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[bondsofsuffering]

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[bondsofsuffering]

...We're going to need to take out the stitches. I don't have a kit for that. if you have scissors I can use, we can grab them once I'm done with the first round of healing.

[justfuckingtryit]

...yeah. I have a first aid kit in my room.

ugh work sucks I'm sorry I keep being slow

[bondsofsuffering]

Alright.

[He'll go ahead and heal it up to as well as they can get it with the stitches still in. He only takes his hands away once it's done, and the numbness should fade with it.]

How's that for now?

no worries, thank you for doing this with me

[justfuckingtryit]

That's good.

[bondsofsuffering]

Once you're ready, we can get rid of the stitches - but you can take your time, too.

[justfuckingtryit]

I'm ready now.

[bondsofsuffering]

[Nodding!]

Show me the scissors then, if you could.

[justfuckingtryit]

[Nods, and heads toward his room. He reappears a moment later with some scissors.]

I can get the ones on my leg.

[A beat.]

But there's some on my back.

[bondsofsuffering]

I can handle those for you, then.

[But for now, he'll settle down by Thorn's leg, numbing it up and preparing to heal once it's time.]

[justfuckingtryit]

[Cutting the stitches and pulling the thread out, not especially gentle.]

[bondsofsuffering]

[Yikes.

But hey, you do you. He's just here to heal.]

[justfuckingtryit]

[After how bad the leg was, getting the stitches out is nothing.]

[He's done before too long.]

That should be all of it.

[bondsofsuffering]

Alright, I'll start on your back, then.

[He's really getting too used to this... but he'll numb up Thorn's back before snipping neatly through the stitches, healing it all into a long scar as he goes.]

And... done.

[Once again, when he draws his hands back, the numbness fades.]

[justfuckingtryit]

[The cuts on his back are in the form of words, deliberately carved: WEAK and PATHETIC.]

[His face is carefully, carefully blank when Izanagi goes to take the stitches out.]

[When everything is done, he takes a slow breath in.]

...thanks. I'll send you points.

[bondsofsuffering]

[All the more reason not to comment on them at all.]

Three hundred should do it.

[justfuckingtryit]

[Digs his phone out and sends over 300 points.]

Done.

[bondsofsuffering]

[And there's the transfer.]

Thanks! Take care!

[justfuckingtryit]

Mm, you too.