbyasong]

Shion didn't ask about the scars because he thought it would be rude, but he did wonder what a life this man must have led. He did not seem very old to have all these scars, scars on top of scars and Shion wondered if his world was a brutal one, or if there had been a war that he had fought in.

"It is nice to meet you also Arthur Kirkland," he wasn't sure about how to address people when they had two names still, it wasn't something people had in No. 6. But he thought he should use both names to be safe.

"Don't worry, I wanted to be of some use, I'm afraid I was not useful at all in the fighting." As he bandaged a wound on Arthur Kirkland's back he quickly checked the neck, looking for any sign of a blister. He still was not sure if those bees he had fought had been parasite bees but he had been checking all of his patients just in case.

[keepscalm]

"Just Arthur is fine," England assured quietly, keeping his tone as benign as possible in his fatigued state. He'd since realized that different people in this tower had different observations on what was considered etiquette, so he was gentle in his correction to Shion.

"So you were in the fight as well?" he questioned after that, shifting a little so Shion could get to his injuries more easily. "I'm surprised. You look to be in a fine state overall."

Perhaps Shion had found a safe place on the skirts of the chaos. It was noble of him to aid the wounded in lieu of physical combat, in any case.

[savedbyasong]

He nodded and continued changing the dressing, even though death troubled him as did the idea of others being hurt he was not squeamish. At least not when it came to injuries like this, that he could do something about. He looked down at the comment, still not understanding.

"I got attacked, by bees at first and then by something... it came at me from behind. I should be awfully injured, there was a lot of pain but the next thing I knew I had woken up in bed unable to move." He shrugged and moved onto the next injury.

"At first I thought it was a dream, until I learnt others had been hurt, I guess someone saved me... though it doesn't explain how I am unhurt, If they did I am grateful to them, whoever they are."