"turn around." his voice went from obnoxiously raspy... to a somewhat sweeter version.
hana slowly looked up. her eyes were glassy from the tears threatening to fall. she was quite embarrassed, so without a word, she managed to turn around on her knees. her shaky hands were brought to her face to wipe the remaining tears while an echo of sniffles escaped. the young woman had no idea why she was even participating– he could kill her for all she knew.
the still anonymous boy set the little pack down so it was laying in between the two. they were pretty pressed up against each other, as there was no other way to see how badly hana had bruised what made her so agile. "now, is it okay if i touch you?" he asked.
hana's face froze, a pink tinge trailing along her ears as heat rose up to her cheeks. it was clearly visible to the boy, almost making him crack a giggle. "w-well... depends on how you intend to," she muttered. her sweet voice was unusually stuffy.
"you know, i could just let you do all the dirty work yourself. i pretty much have all you need right here!" he tried to consider. "if you know what'cha doin'."
"i don't!" hana abruptly replied. she followed up with a softer tone, realizing how quickly she said that. "i don't. please help me."
the blonde stared at the back of her head in thought. he knew that it was his fault that she ended up like that. so he obliged, reaching underneath hana's sweater and lifting it up to reveal her pale back spotted with bruises. as he examined it, he came to a conclusion that the injuries weren't alarmingly fatal– but it did look really painful to have a gash sitting deep in the back of her skin. "you must've landed on those shards over there." he points to the broken screen of meka.
hana didn't say anything. her face was also pretty wrecked from the glass, but nothing too bad.
"welp," the boy plopped down into a criss-cross sitting position so his height didn't get in the way of aiding her. "lift up your arms."
she did as told, the man rolling up the top of the sweater until it was completely off. hana felt vulnerable as ever, letting a stranger see her in this state; but he was her only hope at that point.
now, he wasn't a doctor or anything, but he learned the basics even before all the chemical shenanigans broke loose. he reached into the bag and pulled out a rag along with what seemed to be just a bottle of cool tap water. hana was still shivering in pain since her back was still fully exposed to the awkward gases in the air. patching her up quickly was the best approach.
the now focused boy dampened the towel in the water, slowly applying it to the cut that dug deep in her skin. he applied pressure to hopefully stop the bleeding. "now, what was your name, missy?"
"hana." the woman quietly responded, and a little in fear as she felt the cold rag press up against her twitching back.
"well hana, i'm jamison. and from now on, i'll be looking after you until you heal up. this cut and these bruises are no damn joke. no way a girly like you'll survive out here with a big open wound waiting to be infected," the righteous man snickered.
"what?" was all she could say. "but i've only just met you..."
"that's right! and you're gonna be stickin' with me. i feel too guilty to leave you out here with your broken down robot thingy." jamison removed the towel reached for some ointment, plastering a fair amount into the crease of the cut.
hana arched her back in pain. "b-but i'm fine, i'll surely be fine. i forgive you now, so i'll just be a burden if i stick around!"
"hmm, and you're the same person who was pleading n' beggin' for my help earlier?" he giggled. "just joking though, if you wanna go off on your own i ain't stopping you." he reached for the bandage and bandage tape snuggled somewhere inside the pouch.
she was silenced once again, not able to think of an excuse. he was right, she was pleading for his help just a while ago. and sticking together wasn't such a bad idea either.
the doctor of the situation finally found the supplies while hana was in thought, revealing the end of the bandage roll and handing it to her. "hold this."
she followed his instructions and he soon started wrapping the bandage all around the top half and waist region of her torso. he made it fairly tight, but loose enough to where it wouldn't be straining so much on her; then he went on to secure it safely with bandage tape.
jamison reached to the sweater hana was previously wearing and flipped it right-side out, snuggling the soft fabric back over her head and through her arms. "i can dress myself," she sighed as her ears began to burn again.
"i know that," he laughed. he put all the supplies back into the first aid sack. "but it's better to save your energy."
hana scooted back around on her knees, revealing her warm, cheeky face in a pout. she looked down, unable to look back up at the boy before him. "thanks though." she mumbled.
jamison swore his heart almost melted.
