Infiltrated Infirmary

[Anonymous]

Kuro finally found his way to the ground, away from the rooftops and dashed his way through the coutyard of the Connlaothian Palace. Beatrid is being carried by him with his bloody scarf wrapped around her waist. She's losing it as well as consciousness. Soon enough, Kuro sped down the hallways, causing the maids and troops to nearly dive out of the way. The nurses and doctors practically jumped out of their skins when the ninjaesque Mordecai bursted through the doors with the woman in his arms. No words were exchanged as everyone pretty much knew what was going on. The Nurses moved fast to get Beatrid out of Kuro's arms and worked from there.

(Sorry for the crappiness. Muse is slowly dying. :P)

[Rhindeer]

By the time they got to the infirmary, Beatrid was drifting in and out of consciousness despite her vow to stay awake and make sure the nurses patched her up correctly. Just because, honestly, she was sort of paranoid when it came to needles and medicine and stuff like that. Probably an odd, silly thing for her to be skittish of, considering she could take a bullet (or in this case, nice, pointy blades) while charging into battle without even a second's hesitation. But that was different! Really. Anyway, perhaps it was better that she wasn't really awake to deal with all the stitching up and cleaning up and mending and medicine and all that stuff that went into saving her life, because there was certainly less panic on her end as a result. And no struggling. For some reason, getting fixed always hurt one hell of a lot more than getting wounded in the first place, and it was also nice to not have to deal with knowing how bad off she was until after she was out of harm's way.

Thank goodness she was. Hell, thank goodness Kuro was quick. Soldier or not, she was still only human. She didn't heal quickly like Kuro, and there was still only so much blood she could lose and live. Hey, she wasn't invincible, as cool as that would be if she were.

Beatrid had no idea how much time had passed when she finally woke up again, nor could she even remember passing out in the first place. All she knew when she finally opened her eyes was that she was in a familiar sterile white room with the awful cheap beds and equally cheap sheets--since, of course, it wouldn't make much sense to get high quality stuff that would just eventually get blood or piss or vomit on it because, hey, that's what happened when you treated sick or injured people. Ugh. Beatrid glanced around the room while keeping the rest of her body perfectly still because she was sure moving her head would make her dizzy and, even if she couldn't remember much after being injured, she could still remember that little moment of impulsiveness and stupidity that winded her up here to begin with. Damn...what the hell had she been thinking? Whatever happened to tackling the guy, or kicking his legs out so he fell backwards? No...she had to dive right toward Kuro and get slammed instead of him.

Then again, there hadn't been much time to think then, and those last two brilliant ideas popped into her head as she was laying in the hospital bed trying to think. Because her head was pretty fuzzy from blood loss so thinking came a bit slowly. It probably took her a good ten minutes to think up all that for all she knew.

Whatever...she'd saved his life. Now they were even so he could stop trying to rescue her. When she didn't need it, that it; stopping that throwing knife from plunging into her face was another story, though she would have noticed it if she hadn't been so agitated with him.

That was her story and she was sticking to it. Heh.

And maybe she was still out of it to be thinking like this, but another random thought that popped into her head as she was laying there, eyes half closed, was, Well, I guess this means I get an extra few days off. Hah! That was one way of looking at this, she guessed. She got her ass kicked (though not without kicking that Reiwhatever bastard's ass! Because she had a gun and he didn't!) so she probably wouldn't be up for a few days or so. Which meant taking it easy. No missions for her! No anything for her until she was healed! Which meant--oh shit. Which meant visitors. Which meant she probably couldn't escape, especially not while she was bedridden.

She was trapped if any of her fellow Mordecai idiots decided to come here and rub it in. Mostly, she was just worried about Drones or Kuro making an appearance with her not being able to point a gun at them, punch them, or escape to her room or a random hallway or something.

God-damnit.

Well, one of them had better bring her chocolate or something. Kuro owed her some at least and...heh...hopefully Hek wasn't pissed about being ditched.

With a sigh, Beatrid shifted where she lay, wincing--agh, her side ached like a bitch, even if a quick feel with her hand showed that...shit. Not only was she stitched up, but she was apparently naked beneath the sheets, too.

Just bloody great. Bastards!

Yanking the sheets up to her chin and deciding to put off her plan until she was given a big tunic or something, she sighed and rested her head back against the pillow, braid pulled to the side. The plan had been to check the table next to her to see if her pistol was still around--just in case--but since that meant sitting up, well, never mind that. She could wait. Because while she could deal with the dizziness and the pain in her side and the weakness that would be apparent when she sat up, there was no way she was going to risk accidentally flashing someone. Even if she knew the doctors had seen everything while patching her up and cleaning off all the blood.

Damned side wounds. This sucked. So, she'd just wait until a nurse came by and ask for something to wear in case they'd forgotten--oh, and her book. She might not be able to see straight yet, but it'd be nice to have for when she could.

[Anonymous]

"How are you feeling, Beatrid?" Kuro's voice nearly echoes in the room. The ninjaesque Mordecai stand near twenty feet away from Beatrid's bed with his back turned to her. He's currently leaning on the post of another bed, not too far away. He's been in the room since the end of the operation, mainly to watch over her. His scarf is nowhere on his face, so he stands a bit 'bare'. He could sense her presence a little more active than when she was asleep. Hence the reason he spoke up.
"I trust that you are in fair condition." He adds one last bit still without looking.

[Rhindeer]

Gyah!

Beatrid just about jumped right out of her bed at that, except it hurt too much to really move and she didn't want to tear her stitches. "Kuro!" she yelled--or, yelled as much as her voice and condition would allow, which meant more of a hoarse, forceful exclamation than an actual shout. Turning her head to face him, she pulled the sheets up impossibly higher until they were practically right under her nose, and she probably would have pulled them higher if they weren't tucked in at the foot of the bed. Oh shit! How long had he been there? If he'd been there the whole time...oh Gods, if he had, she'd finish what Reiwhatever had started--when she was able to walk again. Hopefully he hadn't. His back was to her now, so that had to be a positive sign, right? Hell, when she thought about it from another angle, like if she had to choose whether it be Kuro in here right now or Hek...well, she had to say she'd have chosen Kuro at this moment since Kuro at least had never groped her.

"U-uh...yeah...fine. I'm feelin' fine..." she finally answered distractedly, folding and unfolding the top part of the sheet. It was a lie since, well, she kind of felt like shit right now, light-headed, weak, in pain, and bloody naked, but compared to the alternative--death--she was fine! She cleared her throat, hoping to strengthen her voice; it sounded oddly small, and that bugged her. But, hey, she was tired, so she had an excuse and a valid reason. "How...er...how long have you...been there?" she added, trying to look nonchalant and unconcerned, but likely failing. Her cheeks felt hot, and she was actually surprised she had enough blood left in her still to blush. She almost wished she didn't.

But, since it was probably pretty stupid to be worried about someone seeing her naked, especially considering she probably could have died--she didn't know because she couldn't remember and that irked her to no end--she quickly switched topics to something more important. "Yeah...fair condition...uh, so...what was the damage...?" she asked as casually as she could, finally stopping fiddling with the sheets and folding her hands on top of her chest. Then, rolling her eyes, she added, "If I'm dyin' or something...don't tell me."

That sounded way wittier in her head than when she actually said it. Ugh...she really was still out of it. Gods she hated this. Stupid blood loss. Snorting softly, she shook her head slowly, even though she still got a bit dizzy as a result. "Heh...you look...well."

[Anonymous]

He could tell that she was not fine by her voice, but ignored that bit otherwise. She's a horrible liar, but it was intresting that way. After hearing question, Kuro wasted little time to respond.
"I've been here since after the operation. Making sure no one disturbs you while you rest." His answer wasn't immediate, but he told her quickly, nonetheless. He finished his statement on time to hear what she had to say next. He kept his back to her still. He never believed in invasion of privacy (unless it was on a mark) and respected that with his coworkers.
"You could have died from blood loss if I had not arrived sooner. Otherwise, you are saved from death." Kuro speaks of the near grave news. If Kuro were a normal human, she would have died on route to even the City. Her last statement caused Kuro to close his eyes. Only he knows why he looks so well.
"My wounds heal at an unnatural rate. What I recieved from that battle were scars by the time we reached Reajh. I am no normal human." He answers to Beatrid's last statement. His true colors are slowly showing. Would he go as far as telling her what he truely is?

[Rhindeer]

"Ah...operation...?" Beatrid repeated slowly, still watching Kuro's back. The hell? She just figured her side had been slashed open so all they really needed to do was stitch her back together. Then again, she wasn't a doctor and wouldn't have been able to be one, anyway, given her aversion to such things. If she didn't like getting stuck with a needle there was no way she'd be able to stick someone else, much less open someone up with a knife--unless it was an enemy in the heat of battle, that is. So, yeah, this was news to her. How long had she been out of it, then, and...what the hell had been operated on? Damn, she hoped she still had all her organs where they belonged, though she guessed if she didn't notice anything obvious was gone she couldn't really miss it.

It was, however, good news that she was out of the woods and apparently wouldn't be dying from this encounter. Good. Because that would have pissed her off to go out in such an...anti-climatic manner.

"Good to know," she murmured tiredly at Kuro's reassurance. "Because if ya saw anything...you wouldn't live to remember it." Cool. She was going to live, he apparently hadn't seen anything he shouldn't have seen, and...well, she guessed that brought her to a part she'd kind of been putting off...

That whole "swallowing your pride" thing. She'd never been good at that, especially not around people she didn't usually (understatement!) like. Yeah. He had hauled her here for medical attention, hadn't he? She probably would have died if she hadn't gotten treated promptly...though she'd only been hurt to begin with because she was saving his ass. After he'd saved hers. So...since that technically made them even, did she have to do it? Couldn't she just, like...assume that whole "I got bloodied up defending you" thing counted as a "thanks"? It was kind of how she liked to show gratitude, anyway. No, not by getting owned in battle, but through actions rather than words. She wasn't good with words. At least not in that whole sappy sentimental area.

Now she sounded selfish, ungrateful, and stupid. Argh. Bah...she guessed she could afford a little ego bruising just this once.

Ah, well...it couldn't hurt to put it off a little longer.

"So, uh...operation, eh? They didn't...take shit out, did they?" she asked randomly,closing her eyes a moment to rest them and taking a careful breath, since it still hurt to breathe for her wound. "I just kinda thought they, you know...just sewed me back together."

Aha! Another distraction! Kuro was talking again, and...eh? That...was weird.

"Huh...?" Well, yeah, he did look perky but she just figured he was being stubborn like she usually was and was toughing out his stab wound. She figured he had bandages and stitches beneath his clothes. Hey, it was something she would do, walk off a wound and act like it was nothing--if she could walk and it wasn' lethal or mind-numbingly painful. She hadn't been expecting him to say that it was healed already and he wasn't quite a normal human.

Hah. No shit. If he as already healed, obviously he wasn't average.

"...What the hell's that mean?" Beatrid asked, cracking an eye open. Succinct as always.

[Anonymous]

Kuro ignored Beatrid's threat about him seeing anything. Of course he didn't, but that matter is useless to him either way. When she questioned him about the operation, he opened his eyes, but kept his back to her.
"They had to make sure nothing vital was struck on the inside. Internal bleeding is just as bad as external. Luckily, you're still intact." The ninjaesque Mordecai explains. He doesn't know much about medical, but he does know enough to be able to properly pick up his insides and walk himself to an emergency room. When she finally questioned him about the last thing he said, Kuro closed his eyes and pushed all thoughts from his head.
"You should get some rest. It'll help you regain yourself." Kuro suggests, keeping his eyes closed and his back to Beatrid.

[Rhindeer]

Ah...that made sense. Beatrid frowned a little and absently knotted her hands in the sheet, just to have something to fiddle with. Internal bleeding...yeah, she knew about that. Right. That made sense. Hell, come to think of it, she'd been really lucky. She could have easily gotten some broken ribs or a punctured lung, but by the grace of some deity or sheer luck she'd reacted quick enough to avoid the full brunt of the blow. Still, that made sense. She'd still been hit hard and deep. Ouch.

Bringing a hand up, she rubbed her eyes to try and clear them up and accidentally bumped her nose, and received a shockwave of pain as a result. Wincing, she gingerly felt her nose with her fingers. Ow, right, her face had gotten busted up, too. She'd almost forgotten because the pain in her side took her mind off of that. Well, her nose felt properly taped up and if it had been broken, it felt like it had been set, even if it did feel puffy. Her lip was still swollen and had scabbed over where it had split. Yay, she must look great right now, not that she cared. Wasn't like she was vain.

"Good...that's comforting," Beatrid said on a yawn, still annoyingtly exhausted. She hardly even noticed how Kuro avoided the question, her tired mind instead thinking that his suggestion sounded mighty nice. Sleep. Her body really wanted it, but she didn't, not yet. That is, not until she got some clothes. There was no way she was falling asleep naked, sheets or not! She had a tendency to move a lot in her sleep, so there was no way she was going to risk falling asleep and yanking the covers down during the course of sleep. With her injury, it wasn't like she'd be tossing and turning, but she could still move her arms, and that's what counted!

Which...well, that brought her to yet another dilemma.

Heaving a sigh and toying with the sheet again--she had a feeling already that this whole bed-ridden thing was going to drive her up a wall. Forget that initial thought about an extended "vacation", she was going to go insane! One day off was one thing, but she liked being active!--she glanced toward Kuro. Whatever. Just...forget pride right now. There were no nurses around, she wanted to sleep some more, and really, what sapped the most pride: the danger of flashing or asking for some clothes to avoid that risk? Yeah, that was a no brainer.

"Hey, uh...Kuro? Think you can do me a favor?" Wait, cut that. Actually, now that she was actually starting to lead up to the sentence, this was going to be excruciatingly painful. Beatrid grit her teeth and stared up at the ceiling. Actually, maybe she should wait for a nurse to avoid this embarrassment. Unless the nurses were busy and...she'd be stuck. She gave another sigh and kept her eyes fixed onto the ceiling like it was the most interesting thing since...something really interesting. She was tired now and didn't feel like waiting, and since she was hurt and had suffered blood loss, she had a right to ask favors of unwounded people. Regardless of who they were. Wasn't like she could help it--he was just there, so she'd take advantage of that! "Right...think you can, uh...get a nurse to get me something to wear?" she finally muttered, words almost indistinguishable. "A big shirt or something."

Because there was no way on this green Earth that she'd wear anything resembling a dress. Not even in the infirmary. She knew they probably wouldn't give her breeches or anything since that would require standing up out of bed--something she was not going to be up to anytime soon--and her old breeches she knew were ruined from blood and whatnot so they had to remove them, but, no. No dresses. No infirmary gowns. Just...a large man's shirt would do just fine.

[Anonymous]

Good, she didn't push the matter any further. Kuro wasn't about ready to explain himself in full. He would be betraying himself at this point in time if he did so. Now she's asking Kuro of a favor, something Beatrid never does. He listens closely. Well, that was easier done than said.
"Right." Kuro answers as he begins to walk towards the wardrobe on the other end of the room. One that sits almost directly right next to the door. He opens it up to see Beatrid's clothes, cleaned, but tattered. He reaches in to pull out what he feels would be confortable to sleep in. A rather large sweater. One that supposedly belonged to a large man. Luckily, all the clothes in the wardrobe are clean. He closes the wardrobe and walks back to Beatrid's bed, placing the sweater down within her reach. Hen then goes back to leaning on the post of the opposing bed, without lookin in Beatrid's general direction the whole time. Almost much like a well trained guard dog.

[Anonymous]

Word had gotten out that the one and only Beatrid was wounded and in the infirmary, of course, Hek was one of the last few to know because he had been finding his way back to the castle. Today had been an interesting day, first he was carted here, then he got to have a bath, then, he got dumped in the city to fend for himself. Him. Hek-Akiz the farm boy with the funny hair. Needless to say it all went downhill after Beatrid ditched him to go god-knows where which ended up wounded. Pfft, females. Anyway, after Beatrid left Hek all alone he wandered around and bought cheap clothing that would last for about a day until his other stuff was cleaned. So, once Hek got his clothing, he had a few pieces to spend, assuming Beatrid gave it to him to spend.

Now, he was glad he had gotten that gift for Beatrid since she was currently healing from a mortal wound, and any gift at the moment would be like a peace offering, a suck up gift, and something to make her feel better. Hek didn’t even know what was wrong with her, but since she was in the infirmary it must be something a little worse than the flu, otherwise she’d be in her room throwing up, not in the infirmary getting poked and prodded. Ah well, since Hek just got back and heard about Beatrid, he would set off down one hallway and maybe ask a maid where it was.

At the entrance of the building, he pressed a hand to his forehead, ripped it away and hissed. What the hell? Why did that still? Hek looked at his hand and then lightly poked his forehead, hissing again. Why did…? Oh right! He had bashed his head on the tub and apparently forgotten about it, ah well maybe now they’ll want to help him even more! Grinning with his new great plan, Hek set off to find the infirmary.

Once he had found the infirmary, it was about half an hour later and the daisy he had grabbed before getting into the door was wilted and very dead from being held between Heks hot fingers. Hopefully the chocolate (which he had learned after twenty years makes cranky ladies less-cranky) faired better than the wilted dead daisy. The maids helped, sure, but, after hearing rumours that Drones started, and the words from that one maid who he helped up probably got them to get mixed feelings about the newest addition to the Connlaoth kingdom, so, they all fawned and cooed and told him to go rest because of his head, or, ignored him completely or looked at him like a feather duster that talked in tongues.

Sighing in relief that he had <I>finally</I> found the damn infirmary with the help of a pretty brunette maid named ‘Chelsea,’ who was now off to do her other chores. Well, there were normal people here, how about that? Poking his head into the room, Hek looked around, seeing The Ninja Guy poking around in a closet and Beatrid in a bed. Taking a step into the room, he paused, making sure he wasn’t going to explode from some random force of the person in the closet. Moving again, he rushed slightly to the side of Beatrids bed and smiled, he had changed out of the itchy uniform and into his new clothes, an off-white shirt tucked into tight brown breeches. Of course he was wearing boots to end the outfit… they were brown too.

The blooming bruise on his forehead was a light blue in colour because it was on the left side of his face and beneath the lavender. Grabbing a chair from someplace or another, he put it beside Beatrids bed and closed his eyes before putting the chocolate on the bedside table with the wilted daisy on top.

�I wanted to get you something because you were so nice to show me around this morning… So I did, and now it has two uses! If you’re anything like my mom you’ll like the chocolate.�

Hek started to talk, his voice was normal and he wasn’t talking to her like she was dying, because if she was, she’d look like it, and Beatrid just looked like crap, but no dying crap. A sly evil grin grew on Heks face and he held his hands, noticing the shirt on the bed, good luck to Beatrid if she wanted to put that on.

�See? If you had stuck with little ‘ol me you wouldn’t have … Whatever it is you have… What do you have anyway?�

According to various sources, Beatrid had blown off her face, lost a leg, had her intestines pulled out and lost both her arms. Her legs still looked there, and so did her arms, so it was just a normal wound. A bad one considering she looks like crap, but still, just a wound and those heal in no time flat. Hek smiled, a reassuring smile he gave to his sister when he was the one with the nasty gashes. Looking around, Hek began to tap his foot on the ground before looking at the sweater on her bed, having had gashes on his side before, he knew it’d be hard to lift his arm to put anything on his torso without help. So, he decided to tell Beatrid this.

�You know Bumblebee; you putting on that sweater alone is going to hurt… A lot… And since I’m worried after your health, can I assist you in putting it on? If I touch anything I promise you can do whatever you want to me…�

Looks like Hek would be doing something he’d rather not for a while… Because everyone knows Hek and his hands and how they can’t stay in the same place for more than a few minutes, because even know, his hands which had once been clasped together between his knees are now on top of his thighs and lightly tapping.

[Rhindeer]

Beatrid rested back against the pillow and idly watched Kuro fish around in the closet, and as he did the thought suddenly occurred to her that, while he might bring her a nice, big shirt...well...that wasn't exactly the end of her problem because, well, the shirt wouldn't just slap itself onto her body, now would it? And, quite frankly, she really wasn't in the mood to move around much. Sitting up would hurt, she imagined, and she still felt all light-headed. Really, all she wanted to do was lay here and do nothing more strenuous than breathe. And maybe sleep some more.

Turning her head and gazing up lazily at the ceiling, she closed her eyes and sighed quietly. "Thanks..." she said, just as quietly. There! She'd gone and said it finally!  And...well, that hadn't been quite as painful as she'd imagined it would be, though she didn't really have any idea what she was thanking him for: for hauling her to the infirmary, or for going to get her a shirt? Maybe both. Yeah. It could count for both, or he could just decide for himself! Maybe she was kind of stingy in her thank yous, but, eh, it wasn't something she was too accustomed to. It was kind of embarrassing in a weird way, actually. No, scratch that--she had no problem with showing gratitude. It was just when she was proven wrong that it was painful, because pride had a tendency to form a big ol' lump in her throat. Not to mention she hated admitting that she'd been wrong.

Beatrid had actually started to drift off again when the sound of a chair scraping across the floor brought her back, and she opened her eyes as the sound jarred her, brow crinkling in annoyance. Until her eyes fell on Hek, after which they widened in surprise as he pulled up a chair and sat at her bedside and...put a wilted flower and a bar of something on the bedside table, which she soon learned was chocolate. Chocolate! Her one true love. Well, damn. Here she'd been almost expecting him to come here to drive her crazy, and he'd brought her gifts which was...oddly sweet. Even after she'd ditched him in the village, which she did indeed regret, because now she was bedridden.

"...I love chocolate," she admitted almost sheepishly. She didn't get much of it, either, but when she did? Heaven on Earth. How the heck did he know? Oh, wait, his mom. Heh. Yeah, seemed that wonderful stuff was universally loved by females, and she could imagine that the men had caught on--chocolate was full of instant happy feel-good stuff, after all, and if it weren't for her side making it impossible to sit up on her own, she would have dived for the stuff and started munching already. Though, eating right now probably wasn't a good idea until she'd recovered more; she didn't have much of an appetite at the moment, anyway. "Your mom taught you well...thanks, Hek, and, uh...good to see you found your way back..." Really, she hadn't meant to ditch him like that! Wasn't like she had been planning to get so...distracted.

Then Hek went and smiled slyly, which instantly put her on guard. Lifting her right arm, she held the sheet tightly below her chin and eyed him warily--she couldn't punch him when she could hardly keep her eyes open!--and then sighed in relief. That was it. Oh...

"Yeah, don't rub it in..." she muttered, then sighed. "Uh...I don't have anything...just...well, I got my nose broken and my side split. But, I shot the guy that did it," she added with a characteristically smug grin, though she couldn't smile as widely as usual or her lip would probably crack again and her face was bruised. Ow. Anyway, yeah, she'd got the guy! Sure she got hurt...but he was probably way worse off than her with a chest wound and both she and Kuro were alive! Seemed she'd forgotten what Kuro had told her while she'd been losing consciousness.

Hek smiled reassuringly, and Beatrid relaxed more, because it didn't seem like he was up to his usual pervy antics. In fact, he was, indeed, being oddly, well, nice. Kuro was standing watch with his back turned, Hek was being supportive...it was odd, almost, but--

...What the fuck?! Scratch that!

"Yeah, right! You just wanna see my boobs!" Beatrid snapped at Hek's suggestion, eyes narrowed and eyebrows pulled together as she kept a firm hold on the sheet, going rigid. She completely ignored the nickname because, well, that was nothing compared to what he'd just said! Worried about her health, indeed!

No way in hell. Not a chance. She knew good and well how his hands had a tendency to mystically, magically wind up some place inappropriate, and not only that, but him "helping" meant she'd have to lower the sheet, which meant baring her chest for Hek and Kuro both to see! Hah! Like hell! No, she'd rather just tough it out, wait for them both to leave, and toss the sheet over her head to try and change beneath the covers. Which...would probably fail. Because putting on a shirt while laying down? Impossible. Hell, right now putting on a shirt while sitting up was impossibe because she couldn't even sit up on her own, she'd quickly discovered. Whenever she tried, pain exploded through her left side, not to mention that, indeed, she couldn't properly lift her left arm as it stretched the skin along her side.

Then, the rest of what he said suddenly registered. Wait, what? Do whatever she wanted to him? The way he worded it made it sound dirty, and her eyebrow twitched, but...hopefully he didn't mean it like that! Because, maybe she was still kind of loopy, but...an idea had popped into her head--or, rather, an image--and it was such a classic, evil visual that the threat of being groped was almost worth it!

...Besides, he said anything. So if he wasn't careful, she could both kick his ass later and make him do that other thing. Heh.

But, even if she did agree, it still didn't mean he'd get to see anything. Because, like she'd told Kuro, if he saw anything he wouldn't live.

Suddenly smiling, that mental image cheering her up considerably, she nodded suddenly. "...Alright. But...you have to stay behind me. No peeking. You too, Kuro," she added, frowning and biting her lip. She still didn't like this, but...well...she wanted that shirt on, the nurses were busy, so...eh. Besides, if Hek kept his word, he had more to lose in this if he screwed up, really. And she'd seen them both naked today, hadn't she? Hah...she gave another twitch and sighed.

"Seriously. I'll kill you both if I catch you looking. And Hek? Touch a thing and you're in a dress for a day. A pink frilly one. And you have to wear a garter and lace panties. Same for you, Kuro, if you look...after you're dead, of course..." she muttered, still holding the sheet to her chest. "Now...just...help me up and let's get this over with..."

She was probably making a very, very stupid mistake. But...augh. As painful (in more than one way!) as this would be, it was a chance she was willing to take. Hek in a dress would make up for everything.

[Anonymous]

(OOC: I disapprove how you made it seem like Kuro didn't notice Hek entering, Draco.)

Kuro indeed did notice the new guy entering the room while he was browsing the closet, but let it slide since he assumed the fool was only there to visit the injured woman. Kuro listened to the harmless interactions until the man mentioned helping with the sweater. Figures. What really got to Kuro was when Beatrid agreed to it, even if it did sound a bit reluctant. After her threats to both himself and Hek, Kuro approached the bed and threw a quick glance at Hek.
"From where I come, Honor is what is most important in life. If you dare to vandalize a lady's honor in my presence, I will make sure you don't have the hand to do so a second time." Kuro notes coldly as a warning to the other male in the room. Soon after, he reaches towards Beatrid to help lift her into a proper sitting position by picking her up, under her arms.

[Anonymous]

(Okay, so you disapprove of me not power playing your character? Got it… ((Note, I didn’t say anything about Kuro other than him poking around in a closet, which he was doing… I left his reaction of Hek being in the room to you, I just carried on too long for Kuro to stop him from going farther into the room. ^__^))

Ah, only been here for half a day and already the females were assuming he wanted to grab their boobs instead of actually help them...Ah well… That’s what he got when the first impression was him taking a bath and his hand accidentally fell on her boob. The gash on his forehead was worth it, in a slightly odd painful way. Hek listened half to Beatrid and watched Kuro before turning his attention on the wounded soldier. Poor dear, she’d be in that bed for a while, looks like Hek would have to claim a chair and sit down here everyday, later, once they tackled that sweater, he’d bring her a book or something.

“I don’t want to see your boobs, I’ve seen plenty of boobs in my life time and trust me when I say yours aren’t amazing enough for me to just want to stare at your tits.�

When she said her threat, which wasn’t too threatening coming from someone with a sheet pulled to their chin. But, over the few hours he’s known the… Female… she’d probably hold true to her threat. In an odd role reversal Kuros threat was less scary, probably because Hek didn’t know him, and, he looked a little like he got caught in a meat grinder. All Hek did was look at Kuro oddly for a moment before growling and tried to push Kuro back and away from Beatrid when he went to lift her under the arms.

�Are you retarded!? Her side got gashed and you got and lift her under the arms? You’d go for the waist dumb-ass.�

This was growled out and he stood on one side of her bed. An air of ‘OLDER BROTHER’ radiated about him, and he snarled at Kuro not saying anything before putting Beatrids arms on his shoulders and lightly holding her hips from above the white sheet, than did the exact same thing Kuro did, only safer, and with a lower stitch opening rate than lifting her by her arms. As an after though, Hek looked over at Kuro, the lavender side facing the ninja and his eye looking a little too left of Kuros face, and smiled.

�I’ll be afraid of you when you ride a bull, or turn into a woman, keep your threats to yourself… And where I’m from, honor can go do its self and it’s not vandalizing if she likes it…�

The smile, by the end of the sentence was a full fledged grin and he picked up the sweater and went to lean behind Beatrid, making a light ‘ahem’ sound in the process to get her attention if she was glaring at anyone/him/a wall/her side.

((OOC: Sorry for the short post!! *goes off to school*))

[Rhindeer]

Beatrid twitched yet again. Er, well, that was reassuring, she guessed. In an odd way.

Except that now she really didn't want to lower the sheet because he'd just gone and dissed her boobs! Ouch, major ego bruise there, not that she'd let anyone know that because she was a soldier that didn't care what the size of her breasts were like some hussy tavern wench or pseudo-Warrior Woman (oh yes, those types really pissed her off...warrior woman, indeed, except that they were usually half naked; really smart, leaving all the vulnerable bits exposed--not to mention they rarely even knew how to fight; they were just in it to be rescued by some hot buff dude)! Really. Large breasts would get in the way and be impossible to bind, so hah, not to mention the back problems. Nope. Didn't care at all. And it wasn't like she actually wanted anyone drooling over her, anyway, so yes, she liked her modest bust. Still, she couldn't help but glare at Hek--he could have been nicer! She was wounded here, damnit!--and then she shook her head and snorted, still keeping the sheet in place.

"...Good to know," she grumbled as nonchalantly as she could--which wasn't very nonchalantly, considering she grumbled it. Ass.

Then Kuro was suddenly coming over to her bedside.

And Beatrid nearly burst out laughing at what Kuro said, though she somehow toned it down to a few snickers for the sake of her side...though even that still hurt, which cut off her mirth pretty quickly. Something had suddenly clicked in her mind, and, well...oh dear Gods. This was just too funny. Two men. In the same room with a wounded woman. Who was also naked beneath the sheet. Enter the testosterone! Actually, as funny as that revelation was at the moment, she was actually pretty sure it would get annoying very quickly, because if they started getting pumped up and Hek lost a hand and Kuro lost a foot, well, then they'd both be in the infirmary with her and she wouldn't get her damned sweater on until some nurse finally noticed her, though then they'd be too occupied with reattaching Kuro and Hek's severed limbs. If that were even possible, which it wasn't. She didn't think.

Also it was annoying because she'd been called a "lady" ("lady" conjured up images of lacy dresses and laquered nails and painted faces and adorned hair...blech) and that whole vandalizing bit. That...was a new way of putting it. Guess she'd been ruined, then, since a lot of the rookie males were kind of stupid when it came to anything with two legs that was female, and she'd had her ass grabbed and patted quite a few times. Of course, said soldiers always ended up doubled over trying to reinflate their balls, which was always quite satisfying, especially since they never did that again. Quick learners and all. Nah, she was quite capable of warding off the usual bawdy gestures, and as much as it pissed her off, eh, soldiers. Not really the most tactful bunch.

Hek was just lucky in that when he'd groped her, it had supposedly been an accident (eh, she could see it) and he'd busted up his head in the process. Heh, the tub had done her job for her! He'd seemed genuinely sorry, too. Bah...in retrospect, none of the other tactless, wet-behind-the-ears pups had ever apologized. They'd laughed, instead.

All that was quickly wiped from her mind, however, when Kuro came to help her up--by lifting under her arms.

"Shit!" Augh, she'd known sitting up wouldn''t be the most fun, but damn! The funny thing was that it hurt even more than when she'd actually been slashed, because now she didn't have the numbing effects of adrenaline or shock on her side, and her eyes actually began to water most annoyingly as pain blossomed through her body. She'd been to the informary before, but this was by far the worst she'd ever been injured, and suffice to say she never planned on it happening again, damnit! Then, the sharp pain subsided to a dull, aching throb as she once again lay back on the bed, exhaling slowly (so as not to further aggitate the wound) as she realized she'd been holding her breath.

Hek was growling at Kuro, now, and Beatrid reached up with her right hand to quickly swipe at the edges of her eyes. Jeez. Well, there they were, going at it again, though Beatrid was most surprised by Hek's tone--he sounded pissed. She was pretty much used to Kuro trying to defend her, but she'd always just figured that was an honor thing, like he'd said himself--though, honestly, that "honor thing" had kept her alive and, pride or not, she owed him. Hek...well, oddly enough Hek kind of reminded her of an old friend of hers, one of her best friends when she was young. He'd acted similarly when she'd fallen out of a tree and broken her leg, only in that case it had been him blowing up at another guy for trying to help her hop one-leggedly back home while she leaned on him. Instead, he'd just scooped her up and carried her, even though she'd been bull-headed even then and had complained the whole time. She'd never had any brothers--just one older sister--but he'd been like the brother she'd never had.

Until they both went their separate ways. But...stuff happened.

The realization made her blink and relax, even though her side was still enflamed. Hek had grabbed her by accident. He apparently wasn't interested in her boobs. And...well...now that she really thought about it...

He really hadn't been hitting on her, had he? He'd just been joking, hadn't he? Damn...she was so used to all the other idiots that it had become pretty much a trigger reaction for her to just assume that, but now that she really thought about it...maybe he really was just being, well, a guy. That she could definitely deal with; looking back on their fun little bathroom battle, his violin playing, and the fact that he'd been thoughtful and brought her chocolate, he really was the type she could see a friendship in.

Though, that didn't mean that it still didn't hurt when he lifted her up. There was really no easy way to do it, because either way skin and muscle would still be jarred--the only real difference was watching out for the stitches. Beatrid still cursed, grit her teeth, and dug her chewed-down nails into Hek's shoulders as he helped her up, hardly even aware of his hands on her hips. The pain kind of made everything else non-existant, and besides, she was still covered.

Breathing heavily as she was finally sitting up, eyes closed and a little moist--she wasn't crying! Her eyes just watered when shit hurt a lot!--she finally cracked her eyes open when Hek started bantering back, and then she scowled weakly at that last bit, rolling her eyes ceiling-ward.

"Oh yeah...this is making me so hot," she muttered, a little breathlessly as she was still in pain. In case both men didn't catch the sarcasm and think her a masochist or something, she snorted and shook her head. "Yeah, right."

That was when Hek went to stand behind her and "ahemed" at her, and she turned her head a little to look back at him. Right. Sweater. Sighing a little, she nodded. "Right...so, um...how are we gonna do this, exactly...?"

She turned to glance down at the sheet thoughtfully--she could probably still keep it around her and slip the shirt on--but...the sheet was no longer where it was supposed to be, and was instead bunched at her stomach. FUCK! Beatrid actually squeaked--a sound she would forever deny making--as, quick as she could be, she snatched the sheet back up with her good arm and yanked it up to her chin, her face tomato red as whatever blood she had left rushed to her head. Shit! It must have fallen when Hek put her hands on his shoulders and helped her up! She hadn't even thought of that!

Which was why getting the goddamned sweater on would be a really, really good idea. Goddamnit. Maybe they'd been too busy arguing to notice. Yeah. That'd be nice. And if they had noticed and said one word, she would shoot them. Which was why she herself said nothing in a firm effort to pretend it never even happened. Which it hadn't.

[...how the hell did I manage to go on a paragraph long rant about boobs? XDDD It's early, shoot me!]

[Anonymous]

Kuro was about to help get the sweater over Beatrid's head before he stopped and turned his attention to the door. He throws his arm out to the side and twirls a dagger around his hand before catching it in a readied position.
"Someone's here." He notes calmly. Before the others would notice or him to move any closer to the door, the dorr opens and a couple nurses walk into the room. This causes Kuro to lower his arm and hide the blade.
"What on earth are you two doing?! You musn't move the patient." One of the nurses call out to Kuro and Hek.
"She requested to help her put something on. She still needs some assistance in doing so." Kuro continues.
"Well, we're here so we will handle that. You two get out of here in the meantime." The other nurse adds to the ninja and the new guy. Kuro nods his head before reaching over at Hek to grab him by the collar bone to pull him along towards the front door. If he were to struggle or make any sudden movements to get away from Kuro, he would damage himself.

[Anonymous]

By the minutes, Connlaoth was getting worse and worse. First, he gets kidnapped or ‘relocated’ because of his Mordecainess, than he gets bitched at because he was smelly (he had been working in the field since early that morning) and made to take a bath by the very female who was healing on the bed… And now it had slow nurses who were… well, Slow. He’d have to tell Beatrid what he thought of this … place… one day soon, maybe not right now since she was going to get treated by them, but soon… When these nurses were well out of hearing range, just incase he got the beatings from every other Mordecai he managed to piss off. Of course, Hek noticed Kuro freak out about the door opening, it wasn’t that amazing, they were wearing slight heels that clacked on the floor, anyone from down the hall would hear them though with the door closed, Hek didn’t though he was just a boring human with half of a lavender face.

Before Kuro could grab his collar bone (…) he looked back at Beatrid, his brown eye exploring her face for a moment, and smiled slightly at the redness of it. Oh, so she noticed her lack of sheet too? Heh. Hek had, but he didn’t say anything, or look for very long… So, Hek hadn’t seen Kuros pretty knife-twirling skills, but he did hear the door open, thus the nurses enter and bitch. A slight snort and he rubbed his bruised forehead, could he plead in pain and get something wrapped around his head? Probably, but these two looked vicious, and he’d really love to see how differently they got Beatrid into that sweater… Last time he thought, or looked, he was the only country bumpkin without a hospital or healer or nurse or doctor within a days riding range, he was no surgeon, but he knew how to put clothing on wounded people. Usually because he’d been wounded a few times himself and had the experience on which limbs <I>not</I> to move.

�…Well, I’d like to see you put that sweater on her without moving her, and besides <I>I’m</I> not the dumb-ass who was trying to lift her arms.�

Hek replied dryly before Kuro finally had his hand on Hek’s collar bone (do you mean the shoulder right beside the neck..?) he planted his feet and wrapped both hands around Kuros wrist, digging his nails onto either side of the ninjas wrist where his fingers ended up. Hek, having been the one with fingers digging into his own wrist before, knew it didn’t hurt, but it still didn’t feel all that nice, and if he wanted to do a sucker knee to Kuros groin or side, it was wide open. Hek didn’t move, but his gaze was level and he glared at the other male. He didn’t want to start a fight in the infirmary, but he did want Kuro to let go of him. His voice was level and oddly un-Hek like because it was so polite, so that either meant he was mocking Kuro or actually asking nicely… It was probably the first one.

�I would appreciate it if you’d let go of me and never touch me again,� <I>freak</I>.

The last word was left unsaid, but it was clear as day in his right brown eye what Hek-Akiz thought of Kuro the Mordecai ninja who was clearly either a complete mental case or he’d lived in a box for the better part of his life. That one could go either way because living in a box would bring mental instability, and with people in big cities you could never be too sure. Hell, Beatrid even seemed on the edge of sanity, but with people like this here, he could see why. Slow nurses who neglected their patients, really… How can TWO nurses be out of the room at the same time? Fellow soldiers who had the IQ of a tack hammer, and one that jumped at every little thing… Though that last one was kind of funny… Hek would have hours of fun thinking of all the things that move suddenly, like birds.

Really, Hek didn’t want to start a fight, at least, he didn’t want to start a fight in the infirmary, but he didn’t feel like getting grabbed by strangers like a naughty dog and if the nurses decided to bitch at him again so be it. He was the newbie, the one who was allowed to make mistakes because he ‘didn’t know the ropes.’ The only half-decent person he’d found so far was bedridden, which left Hek stranded to either wander on his lone-some or sit beside Miss. Grouchy day after day until she was well enough to walk again and finish that tour she’d started giving him that morning.

Looking quietly and levelly at Kuro for a few moments before moving his foot slightly, he decided he’d rather stay with Beatrid… She was more interesting, even if she’d ditched him to get her ass kicked. Oh well, made her more of a person, which made him remember something. Turning his head slightly, Hek looked at Beatrid from the corner of his eye and smiled reassuringly.

�By the way Beatrid… Congratulations on shooting the bastard, but I think you missed.�

He winked at her, hoping she'd get the little hidden message before turning back to look at Kuro, one eyebrow raised in question about the whole ‘letting go’ thing which he hoped the fellow Mordecai was considering, he never did like being within arms reach of another man.

[Heks' rubbing off on you and you like boobs..?]

[Rhindeer]

Eh? Still flushed, Beatrid's attention turned to Kuro as he whipped out a dagger suddenly and announced that someone was there, and then she blinked and looked toward the door. She could't hear anyone, given the door was shut and all, but she still raised an eyebrow and looked at Kuro oddly. Um...well...this was an infirmary. It was probably just a nurse; Beatrid wasn't expecting any other visitors (and if Drones--er, Yones--showed up, she'd be very sad indeed) and it really wasn't anything unusual for there to be nurses bustling around, making the rounds, even if they seemed to be understaffed, currently. Feh, certainly wasn't like that Reiwhatever guy would pop up. She'd shot him in the chest and the palace was heavily guarded by people with guns and crossbows, so good luck to him to even try setting a foot on the palace grounds. Beatrid wasn't worried, though Kuro sure seemed twitchy and he wasn't even the one who was bedridden.

But before she could make some comment to him, two nurses bustled in and chastised both he and Hek, and Beatrid rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time. Now they decide to pay attention to her! And how were they going to do it differently? They still had to move her, and she was already up and sitting with her back to the headboard. The damage was already done, and...well, she wasn't bleeding all over again, so obviously no stitches had been broken. Hek had been careful, so no damage was literally done, and if it was, she didn't know about it. Her side still ached and throbbed as much as ever, her face still hurt, but that was nothing new, and she could imagine it was going to be like that for a while, so she might as well get used to it.

Not that Beatrid was complaining, because she'd much prefer two women assisting her than two men. Less awkward that way and all, not because it would hurt less but because she didn't have to worry about someone oggling her chest, unless one or both of the women were that way, which still wouldn't bother her as much. Beatrid couldn't help but smirk a little at Hek's comment--right before he was grabbed by Kuro, who tried to haul him out of the room.

Thus, it began. Hek resisted--and rather politely, but then again she didn't know how hard he was digging his nails into Kuro's wrist--and Beatrid groaned loudly, eyes narrowing in annoyance. Males. She was right. Just being in the same room as her, they were probably going to end up brawling and over who knows what. She didn't speak male, so she really had no idea what this current little drama was about--did Kuro have to try and haul Hek out like that? She knew she wouldn't appreciate being manhandled like that; being grabbed like that, and especially when she could walk on her own, would make her slug the other person, and she was surprised Hek hadn't already. Well, she'd seen enough fighting for the day, in any case.

She opened her mouth to speak up, but then a sweater was suddenly over her head, muffling any noises she was about to make and making everything dark for a moment until her head popped through. One nurse helped pull her braid through, helped get her good arm through the sleeve, and then pulled the sweater down. They didn't even touch her left arm, not even attempting to pull it through the sleeve. Instead, it was allowed to remain where it was, tucked beneath the sweater. "There, now. We'll just leave your arm like that; we don't wanna jostle your wound too much, dear, so next time you wait until someone trained comes by to help. I know they're cute, but..." one woman lectured while the other younger one turned around briefly and "ahemed" at Hek and Kuro both, clearly surprised to see they were still there. "What did we tell you two! Shoo!"

If her face weren't so sore, she would have palmed it. Instead, she did her best to ignore it. "Yeah, right. Um, look, thanks, but they can stay." They were her only entertainment here, after all. Hek she rather liked, Kuro she owed. "And..."

Turning her head to finally say what she'd been about to say, she frowned. "Kuro, leave him alone," she ordered firmly, even though she was the one injured and stuff. She even narrowed her eyes, letting him know she did not approve. That just wasn't necessary! "Seriously, just chill. Last I checked he could walk on his own." Besides, he was new. He'd only been there since earlier that day! But he didn't need to be treated like a bad dog. He had already seemed kind of depressed earlier that day, and she imagined it was the culture shock.

And then Hek made his comment.

Beatrid blinked a few times, then suddenly burst out laughing--which was short-lived and quickly regretted, the pain quickly doubling her over and making her grimace. Yeah. She got it, all right. Ahahaha...

Though, it hadn't exactly been smart to say that while he was being clutched by Kuro.

Oi, males.

"Heh heh...why, thanks, Hek," she grinned. What she was saying thanks to, exactly, was open to interpretation.

"Now...think you two can, like...be in the same room together and not kill each other?" she asked suddenly, tilting her head. "The nurses are kinda already understaffed."

[Anonymous]

Kuro's grip on Hek's collar bone tightened as his wrist was viciously gripped. Compared to gun shots and sword slashes, this was a mosquito. With every action, there comes a reaction. Both of them are learning that the hard way at the moment.The nurses disapprove of this new event. Even Beatrid doesn't seem to pleased. Kuro's glare was fully focused on Hek with his comment.
Only Kuro truely knows that Reikoku was not slain by one shot. He knows that even the most vicious of assassins rely on honor. More than likely, Reikoku would feel insulted by Beatrid's move and would come to Connlaoth, seeking revenge on her. With Beatrid injured and Hek around, this would be bad for Kuro. Beatrid was right. They should have finished Reikoku off. Hostle actions with allies only places them in a bad enough distraction for a greater threat.
"I would gladly remove my hand if you remove yours. Your nails pressing against my nerves doesn't help either of us." Kuro notes calmly to the opposing male.

[Anonymous]

Learning things the hard way must have been for Kuro, because Hek already knew the whole ‘With one action comes a reaction.’ Plant a seed and water if a few times, it turns into a plant. It was like magic. Actually that was a lie, it was the plant and some water, and there was no magic. Hek, moved his hand slightly and fidgeted, still being highly uncomfortable with someone’s hand on his neck that he wasn’t all that into in any way shape or form. Of all the people he’s met today, he still doesn’t like Kuro too much, this dark ninja just rubbed Hek the wrong way, probably the way he acted, kind of wasn’t very… Human like.

Hek vaguely heard the nurse telling them to shoo, and than Beatrid saying that she didn’t mind them here, and Kuro to stop. Hek liked the last one best, yes, Kuro, stop killing Heks neck, he needs that, it holds up his head which he breaths and eats and thinks with. At least he’d think with it if he weren’t male. Since he is male, he tends to think with something else…

His fists you morons.

Though, he wasn’t really thinking with his fists now, he wasn’t thinking much at all except about how much he disliked having strange men holding his neck and if this it what it felt like when you were getting violated. Hek would assume so and was going to say something witty and very Hek like before the hand on his collar bone (…?) tightened and he moved forward slightly, because he liked his neck and didn’t feel like getting it ripped off by someone he certainly wouldn’t want to die by. In response, he tightened his grip on Kuros wrist and than after digging his fingers in one last time he let go and glared back at the creature which happened to be Kuro.

�My nails were on your skin; my fingers were digging into your tendons, which is apparently the reason why you couldn’t let go first. Try and pull me anywhere instead of letting go and I’ll kick you in the nuts, you may seem invincible, but if you’re normal you won’t have testicles of steel.�

It wasn’t a threat it was a statement from one male to another that Hek was a dirty fighter, he knew it, and he wasn’t afraid to use those dirty fighting skills if he chose too. They way he saw it, if he could find a way to win a fight without getting anyone hurt but himself, good on him. If he has to fight dirty to do so, who cares? He didn’t. He did believe in plain honor though, don’t kill women unless they’ve stabbed you already, or children, or pregnant women, or defenseless men. Hek didn’t like killing period.

While waiting for Kuro to let go of his precious neck he had heard the nurses talk to Beatrid, telling her to get some rest and ignore the two hooligans because they were grown men and could keep care of them selves. The nurses also decided to glare at the two males, the younger one giving them both measuring looks, her eyes lingering a few moments longer on Kuro before talking to them.

�Don’t disturb the patient while she rests, she needs quiet and I expect you <I>both</I> to be grown up enough not to act like the children you are acting like now. I trust neither of you will move her and if she needs anymore help to come find one of us, we’ll be in this wing and check back on her later.�

Her tone was no non-sense and matter of fact before they both walked out of the room. Hek of course, being Hek, watched their bottoms as they left. This was when he gave a measuring look to Kuro and hooked his thumbs in his breeches pockets. End of round one, but who’d end up as the Alpha male, because they were both certainly competing for it.

[Rhindeer]

God! Okay, that was all cute at first, but now this was just getting <I>annoying. Beatrid grit her teeth and clenched her fists in the bedsheets as Kuro decided to be a stubborn bastard and keep his grip on Hek, and visa versa. From where she was, it just looked like Hek was gripping Kuro's wrist to relieve some of the pressure--but all the same, grabbing someone near the neck was far worse than grabbing someone's wrist...just because that tended to be a more delicate, sensitive area with a lot of nerves that got quite angry when mistreated. Granted, he didn't actually have him by the neck but by the collar bone instead, but it still looked painful--a lot more so than getting your wrist grabbed. Mainly because she didn't even think that was even possible...ow. Which meant Kuro had to be holding on pretty tightly to be able to do that. Nope, Beatrid didn't like this one bit, and it was really starting to grate on her nerves. Next thing she knew, Hek would get sick of that and kick Kuro, and then it would just escalate from there.

"Kuro, goddamnit, let go!" she growled this time, her voice far sharper. "You grabbed him first! The rule is whoever grabs first lets go first. Shit, man!" Not that there were any rules or anything, but that was generally the unspoken law as ar as she knew. Anyway, if she could have, she would have gotten up and broken them up herself. Males! God! Did they always have to act so damned stupid? Whatever the case was, she wasn't impressed, and Kuro should have certainly known better. Picking on a new guy in an infirmary, for fuck's sake (though, eh, she supposed it was the best place people could fight, given they could get immediate medical attention)! And hell, wasn't like what he'd said was that</I> bad...frankly, Beatrid was surprised Kuro had hauled her back here before she bled to death. After all, she had basically told him to go drown himself. Er...yeah. She supposed she was lucky, there. Heh.

Then Hek let go, and Beatrid snorted at the "testacles of steel" comment--she did not want to know--before continuing to glare levelly at Kuro, waiting for him to let go. Sure, she'd slapped Hek upside the head a few times and wanted to knee him in the groin a few times, but it was okay when she did it. Because, uh...punching someone wasn't as bad? Well, it was more orthodox, in any case. Yeah, she'd just tell herself that where it suited her, heh. Besides, she'd had valid reasons! She didn't go violent on people unless they touched her in places she didn't want to be touched. Words were another thing--she didn't smack people over words, because she had a sharp tongue and could hold her own. Basically, she matched it all up--words for words and physical contact for physical contact! Made sense to her. Well, okay, so she did sometimes smack people if they made a comment about her boobs or ass. But that was different.

Beatrid turned her glare on the two nurses when they told her to ignore them. Rest? Get some rest? She was not going to rest until those two knocked it off! She'd taken it upon herself to take the new guy under her wing and he gave he chocolate! Thus, he couldn't be allowed to get beat up by anyone (but her when he needed it). Yeah, yeah, so she felt kind of protective of him in an odd, sisterly way all of a sudden...even if she didn't know him all that long, well, hells, they seemed to share a lot of the same opinions on certain subjects. Really, they needed to stick together--maybe she wouldn't go completely batshit insane.

She did, however, agree with the rest of what was said by the nurses, and the look she shot Kuro and Hek showed it...which meant she also saw the way Hek watched their bottoms. No surprise there. Even when his collar bone was being dug into he still had time to watch some girl's butt.

...Males...

Sighing, Beatrid looked over at Kuro, since Hek had already let go. "Are you <I>done yet? You're giving me a fucking headache. You guys aren't cavemen, so cut the crap." Heh...that was a funny visual there, actually. Scary thing was she could actually see it. A little grin formed on her lips, and she leaned back against the pillows, wincing. "If you wanna stay, you gotta play nice and unbastardly. Last thing I need's a headache. Alright? Damn..."