stitchin' you back up // any med request

[ninazu]

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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

The sand cat listened, her ears flicking as she grew irritated at the canine for involving her with this potential treason. Though, she supposed, if Stryker wanted them dead and exiled then it’d already been done – and, no matter her misgivings, keeping all members of the Pitt in functional condition fit her job description. “What did Dabi do?” she asked, her golden eyes narrowing slightly. Though she supposed, unless the answer truly convinced her, asking mattered little.

Not that she would tell Jeri so, but if Stryker came to her quarters… well, the feline never thought pissing off her leader a good career move. And, as far as she understood, Tsuyu belonged to Stryker. Not Jeri, no matter how protective the demon might act.

Looking at the murderous hybrid, she flicked her tails as she checked again with her x-ray vision. “You’re probably in shock from the pain – believe me, you wouldn’t want to feel that, anyway. Your spine looks intact, so you will move them again. But not soon. Not with those destroyed hips,” she explained, setting about bandaging up the cauterized strip of flesh to prevent infection.

She glanced up at Jeri as she continued to explain, “The fractures are extensive. It will take weeks to heal, and during that time it would be best for her to keep them as immobile as possible. I’d also suggest taking care to include additional calcium in her diet – crushed egg shells, perhaps.” Ninazu wasn’t a goddamn nursemaid; Jeri would need to do the extensive day to day care himself, as Ninazu had neither the time nor the patience to deal with such a patient. Especially a patient that murdered a Pittian and got her wounds from their ardent himself.

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