Rukia was as stoic a patient as one might expect. She didn't blush, nor even consider that her modesty might be compromised. She trusted Jade wholeheartedly, not just as a friend but a medic. He moved with confidence and precision, and that gave her all the reassurance she needed.
The olive green tanktop she wore underneath was damp and dark on one side with her blood. She did not flinch beneath the cut of the scalpel; her only indication of discomfort was a tightening of her jaw, and the way her fingers knotted in the blanket beneath her until her knuckles paled. But she didn't cry out. Once the arrow was removed, she slumped with a shaky exhalation of breath, sweat dripping down her temple.
"Thank you," she murmured, soothed by the touch of his magic.
At his instructions, she gave a nod to show she understood, and pressed a clean cloth to her shoulder just in case the magic wasn't enough to seal the wound completely shut.
She didn't want to speak for fear of interrupting his concentration, so she withheld her remarks and questions in favor of watching him work. Her gaze rested briefly on his scarred hand, and she frowned to herself. Who had treated him for that injury? Surely he wouldn't have done it on his own, it would be next to impossible with only one good hand available to him.
But she had a funny feeling that was the case.
"Your magic seems depleted. If you need an ether to replenish yourself, by all means," she informed him frankly. "Don't push yourself. This one is not as serious."
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The olive green tanktop she wore underneath was damp and dark on one side with her blood. She did not flinch beneath the cut of the scalpel; her only indication of discomfort was a tightening of her jaw, and the way her fingers knotted in the blanket beneath her until her knuckles paled. But she didn't cry out. Once the arrow was removed, she slumped with a shaky exhalation of breath, sweat dripping down her temple.
"Thank you," she murmured, soothed by the touch of his magic.
At his instructions, she gave a nod to show she understood, and pressed a clean cloth to her shoulder just in case the magic wasn't enough to seal the wound completely shut.
She didn't want to speak for fear of interrupting his concentration, so she withheld her remarks and questions in favor of watching him work. Her gaze rested briefly on his scarred hand, and she frowned to herself. Who had treated him for that injury? Surely he wouldn't have done it on his own, it would be next to impossible with only one good hand available to him.
But she had a funny feeling that was the case.
"Your magic seems depleted. If you need an ether to replenish yourself, by all means," she informed him frankly. "Don't push yourself. This one is not as serious."