[Send a symbol and my muse will show up in your’s house at 3AM…] ☤ – with a large, bleeding wound

britishhsdetectivehakuba:

moonlightmajutsushi:

Wait… when did I… get here?

The thief blinked as he stared at the horse insignia on the door in front of him. A torn and tattered cape blew around weakly in the wind, and his suit was looking a bit worse for the wear itself, with much of the right half dyed scarlet. He twisted his body to look back the way he came from, wincing as his arm sent out a wave of pain. Glider, falling, hurt…. nothing much was coming to mind about the specifics or what had happened afterward, but he knew he was currently standing in front of Hakuba’s house with a bleeding and, very likely, broken arm.

Kid slowly faced the door again and almost considered just going off to find a pay phone to call Jii. But the feeling of something warm trailing down his arm told him that, the sooner he could get help, the better.

Sighing, he knocked firmly on the door with his left hand, hoping that the detective wouldn’t be too angry at getting a late night visitor….

Hakuba reached into the little tray on the table and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it and a flame shot from the top. He held the needle over it until it turned a little black. He then dipped it in the sanitizer, rubbing it gently with his gloved fingers until the black was gone. He grabbed the ice pack he’d brought with him and placed it against his arm, out of the way but in an area it would help numb his arm some, and slow the bleeding.

“Hold this here.” His hands instantly went to the gauze when he grabbed it and he slowly and carefully peeled it back. He placed it inside the tray he’d had KID use for the blood and grabbed some medical string for the stitches. He threaded the needle and then used another gauze to wipe up the blood that had gathered, being as gentle as he could.

Hakuba waited a few moments to let the ice pack get to work, but it would most likely still hurt either way. He used his left hand to gently pinch the skin together, so he could stitch it better, and got to work. The needle moving smoothing in and out of his skin as he sewed up the wound. Every few stitches he would pull on the needle to make sure it was tight, and then grab some new gauze, tab it with Polysporn and gently wipe the stitches, to keep it clean and from getting infected.

It took fourteen stitches before he was done. He then used the scissors to cut the string and then tied it, making sure it was tight to keep any more blood from escaping. He then placed the needle down and reached for the gauze, putting a nice helping of Polysporn and rubbing alcohol on it before placing it over the stitched wound. He then grabbed the bandages and started to wrap his arm, making sure it was tight, but not tight enough to cut off blood flow.

Once he was finished he removed the medical gloves and leaned back against the counter. The shock of KID being wounded and necessity of helping him was gone, and his mysophobia panic was starting to rise. He’d have to have a shower, just in case he got any blood on him There was no telling what else he could have gotten from touching the thief so freely. Not many people realized just how many bacteria and other things humans carried and transferred with a mere touch.

“Change the bandage every day, if you notice any swelling, or white puss leaking from the wound, go to a doctor immediately.” He slid on his other gloves and tossed him a bottle of pain killers.