FATED (Naegami)

I'M NO NURSE

I gently placed the gun on the floor to my side and knelt down to the limp body in front of me and carefully checked for a pulse - it was there but it was incredibly faint which worried me slightly. I had never seen anyone in such a battered state,well , I had never seen any alive in such a battered state. The sharp breeze crept away as a pulled the front door shut and I proceeded to lift Naegi over my shoulder, hauling him into the house before placing him on the sofa (couldn't have his blood staining the sheets, they aren't easy to wash). I assessed his wounds only to realise I had absolutely no experience to do so, however, anyone could see that he had been beaten within an inch of his life. He really is the Ultimate Lucky Student. I awkwardly stood beside his ghostly body contemplating what I'm supposed to do in this situation, I mean, surely this must be a coincidence, there's no way he knew I was staying here. Sighing, I reluctantly removed his torn, bloodstained jacket which revealed a gash in his left side seaping with blood. Holy shit. I'd definitely underestimated the severity of this situation. Not only that, there was also a puncture in his lower leg that my eyes were suddenly drawn to, along with a flaming scorch on his right arm and more bruises covering basically every perimeter of his body. Luckily, I managed to retain my composure and swiftly walked to the kitchen as I remembered spotting a first aid kit in a cabinet when I first arrived here. I yanked it open to find various first aid materials chaotically strewn about the box, along with a couple of pills I assumed were pain killers. Grabbing the box, I rushed back into the living room to find Makoto sliding towards to floor. I've never seen someone lose so much blood, well...anyway that's not important. I positioned him back onto the sofa, and with great discomfort which I'm sure was evident on my face, removed Makoto's even more torn and bloodstained t-shirt which revealed a cold, bloody body. Using the warm water I had filled up just a moment ago, I grabbed a towel and began to soak up the blood from his torso. Jesus. This was beyond me. Nevertheless, I continued to dress his wound and when I came to bandage the wound, realised that I'd have to precariously lift him up with one arm. It was tricky but I think I managed well enough and moved onto his leg which was much easier. The wound looked ghastly though, to think he came all that way dragging this behind him - I could practically see the bone in his leg alongside an excessive amount of blood gushing from it. I let out a sigh of relief as I had covered any life threatening wounds. I don't think I could bare to see another classmate die before me, even all these years later. I closed my heavy eyes for a short rest and held a deep inhale in order to preserve my composure and, after a short moment, reached for a fine, mesh gauze which was advertised clearly on the packet for burn wounds. As I stood up to clean up the mess I had made, I noticed the significant damage on the top of his head that had caught my eye as he collapsed onto my porch floor. I bandaged it up and finally began to clean up the clutter and blood around me before searching for some suitable clothes but as I dug into my drawers for something comfortable, it suddenly struck me how much larger my clothes would be on him. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do as this is all Future Foundation had supplied but it's not like they're my style anyway so they're completely unworn. I trudged back down the stairs into the living room and was welcomed by a quiet, soft snore. At least he isn't dead. Trying not to wake him, I pulled the t-shirt over his still body and I was right, it was much too large on him. I screwed my face realising I would have to invade his privacy even more by removing his ragged trousers and replace them with a the cleaner pair of shorts I held neatly in my hands but after minutes of consideration managed to do so regardless. If that wasn't enough chaos for what was supposed to be a quiet evening in solitude, I placed him over my shoulder once again and carried him down the corridor to the nearest spare room. To my surprise, it was actually quite tolerable and, even in the dull night, had a rather stunning view. I placed him under the covers and shut the door behind me before returning upstairs and sinking into my own bed. My head felt intensely heavy and my eyes couldn't remain open any longer. What an evening. This is the last possible occurrence I could have expected, yet here I am. This is going to be a long couple of weeks. What a burden.