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[au1] sora

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Characters: AU!Sora and YOU
Setting: Workshop down to the infirmary
Format: I'll change to match!
Summary: Sora attempted to make something for a special someone. Too bad he didn't know how to use the equipment.
Warnings: Loss of fingers, blood

[His hand hurts. There's blood everywhere as he stumbles to the stairway, holding a hand he'd wrapped hastily in some cloth. The cloth is already stained red. Wrapped up in another cloth in his pocket? The two fingers he'd lost to the saw he'd not been careful with. He's whimpering, gritting his teeth against the pain of the lost fingers as he makes his way toward the infirmary as fast as he can.

The wooden star he'd been working on lies forgotten in the workshop for now.]

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[Holy--]

[Coincidentally, this was the one day Equius wasn't wasting his life in the workshop. He was wasting his life in the infirmary instead. So when some guy comes in, holding his hand in a way that never spells good news, he stops organizing the sopor pills and comes over.]

What happened?

[Sora's not going to answer verbally. Instead, he's going to hold up his hand with the blood-soaked cloth over it.]

[Which Naminé, standing next to him, can only glance at before having to turn her eyes away.]

He-- injured himself making something.

[Oh, it's--]

[Equius stares at her for a second, realizing exactly where he knew Naminé from. Fortunately, Sora has a chopped-up hand to take his mind off of that whole incident.]

...May I see it?

Here.

[He offers his hand, letting the cloth hang loose. When it's removed? The middle and index fingers are missing. And he's pretty lucky that's it.]

[Looking at Equius is a bit more palatable than just trying not to look at the wound right about now, so she stares back, trying to work out a smile but not succeeding in time.]

[And then she finally dares look at Sora's hand. Immediately, she is riveted, and not in a good way. The only thing that keeps her from yelping is that she slams both hands over her mouth immediately. Her eyes, however, show clearly enough her absolute horror.]

[...Oh god.]

[He blinks at it a couple of times. Guess who's never dealt with missing fingers before? This guy.]

Did you change the bandage?

[Naminé is completely unaware of the situation; she had no idea anything was being made for anyone or by whom or that such a thing had taken, but the instant she rounds the corner when he's almost to the infirmary and nearly bumps into him, she knows that something is amiss.]

-- Sora?

[It doesn't take her eyes long to find what's wrong when his hands are like that, but she's not aware of the severity of the situation, only that it seems he's hurt his hand. She is nevertheless distressed.]

-- What happened--?!

S-Sorry. I tried to make you something. I... Kind of got overeager.

[He's in pain, that much is obvious. His hand hurts a lot right now.]

I need to get to the infirmary.

[She blinks, frowning before she even realizes she's doing it. Making her something--?]

[-- No, no, now's not the time to think the worst. She doesn't dare look down at his hand again, though, and turns suddenly.]

-- Of course. I'll go with you.

Thanks, Naminé.

[They need to go. Now.]

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