False Reality

Nurse Wani

**CW: MENTION OF SELF HARM**

"Let go, let me see." Nurse Wani says calmly, reaching for your arm.

You relinquish control over the situation, you'd already been caught, and were already going to get in trouble with Keigo when he inevitably found out.
You let go of the paper cloth you're holding on your arm, allowing Nurse Wani to move it to see the extent of the damage underneath.
She nods calmly and presses the paper towel back down on it firmly.

"Come with me, love." She encourages, wrapping a cool, scaled and oddly muscular arm around your shoulders.

"Wait, Hawks..." You begin to panic.

"What about him?" She asks, still leading you out of the small box room.

"He... I can't let him see." You explain, panicking when you're exposed to the artificial lights in the hospital unit again.

"I think you have bigger things to worry about right now than letting Hawks see you." Nurse Wani replies. "You need stitches."

You whine as she says the news, even though really it should be obvious that you would need stitches considering you used something that was used to slice people open during surgeries.
She rubs the arm she's leading you with reassuringly.
You don't get why she's being so nice to you. You messed everything up to the point even villains hated you now, and you were wasting her time when she had genuinely sick people to attend to.

"Don't worry, we'll numb it so you won't feel a thing." She reassures. "It sounds a lot scarier than it is."

But it's not the stitches you're worried about, it's Keigo. He's already the most injured he'd ever been, was already under the strain of being forced to take Star in too and didn't need the extra stress of what you'd done to yourself again despite agreeing you'd talk to him if you felt like doing that again.
Luckily she kind of guards you from Keigo's eyes with her body as you pass his bed, but you know from what he'd said before that he can smell blood. He'd know, and that was bad enough.

You're silent as she ushers you into a private room and closes the curtain, patting the bed with a taloned hand.
You eye her hand cautiously, taking over with holding the towel on your arm while she gets the tools she needs together.

"You're doing it?" You ask, watching her try to thread the needle with a clawed hand.

She smirks a little at your question. "Worried?"

You immediately feel a little guilty for doubting her ability to do a routine job based on her being a heteromorph, but watching her clawed hands handle such small items that were soon going to be piercing your skin made you nervous, rightly or wrongly.

"It just must be tricky with your...uh..."

Wani snorts, but smiles softly as she sets the needle and thread on the side again. "I've been doing this job for long enough to know how to work around it."

She then gets to work cleaning your wounds, asking you questions about your health prior to the self harm, and what you used to cause the damage. You find the questions kind of tedious considering she was the one that found you, and was working in the hospital that no doubt has your notes.
You answer them all anyway though, looking away when she cleans it up enough for you to see the muscle underneath your skin being exposed.

"You've done this before?" She asks as you hear rattling on the tray beside you.

You don't answer, squeezing your eyes shut tightly when you feel a small prick at the edge of the wound, hissing in pain. She hums sympathetically,