awoo that stings

[heartsteals]

WHO: Lupin and Concerned Parties
WHERE: Lupin and Akechi's Bachelor Pad, Ruga
WHEN: Backdated to after the werewolf cure was found / the event ended!
WHAT: Lupin turned into a hungry wolf. Lupin got shot. Now Lupin is not a hungry wolf, but he is still shot, so he's laid up. Come nurse a handsome thief back to health, you wild child.
WARNINGS: should be none!



[ Generally speaking, Lupin is a man who lives his life without regrets. Right now, however? He's almost entirely regrets. The fact that he's laying in his bed right now with about three bullets lodged in various places around his chest and shoulders is only the tip of the iceberg. Lupin's been shot before; he can deal with the pain, even if he's concerned about getting the things out.

The knowledge that he went out and attacked people? Scared them, and even hurt them? And that most of them were people he loved and considered friends? That's harder to deal with.

He hasn't been out of the house since that week; that isn't changing today. He's sitting in his room, the covers drawn up around him, with his laptop in front of him, fervently typing out messages with a somber look on his face. The eclectic collection of items in his room - ranging from the functional (thief tools, a finished map of the town) to the fine (smooth rocks with their color restored from the river, a delicately-engraved handle to something or other, other knickknacks he must have picked out of the old buildings) - are beginning to accumulate a fine layer of dust, but he doesn't have the strength to clean up at the moment. Cleaning up his personal life is going to be hard enough. ]

Comments

[scooptimistic]

Bear with it.

[ said as encouragingly as she can with beads of sweat on her forehead, and it'll be a few additional minutes but then she'll lean back a little with a sigh. Bullets done, with enough healing left to close up those wounds properly. ]

You're going to be pretty tired for the rest of the day, but a little more rest should take care of it.

[heartsteals]

[ he does bear with it, although he most certainly fidgets here and there during the procedure; when all is said and done, though, it was far, far quicker and less painful than he was expecting the removal to be. Surgery is amazingly unpleasant in his time period.

Once she's finished, he breathes out a huge sigh, ignoring the slight pain in his ribs, and brings his hands to his face. ]

... Can I bring you back home with me? I think we need more doctors like you.

[ it's said in jest, but he's obviously grateful. ]

[scooptimistic]

I'd have to give up on my journalist dream, so pass.

[ it's also said in jest. ]

But if that's how you feel, then it looks like you're feeling better. I'm glad!

[heartsteals]

[ he draws his fingers down his cheeks tiredly, then shifts a little bit, turning his head so that he can look at her again. ]

That's a shame... There are plenty of journalists in London, too, you know. [ but he's going to remember that she can do this, for sure. ] Thank you, Maya. Really.

[scooptimistic]

If you think I was just going to sit there and watch you in pain, I don't know what kind of friend you think I am.

[ It's a very light chide; she's smiling. ]

I went running into the woods for a cure because of you, after all.

[heartsteals]

You what?

[ that makes his eyes widen a little bit in concern. He's obviously not in any position to criticize her for getting into danger, but still... ]

[scooptimistic]

I kind of got like... some form of knowledge, in my head-- about a plant that would help contribute to the cure, so I went looking for it!

Not too far in, but it still took hours, since that helpful random knowledge didn't tell me it'd be translucent.

[heartsteals]

[ a sigh. ]

And you did that for my sake?

[ ... belatedly. He's like that clarified. Surely she means the whole town - general "you," not just Lupin. That would be crazy! ]

[scooptimistic]

... You were suffering already. So when it happened, my first thought was that the sooner I could make it, the faster you'd be fine.

[heartsteals]

Maya...

[ he blinks at her, looking bewildered for a second or two. He really, truly didn't think she'd go that far for him. But, of course, he believes her completely. After a few blinks, his smile returns - this time a bit smaller and more humble than before. ]

Now, what did I do to deserve you? [ a beat. ] ... Thanks.

[ he said it before, but this warrants saying it again. ]

[scooptimistic]

You can thank me properly by taking it easy for the rest of the day. Fair enough?

[ Sure, he's been healed, but he's definitely still going to need to rest-- and Maya's answering smile is a little softer in response. She's relieved; he's going to be just fine. ]

[heartsteals]

If those are the doctor's orders, who am I to disagree?

[ he's still pretty beaten up, after all. He'll be happy to stay here...

for a little while, anyway... ]

[scooptimistic]

Your temporary doctor thanks you. Aaaand will leave you to it!

[ As she flashes him a grin. But yes, rest up!! ]