I always get hit in the head, but it's never anything major.
Namine noticed a little bit of disinfectant running down Roxas's back, so she set down the bottle and reached for the rag, using it to wipe at the trail. She knew that they had to wash out the disinfectant, but she wasn't sure how to do that. Just run the rag over the wound? She didn't want to cause Roxas that kind of pain...
I've never been to one for an injury; I'm lucky I've never gotten hurt too badly.
Namine kept running her hand over Roxas's back, feeling how tense he was. She felt bad that she had to be the one to cause him more pain, but in the end, it would help him. At least, that was what she told herself.
I wouldn't be a trooper in that case. xD I hate going to any kind of doctor.
Namine sprayed the bottle two more times before she lowered the bottle, feeling as if there was enough disinfectant to clean the wound. She lightly ran her hand over Roxas's back, her eyes moving and following the motion.
Oh dear! 0.o That's not good...
Namine nodded faintly, though she didn't do it right away. She gently set her hand on Roxas's back, her other one holding the spray bottle. She bit down harder on her lip and sprayed the disinfectant over Roxas's wound.
That's what I figured. xD I've always wanted to go to Hawaii, just for a vacation.
Namine approached Roxas quietly, the girl setting the rag on the corner of the coffee table behind Roxas. She then picked up the disinfectant spray, her eyes wandering to Roxas when she had the spray in her hand. She bit her lip lightly, moving behind him so that she could spray the injury.
To which place, the bahamas or Florida? xP
A minute later, Namine turned off the faucet, wringing out the rag one more time. When only water came out, she was pleased, for she had gotten the blood out. She would get more on it again by the end of this, but still, she was glad the rag was clean. She held the wet washcloth in her hand as she walked out of the bathroom, turning off the light behind her. She reentered the living room a few seconds later, her gaze immediately going to Roxas on the coffee table.
Ah, I've never been to the bahamas. That would be an awesome place to go. I've never gone to Florida, either.
Namine walked out of the living room and into the hall, turning into the bathroom. She turned on a light and then the faucet, running warm water over the rag. Good thing seeing blood doesn't make me sick to my stomach, she thought, cleaning the washcloth. She sighed softly at the thought, squeezing the rag a little bit and cleaning it with the water.
Perhaps. xD This conversation makes me think of a random question: Is there anywhere in the world you always wanted to see or live at or take a...
Namine wiped around the wound, trying to keep a little bit of distance from it so that she wouldn't hurt Roxas. When she was finished, she pulled the cloth back, her eyes going to the bloody rag. I need to clean that so I can use it after the disinfectant, she thought, looking at it. "I'll be right back," she said softly, her hand coming off Roxas's arm as she rose to her feet.
And I would like to see some straight, non-winding roads! xP
Namine moved closer to the edge of the couch, needing to be a little closer to Roxas to see his wound. When she saw just how awful it was, she bit down on her lip harder. Ouch, she thought, stopping her treatment for one second. However, she knew that stopping didn't help Roxas, so she started again, wiping closer to the wound but not touching it. She would hate spraying it with disinfectant and causing Roxas a little more pain, but she knew that it was necessary.
That's strange. xD We're hardly ever opposites.
Namine moved her left hand, lightly gripping Roxas's arm above his elbow. She could feel her hand resting on some of his muscles, but she didn't think about that, starting to wipe at the blood again. There was more of it up here, and seeing it made her bite her lip once again. She hated seeing Roxas hurting, so she was going to do everything she could to help him.
