[ Jean gives him that one 'good show', patting his knee before he gets to work. He sanitizes the needle and the first of the scratches, and then gets to work quickly suturing them together.
For a mercy, he is quick, his hands steady. The first is stitched up, regardless of any wriggling, yelling or hollering that may occur. He repeats the sanitizing on the second scratch, intently focused.
When all is said and done, he gives another comforting squeeze against unscratched skin. ]
[There is some involuntary wiggling, the definite sound of Subaru sucking in air through gritted teeth, and his white-knuckle grip on the bottle looks close to smashing it, but for the most part he takes it like a champ.
When Jean announces he’s done, he lets out a heavy sigh of relief.]
Thanks for being quick.
[He probably couldn’t have held out much longer if he took his time.]
The worse of it is over. You won't even need to get these pulled out - they fall out on their own. We don't have anything like that at home.
[ Jean keeps his voice even, reassuring. He remembers squirming like a bitch the first time - anesthesia was for surgery, not stitches.
He attends himself to wiping down the cuts again with the antibacterial wipes and beginning to cover them in gauze, wrapping them in bandages afterwards. ]
[It’s funny, were he back home with the people that care about him, he’d probably get chewed out for his poor showing, for all his twitching and squirming.
Ah, he misses them.]
…Thanks. [He feels a little like he doesn’t know what to do with Jean’s words. He’s surprised they came out at all.] Guess I can give this back to you now.
[ Jean takes the bottle with a small smile, tucking it away with the rest of his supplies. It's tempting to drink it himself but... well, he'd rather not be that kind of guy. He's seen how easy it is to fall into it. ]
[ Jean laughs despite himself. He knows Subaru isn't much younger than him - only a couple years at most - but he still rises to his feet and ruffles his hair gently. ]
Well, I'll leave you the medical kit out, then. You probably need some rest, but if you get hungry let me know. We've got plenty of leftovers, or I can make something if you want something special.
And... I cried, the first time they had to stitch me up. It wasn't even noble. I busted my arm on a training dummy.
[ He'll take it! Even if he puts on an indignant face. ]
Hey, I said it wasn't noble!
Anyway, we were practicing with our maneuver gear on killing blows. I was feeling pretty high and mighty since I'd figured out turning in midair, so I thought I'd show off by doing that first.
I wasn't any good at the turn and lost all my momentum. We were using real blades, but old and dulled, so it snapped. Turns out when you impact a dummy at a decent enough speed, those things can still cut you.
[ He rolls up an arm. Sure enough, on the outside, there's a long faded scar on his outer arm. ]
Got no points, Eren laughing at me, and a trip to the nurse's office.
Pretty much. Our Instructor was pretty big on letting us fuck around and find out. The look on everyone's faces the day he cut our climbing lines to test our reaction times was priceless.
[ Most people don't have to worry about their instructor dropping them down a ravine, though. ]
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That really doesn’t inspire a lot of confidence, you know…?!
[Oh he hates this. He hates it! Curse you Eren!]
I don’t drink, but…there’s really no other option, is there?
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You don't have to drink it, if you don't want. But it's there if you can't stand the pain.
[ Jean has been stitched up without it. It sucked, but he also gets hurt on the regular enough that he knows how to handle it. ]
There's only a couple I can see that need this. The most important thing you'll need to do is not move.
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[Subaru takes the bottle, and balances it on his knee, keeping it in place with a hand. It’s there if he needs it, but…
…well, hasn’t he been through way worse?]
Bring it on.
i'm not going into detail but stitches!
[ Jean gives him that one 'good show', patting his knee before he gets to work. He sanitizes the needle and the first of the scratches, and then gets to work quickly suturing them together.
For a mercy, he is quick, his hands steady. The first is stitched up, regardless of any wriggling, yelling or hollering that may occur. He repeats the sanitizing on the second scratch, intently focused.
When all is said and done, he gives another comforting squeeze against unscratched skin. ]
All right, just have to bandage it now.
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When Jean announces he’s done, he lets out a heavy sigh of relief.]
Thanks for being quick.
[He probably couldn’t have held out much longer if he took his time.]
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[ Jean keeps his voice even, reassuring. He remembers squirming like a bitch the first time - anesthesia was for surgery, not stitches.
He attends himself to wiping down the cuts again with the antibacterial wipes and beginning to cover them in gauze, wrapping them in bandages afterwards. ]
You did good.
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Ah, he misses them.]
…Thanks. [He feels a little like he doesn’t know what to do with Jean’s words. He’s surprised they came out at all.] Guess I can give this back to you now.
[He offers back the alcohol.]
Save it for next time.
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How's the rest of you?
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Nothing I can’t handle myself. I think you got the worst of it.
[And then, somewhat jokingly:]
Plus, I don’t think I could take getting stitched up again!
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Well, I'll leave you the medical kit out, then. You probably need some rest, but if you get hungry let me know. We've got plenty of leftovers, or I can make something if you want something special.
And... I cried, the first time they had to stitch me up. It wasn't even noble. I busted my arm on a training dummy.
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Seriously? How did you manage that?
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Hey, I said it wasn't noble!
Anyway, we were practicing with our maneuver gear on killing blows. I was feeling pretty high and mighty since I'd figured out turning in midair, so I thought I'd show off by doing that first.
I wasn't any good at the turn and lost all my momentum. We were using real blades, but old and dulled, so it snapped. Turns out when you impact a dummy at a decent enough speed, those things can still cut you.
[ He rolls up an arm. Sure enough, on the outside, there's a long faded scar on his outer arm. ]
Got no points, Eren laughing at me, and a trip to the nurse's office.
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Geez…at first I thought it was pretty impressive you managed to hurt yourself on a dummy, but now I just feel bad for you, man.
[Getting laughed at by Eren no less…he realises he’s never really heard the sound. He wants to. He has to, before it’s too late.]
Guess that’s what we call a learning experience, huh?
tw: child abuse though the character doesn't see it as such
[ Most people don't have to worry about their instructor dropping them down a ravine, though. ]
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[What the hell was wrong with that guy…what the hell is wrong with Jean??]