to see if i still bleed

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Who| Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson, and OPEN
What| Make-shift infirmary for Avengers, allies, or anyone else who stumbles across them
Where| One of the science labs
When| Week 1, all throughout the arena
Warnings/Notes| Injuries and such within, will update with others as needed. If you'd like a thread with Bruce or Sam or both, feel free to specify!


It didn't take long for the idea of rigging up some kind of makeshift infirmary to get brought up. With everyone's powers back, there's a high likelihood of this getting messy, really fast. Especially after Steve already getting injured that bad at the Cornucopia.

Thanks to Sif, they actually have a medical kit, and the sterile white room of the laboratory they've set up in is far from the worst surroundings that either of them have given medical attention in.

Both of them aren't always there, but chances are at least one of them will be, to help out with any injuries their allies might sustain. Or anyone else who gets through whatever puzzles lead up to the laboratories, and however many of those allies might be hanging around.

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[wizardplease]

"Exactly that kind of friend. He doesn't even think he's my friend. He goes around declaring himself to be my rival." The laugh that he lets out is more of a tired snort... and then it fades into an uncomfortable sound as more stitching takes place. It's hard to distract from that entirely. Even if there's more wizard stuff to hold forth on.

"I'd say... about a year and a half. A little more than that." His head dips and his expression darkens slightly. Holding forth on that was taking the conversation to darker places than were comfortable, especially with someone he'd just met. A moment later a smile is back on his face and his head lifts once more. "So what kind of work do you do, that lets you meet all these superheroes and gods and cyborgs, anyway?"

[sizeofyourbaggage]

“Rival, really?” Sam asks, clearly a little amused. It’s been a while since he heard something like that. Not since back in his early training days in pararescue, when some guys still wanted to be the best of the best of the best. Before they realized that the training itself was always going to be your biggest rival. “In what, who’s the best wizard?”

He’s taking the way Haruto’s smile fades there as a cue to back away from that line of questioning, though. Sam’s curious about what’d happened, but not enough to push. Haruto’s question makes him chuckle a little. “I’m a soldier, pararescue. But mostly I just shared a running route with one of those superheroes who happens to be kind of a jerk and sort of terrible at making friends. I felt bad for him.”

[wizardplease]

"Really. And yeah, exactly that. He's one, too." He has to laugh at how Sam hit the proverbial nail right on the head. And if the laugh is a little strained from discomfort, well... he's still laughing, and he's not squirming, so that's probably good.

"Aaah, wow..." He does sound genuinely impressed about the soldier thing. He and Nitou had been making it all up as they went. Here was a guy who was actually trained in all the things a guy needed to know to survive in here. Or who at least should be. Could you blame him for feeling a bit of admiration and envy? "So you gave him a hand when he needed it?" And he laughs as the language clicks together and a joke hits him, then gives his eyebrows an arch and dares to look back at the stitching that Sam's been doing. "Probably not as literally as you're giving me a hand?"

[sizeofyourbaggage]

He can't help but give a little laugh, too. "Sounds like he's been watching too many tv shows or reading too many comic books." ...like Sam can talk, considering his life lately is practically right out of a comic book. "What's his name?"

The 'wow' makes him give a little pleased smile, even as he ducks his head and focuses on fishing up his work. He's proud of being a pararescueman, almost always has been, but there's no doubt that his training gives him a huge leg up in this kind of thing. Well, maybe not a space station in particular, but still. That doesn't mean he's all that thrilled at using what he learned for this kind of thing, though.

Fortunately, Sam's just about done with the stitching when Haruto looks down - no one wants to see their own flesh being sown together - and he neatly ties the last one off before snipping the thread away, giving another chuckle at the question. "Not quite as literally, no, at least not at first. I just figured he could use a friend, it didn't seem like he had very many."

[wizardplease]

Haruto shrugs the shoulder of his free arm, not really able to confirm or deny that. Nitou was Nitou and trying to find a source for the guy's weird personality was probably futile. "Kousuke Nitou. He might be running around calling himself Kamen Rider Beast, too."

Being untrained in all things medical, Haruto isn't sure if it's a good stitching job or not, but his hand is a lot neater and more held together than it used to be. With the thread snapped and his freedom granted, he pulls back and tries to flex his fingers, but immediately regrets it. One, it hurts, and two, some of them don't seem to want to flex. He draws a sharp breath in, hissing through clenched teeth, and waits for the pain to subside before speaking again. "...hero-types can be kind of bad at making friends. You've got to go after them pretty hard to get it to stick." He's speaking from his own experience as the hero-type that kept trying not to make friends and ended up with them anyway.

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Sam’s eyebrows raise a little. “Nitou, the guy who sleeps in tents and takes his scrambled eggs with mayo, he’s a wizard?” Yeah, you don’t ever forget the guy who said ‘with mayo’ in response to ‘how do you like your eggs?’

He winces a little when Haruto flexes his hand. “Yeah, you’re gonna want to be careful with that, man. I’d say try to limit your range of motion, but…” Being in a death arena kind of makes that difficult. “You pull any of those, come back and I’ll fix them up, all right?”

At Haruto’s comment about heros and friends, though, Sam gives a little rueful smile. “Sounds about right. You learn that the hard way?”

[wizardplease]

"Yeah. Him." It's one part comforting and one party worrisome that Sam already knows the guy. Nitou sure gets around.

There is no more hand-flexing. Haruto seems to have learned his lesson. Mostly. Even though he knows it's going to hurt, he holds his breath and jams that ring back onto his finger. A moment of grimacing and cringing away, and everything's fine. Mostly fine. As long as he doesn't bend anything. "I'll take good care of them. You've got better things to do than stitch up stupid wizards, I imagine. Other people might need it more."

That smile says a lot. Sam is right on point. He hesitates a moment, but then nods. "Yeah. The hard way." But it's not like him to linger after an admission like that... He's quickly taking inventory of himself and remaining stuff, and fishing out the tubes of gel that he'd promised in exchange for help. "Here. Thanks. I really owe you."