Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-26571677-20151126095339

Asper sighed, so irresponsible, and so impulsive. But, he couldn't blame her, if he'd been shot with an RPG too, he'd probably want some sleep as well.

But it didn't excuse the fact that he'd not gotten an explanation. Could anyone really blame him for being worried? He sighed, time to stop feeling negative, he supposed, there were more important things to be taking up space in his mind.

One of them was the fact that his teammate's wound was looking really, really bad, the bandage was all but soaked through. If he didn't do anything about that now, she would be in even less of a fighting condition than she already was.

He walked over to her bunk, where she out cold. Good, it would make it infinitely easier to observe the wound if she want screaming in pain.

Slowly, he unwrapped the bandages across her chest, blushing a little as he did so, it wasn't everyday that you lifted up a girl's shirt, and he was adamant that everything done here, would be professional.

The wound that he was presented with though, was nothing to look at. It pulsed an angry, throbbing red, and he could see the glint of metal imbedded in there. She'd be okay, once he removed all the shrapnel. He was more worried about the chances of infection.

Now, he didn't know much about medical practises, but he had an inkling thanks to a crash course taught to him by his father, and the multiple episodes of TV programmes he'd watched. He grabbed a pair of small pliers and clamps, holding the wound open, and making sure that he covered his mouth, that would only increase the chance of infection.

Then, he set out to work. It was hard, and got increasingly difficult the further he looked and dug in. In the end though, he'd taken out a grand total of 3 pieces of glinting, wicked metal, and he was quite sure that there were none left.

He didn't really know what to do next. He'd taken out the shards, now what? He pondered this, if he didn't seal up the wound it would definitely get infected...infected...He facepalmed, he'd forgotten to sterilise the wound! Idiot!

There was no rubbing alcohol in his room, however, there was a bottle of vodka, no doubt Dawn's. He grabbed it and swished the bottle, it was a quarter full. With an expression, he looked at his snoring teammate in wonder.

"How has her liver not given out yet!?" He thought.

No matter, he slowly tipped the bottle into a clean bandage, as well as lathering the wound in it. Next, he put on the tangy, alchohol-soaked bandage onto Zhu-Li's wound, making sure to bind it extra strong. It was gonna sting like a mother in the morning.

Satisfied, he collapsed into bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next thing he knew, he had followed Zhu-Li into the 'Crystal Garden' as she called it. Immediately after the other guests arrived, he demanded an explanation, his expression rather stern, but also sympathising.

"No more hiding" was what he said.