warning: the following chapter contains scenes of graphic surgical procedures, blood, open wounds, needles, stitches, and things of that nature
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┍━━━☽【☹︎】☾━━━┑ third person pov 1:25 pm april 11th ┕━━━☽【☹︎】☾━━━┙
AFTER ADMINISTERING an antibiotic to head off any infection, Hitomi put the syringe down, replacing it with a needleat one end of the tear.
Her steady hands began to stitch the first major gash. The metal pierced Thirteen's skin at a ninety degree angle, entering both epidermis and dermis layers smoothly.
After a moment, she did feel the slight resistance of the tissue. But it would take more than that to scare her away.
Hitomi maintained a vice-like grip as she pulled the thread through, successfully leaving a small tail.
Still, Tomi didn't sigh in relief just yet, not wanting to jinx her luck. But the versed girl was still grateful to be doing something relatively easy to her.
Now, after repositioning the needle on the opposite side of the gap, she mirrored the first stitch. The thread glided through the skin, pulling the edges of the abrasion together.
"Woah.." Mina seemed to find her tongue, remembering how to talk as she awed at the fluidity in front of her.
"You're a natural at this, Shinso."
"Oh?" Hitomi cracked a smirk behind her mask, scoffing softly. "Thanks, but I don't think there's anything natural about obsessing over this crap for like, twenty-two thousand hours."
Mina's eyes widened in shock, her jaw dropping. "Twenty-two thousand hours?! That's—like—your whole life!"
Hitomi shrugged with an apathetic air. "Pretty much, yeah," she supposed, hands never stopping their meticulous movements. "But hey, least it's paying off, right?"
Ashido smiled timidly, her furrowed brows gave the impression of concern; she wondered if Tomi ever had time to act like a kid once in a while.
Not noticing the emanating empathy, the fake blonde tied a secure knot, ensuring the stitch is tight enough to hold the wound closed but not cut off circulation.
She repeated this process as Mina watched in wonder, fear momentarily forgotten as she witnessed the intricacy.
The sight was both mesmerizing and stupefying, how Hitomi transformed the haywire mess of torn tissue into a neatly closed cut.
Once the sutures were securely in place for all three injuries, Tomi gently wiped off the new blood that had accumulated, soon thereafter wrapping the wounds with many white sterile bandages.
