Log; Complete

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When; January 8th, late evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Isane {fishcake_dreams} & Kaku {rankyaku_raffe}
Summary; After Jyabura and Kaku have a... small altercation, Kaku heads to Isane's to get medical assistance.
Log;

Kaku dragged himself down the hall, hardly able to see anymore from the blood he'd been losing. He leaned against the door... he was pretty sure this was her door... He raised his... well, it was his good hand, and he knocked on the door. "Please hurry..." he murmured every part of him in burning pain. The fight with Jyabura had been difficult... More than difficult, really. The wolf was considerably stronger than him; he'd have to change that for next time... But first, he had to make sure there would be a next time.

Isane had been writing up a report. Hunched over a small writing desk, sitting on her legs, the pen held tightly in her hand as she managed to jot out her notes in a cramped, small, hand. At the knock she startled a little. She wasn't expecting any company, Unohana had stepped out earlier to take care of a patient and surely no one needed her? Picking up Itegumo and taking the sword with her, the shinigami slowly opening the door, surprised when an almost limp body abruptly sagged in, having been leaning against the door. It took her a second to take stock of all the blood, the wounds, the... "K-kaku?!"

"Help..." The redhead murmured, finding it very difficult to stand. He leaned against the door frame, eyes closing. "I got... in a fight..." He knew she'd get him to tell her more... but that's all she needed to know for now. No tricks or manipulation needed this time around; he could be open and honest about what had happened. "...I can't see anymore..."

She was in shock for a few seconds before her training, her job, her life kicked in and she evaluated his wounds with a critical eye. Couldn't use that arm. Slinging his uninjured arm around her shoulder she began helping him in the door, closing the door behind them with her foot. "I've got you." She reassured, managing to get him to the cot the two healers kept in a corner for emergencies like these. One never knew who could show up at the door of a medic, but... she had to admit that this was unexpected, almost. "What happened?" Isane finally asked, letting him situate himself as she hurriedly pulled her bag towards her, sifting through medical supplies as she spoke.

"He ate my ear..." Kaku murmured, completely delirious now. "I ran..." Kaku then fell silent, as he lost consciousness for a moment. He was only out for a moment, slipping back into reality to look up at Isane, eyes hazy. "Got Jyabura mad..." he said, before slipping out of consciousness again.

“Hey.” Isane knew head wounds could cause lapses, comas, and she didn’t want him slipping out on her. It would be bad, for both. She couldn’t accurately treat him like that, and he could sustain further head trauma. She lightly smacked him on the cheek, trying to get him to come back and focus. “Kaku, you have to keep talking.” Isane was surprisingly calm now. A frantic person in casual life, she was a steady hand at her job, she was a vice captain. “Tell me all about it, okay?” Her voice was steady, soothing, as she began arranging her supplies with her free hand. Bandages, medications, seal ink…

Kaku came back, looking up at Isane, trying to keep himself awake. "I was visiting a friend... Jyabura doesn't like him... Jyabura thought we were gonna plot something..." he said, find it harder and harder to keep focus. "We weren't... I wasn't... I'm a good person now..." his words slowly began to slur, "Jyaburaa didnst believ wahisaid... gomad... atemyear..."

“Okay, okay…” Isane kept murmuring, letting him know she was listening. And she was, even as she was peeling away his jacket, wincing almost at the wounds. The teeth of a large animal. And if she was hearing correctly, interpreting from what she’d been told, knew… the friend was Lucci. Jyabura had been kind to her, answered all her questions. And he’d told her that, for the love of whatever she believed, she shouldn’t get involved with Lucci through Kaku. … And plotting? From what she’d been told, that would involve Robin and her child. The woman was under her care in that respect, and harm was the last thing Isane wanted for her. … This was all very bad, but… “Is he hurt, too?” She asked, tossing his jacket to the side, gritting her teeth as she had to peel the clothing from drying blood and wound.

"I had to hurt him..." Kaku said, forcing himself awake. "Kicked him as a giraffe... probably broke some ribs... don't know. I ran away... icouldnt stickround..." he said, slurred again. "I didn't do anything wrong... I'm notabadpersonnow..."

“I know…” Isane comforted, though she was sure there was doubt in her voice. Because… she didn’t know. She still couldn’t tell what was a lie, what was the truth. What was honest, what was a farce? And it killed her, but… she didn’t want to lead her life afraid of being betrayed. And a second chance… most people deserved them. “We’ll check on him later, okay?” She didn’t know if that’s what he wanted, he should, if he… well, she didn’t want to think on that right now. She disappeared from his sight for a moment, coming back with a basin of hot water and rags, beginning to wipe the blood from the shoulder wound, eyeing the jagged cut on the side of his head, a gaping hole where his ear should be. She’d get that next.

Kaku raise his once good hand, showing the glass in his palm. "I went through a window..." he said, resting his hand atop hers, stopping her from wiping his arm and shoulder. "You're amazing...Isane..." he said, "Thank you..." His eyes lock on hers, his lips barely moving, "Nobody's ever helped me..."

“… It’s nothing, it’s…” Her gaze lowered for a brief moment. He had to go and make that face… her resolve to be wary and cautious and always on her guard slowly crumbling. “It’s my job…” She finished lamely, patting his hand before removing hers, turning her attention to his wounds again. “You’re lucky you got here.” Isane’s voice began to get a little ramble in it. “This is a lot of blood, Kaku, you’re quite strong.” The hot water would sting, she knew, but she had to see it before she could treat it and the crusting blood was in the way, and the dirt wasn’t helping either.

Kaku flinched a bit, not much though. The sting was helping him stay awake. "I didn't want to disturb you..." he said, "I didn't know where else to go though... Jyabura didn't mean to hurt me, he's a good dog," Kaku began to ramble, too. "He just doesn't like Lucci. Lucci and I are friends and Jyabura hates it... He's just testy... We aren't gonna hurt Robin, but he thinks we are cos he thinks Lucci'll make me do bad stuff..."

“And will he?” Isane had almost responded with the fact that Robin was her patient. But… the woman and Jyabura had asked her to be discrete. And… just in case? She supposed she was allowed to keep things to herself; after all, she never could shake the feeling that he was holding something back from her. Finished cleaning the shoulder wound she gently turned his head, grimacing slightly. She took out a local anesthesia, preparing an injection. She couldn’t clean that without a lot of pain, too many severed nerve endings.

Kaku shook his head. "Lucci doesn't control me... He thinks he does, but I know how to control him. And I do. Or else I'd be dead right now," Kaku said, letting Isane know just a liiiiitle bit more than he wanted. He could blame the delirium later. "Thank you... again... "

Isane was quick with her work, injecting the anesthesia to numb the ragged remnants of his ear before she began cleaning the blood and dirt from it, almost grimacing. This one would scar. Badly, even with her talents. “You can control him?” She asked, unsure of if he would even answer, but needing him talking, conscious, able to tell her what hurt, what needed her attention. “And stop thanking me, I told you…” She washed the bloody cloth, picking up a fresh one. “… it’s my job.”

Kaku nodded, "Just gotta know what to say around Lucci... he's a cat, you know. S'hard but you can get a cat to listen to you, but they'll deny it," he murmured, mostly into the pillow. "I won't let him hurt Robin, even if I'm a lil' mad at Jyabura right now..."

“That’s good, Kaku.” Isane’s voice was soft, comforting, a healer’s voice through and through. Setting aside the bloody cloth, she took his hand, a pair of tweezers beginning to work as quickly as she could, working the glass shards from his bloody palm. “She’s a very nice woman.”

"Hn..." Kaku fell silent, blinking slowly. "My ear'll grow back...right?" he asked, not entirely sure of himself anymore. "I miss my ear... It feels like it's there still, but I know it's not..." He was avoiding the subject of his opinions on the woman known as Robin. He was... opinionated... when it came to what he considered the 'enemy'.

“… No.” Isane answered softly, used to telling people these things. That no, their limb could not be reattached. The fingers were dead. The leg must be amputated. “That is beyond my power.” She may have been gullible, trusting, but she noted his avoidance of the topic she had presented, but did not push it. His motives as to avoiding it were his own, and she didn’t, especially not right now, want to question them. “Another healer here in the City may be able, but… I can’t. I’m sorry. I can make sure it won’t get infected, even graft some new skin… but I can’t make it grow back.”

"Can you help me find someone who can make it grow back?" he murmured, looking at her, eyes earnest. "... I don't want Lucci to know Jyabura hurt me. He'll get upset..." He fidgitted a little bit, despite the blood loss, he was feeling a bit more... energetic. The anesthesia was kicking in, making the pain in his arm and shoulder considerably more bearable.

“… I know a few.” Isane answered, knowing how hard it was, having seen it happen so many times, to lose a part of one’s body. “I’ll see what I can do, alright?” And it was a rash decision, a rash impulse, but, “You can stay here until you’ve fully recovered and I can find a healer for that, alright?” She was reaching for bandages now, fingers lightly touching Itegumo’s sheath for reassurance as she began preparing, motioning for him to sit up once more.

"I can stay elsewhere..." Kaku said, as he managed to slowly sit himself up. "If you're uncomfortable with me staying here..." There was bound to be an alley he could stay in, until Jyabura calmed down at the very least.

“… I’m not.” And she wasn’t, really, as long as she thought of him as a patient. Not a man. … That she was sort of involved with. “Excuse me.” She murmured, moving to sit behind him on the cot, folding her legs under her and beginning to bandage his wounds, skillful hands gently wrapping the shoulder first, having to lean against him to wrap the bandages correctly. Just a patient.. She’d never had this much of a problem before, in her memory, though she usually found such things a little awkward.

"I know you told me to stop..." Kaku said, eyelids feeling heavy again, "but thank you, again... I know it's your job... but it means a lot to me..."

“… Alright.” Isane tied off the bandage on the shoulder, laying her palms flat against his bare back and murmuring the phrases of a kidou, hands beginning to glow as she sped the healing process, knitting torn flesh back together with her reiatsu. That finished, the moved to his ear, smoothing his shortly cropped hair to her liking as she wrapped the fresh white around the side of his head, repeating the same kidou with this wound as well. Finally she ended up at his palm, sitting in front of the cot once more and holding his hand carefully, smoothing a disinfectant over the cuts. “… You need to be more careful in the future, Kaku.” She cautioned. “If you die here, you can never leave.”

"I'm sorry..." he murmured. "I'll try and be careful... If I do die here though, I could still see you... couldn't I?" he asked, a bit of a smile playing on his lips.

“… Of course you can.” She smiled slightly as well, glad to see his pain easing and more emotion coming back to his face. His lying fa- She stopped herself, pulling her gaze back to her hand. Calloused, used to work. With a small sigh of relief she bandaged it up, repeating the kidou once more to speed the healing. “Anywhere else you’re hiding from me?” She asked, almost a playful joke, but serious too, having known some patients to hide injuries before.

"My back probably has some glass in it... I think my shirt covered most of the blow though..." he murmur, leaning against her.

Isane nodded, craning her neck around to look. There were a few crushed shards, nothing large or substantial like a cut or abrasion. She was able to reach around and brush them off, careful not to, in that motion, draw blood. But none came. “Hurt anywhere else?” She asked softly, beginning to blush a little, though she’d been trying very hard not to.

Kaku shook his head, "No... not anymore. You're amazing at what you do, Isane..." he murmur. "I'm sleepy now..."

“Sleep…” She murmured, slowly extricating herself from his touch, letting him lay down on the cot and pulling the heavy blanket up over him. “You rest, alright? I’ll look into some other healers, and you’ll be safe here.” Who exactly she expected to come… she didn’t know. “Sleep, Kaku.” She repeated softly. “I’ll be right here.” Isane motioned to the door to her bedroom, not three feet away. “Call if you need anything.”

Kaku nodded, eyes falling closed. "Okay... Thank you, Isane... You're wonderful..." his lips murmured, almost silently.

Isane paused, looking back, halfway through the door to her room. Her gaze stiffened, then slowly softened. … Wonderful. “… Sleep, Kaku.” She whispered gently, reaching over to dim the lights. “I’ll see you in the morning.”