"Wait here, I've got a good first-aid kit..." He gulps the last of his own drink, stands, and fetches a sizable box from the bathroom. Ichi can hear the weight of the thing when it gently clanks onto the tabletop. Naturally it contains, in addition to the usual things, local anesthetic and needles and thread, tweezers for picking out bullets or other foreign objects, and an eclectic assortment of Chinese herbs and ointments. He has duplicate kits hidden away in his other apartments as well as the Sanctum. There is the sound of rummaging, small noises hinting at the odd contents. "I can give you something to take along and put on it periodically, to prevent infection. The sooner you heal, the sooner you can teach me more."
Bandages and a small bottle are pressed lightly into Ichi's hand. "Ah... the cap is a twist-off..." It occurs to him belatedly how foreign that might be.
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Date: 2009-10-16 02:37 pm (UTC)Bandages and a small bottle are pressed lightly into Ichi's hand. "Ah... the cap is a twist-off..." It occurs to him belatedly how foreign that might be.