[ They say that seeing is believing. Hiyori wonders if that might be what's unfolding before him. Even if it's not, he doesn't doubt the significance that the card would hold to Komaeda. It was undeniable proof of the Ultimate Surgeon, who had otherwise been erased from the school's memory, who they had yet to find another worthy of taking the title of. It was the final proof of the good and bad days that he had spent there... It was true, he had been a different person then. It wouldn't be wrong to call those his hopeful years, dotted with despair, and the turning point in his life despite all its flaws.
Is it alright to let him take it and risk losing it, when it was his only concrete proof of his own existence? If it was lost to time, then he would truly lose his identity. Perhaps that was fine, if his hopes were misplaced here then it would be what he deserved. Hiyori leans forward. His vision is starting to blur now. He might topple over at any moment.
It'll be fine. He'll survive this, and he'll watch for a little while longer before he makes his choice. But he will make one... He wonders if Komaeda would be happy to hear that? Just a little shock to the system, just dozens of reminders, just a look into the person that he used to be. The doorbell rings and shakes him out o fhis fractured thoughts, and he can only look on as Komaeda goes to the door. The Ultimate Nurse, was it...? Well, he can guide her if needed... Ah, how would she react? He's sure it'll be a funny face, just as Namida would... He'll have to try and stay conscious for that, at least.
They can talk later. ]
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his vacation is just going to be sleeping on the couch but that's okay that's what he needs
[ It's not what he was expecting, but it's an equally entertaining result. If he's bothered by it in any sense of the word, it doesn't show on his face. If anything, there's a faint look of disappointment. These are the types of people they replaced himself and Namida with, hm? How embarrassing for them. But the ruckus does give him enough sense of mind to check his phone... Had she ever gotten back to him? He coughs. ]
Ah... Careful now, you can't embarrass yourself in front of your patients like that. They'll think you're going to be equally clumsy with their care, and it'll make it hard to build up trust.
[ It comes out slowly, with a hint of pain, but it's clinical all the same. It's the voice of a person who is used to such acts. He's dealt with women like this before, and coworkers of both genders who played games while on the job... Well, unless it was a genuine accident. He doubts it though, no more than when somebody would "accidentally" fall against him, or "accidentally" have their skirt up their ass, or any of the other little "accidents."
But he means well, of course; he's older than her, and has been in the field longer, so those little tidbits were necessary guidance. He'd gotten the same advice himself. You couldn't be clumsy, nor cry, nor embarrass yourself in front of those you were treating. He sets the phone down and takes up a bottle of salve himself to make his point, unscrewing the cap on it before hearing the door open again moments later, followed by a quick set of steps that stop abruptly in a door where a green haired woman stands.
She takes in the scene quickly, pushing her glasses up - from Hiyori bleeding out on the floor, to a teenage boy covered in blood, to a girl with her legs spread, and she's not quite sure which point to start with... But seeing as only one of them is bleeding out, and only one of them is her coworker, she decides to start by walking over and kneel down beside him, immediately yanking that medical kit from him and that salve out of his hands. ]
H-Hiyori-kun!? Wh-what happened!? Who are these two? What are they doing here!? N-n-no, nevermind, that's not important...! Wh-why didn't you call 119?
[ Ah, this was the other consequence of embarrassing yourself in front of your patient... Somebody else would inevitably steal your limelight... Ah, see, getting screamed at for not going to a hospital, he feels safer already. She must not have heard all the background noise, otherwise she no doubt would have ages ago. ]
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he really did... are we sure that komaeda's actual goal here wasn't just to force him to use his pto
[ Namida nods in agreement with her assessment. She offers a gentle smile, though there's a hint of sadness behind it. Fortunately, if Hiyori seemed to be a little too busy bleeding out to use any tact, she is not. ]
Tsumiki-san, please don't worry. Hiyori-san and and I didn't see anything except a wonderful nurse tending to him. Thank you for your assistance.
[ Her voice is calm and soothing, almost maternal, as one would expect of a doctor who was at the top of her field - as with Hiyori, it's not at all difficult to believe that she was an Ultimate at Hope's Peak. It's professional and serious, and so unlike the tone she used with others in private. Hiyori's blank gaze remains forward as she starts cutting through the fabric of his shirt with a pair of scissors. She was limited on what she could do here and now, but this was at least a start. It's completely stuck to him - there was so much blood, and she whispers soothing words to him. ]
Hm? Ah... No... I still need to fix Komaeda-kun's stitches... He tore them out again... I just fixed him...
[ The words come out slower and fainter than ever, and it's enough to tell anyone that he doesn't have much time left. Even so, while Namida doesn't pause in her work, she does flick her eyes up briefly. Namida and Harai were both aware that Nagito Komaeda was his patient, and apparently a troublesome one at that - a troublesome one that he had a completely inappropriate relationship with, which might explain all of this.
Still, that concerns her. Hiyori was thorough in his work, and it was dangerous for a patient to start ripping at their works. Moreover, she can tell just by looking at Komaeda how frail he is. ]
Would you check to see if Komaeda-kun needs treatment as well, Tsumiki-san? If we can give first aid now, then as he said, the medics will be able to care for both of them after.
[ The words remain kind, but her voice suggests that she's willing to check herself if it proves to be too difficult. Hiyori was, for better or worse, currently going to be a much more compliant patient. ]
[ Namida clears her throat at Komaeda's objections. Has she dealt with situations like this before, or was it just a result of being an Ultimate herself? As with Hiyori and Harai, she did well during her time, and her skills had only improved since those days. Regardless, despite the complete insanity of the situation before her, she finishes with cutting off his shirt. She frowns as she considers the depth of that injury. It was a small miracle that he hadn't pierced a lung. ]
Komaeda-kun, you have three experts in this room. You should have more faith in us.
[ Regardless of the fact that one of them was on the verge of death, and the terror that instills in her. Hiyori's capacity to only prioritize his own self-preservation and his obligations as a professional are truly impressive. There's a steady resolve to those words. Namida has quite a bit of patience, but it takes everything in her not to say that they've both caused enough issues for everyone today, and she herself is on the verge of tears trying to wipe off some of the blood and attend to the injury as best she can. How long had he been left like this...?
She considers for a moment, trying to remember what she's been told about this patient. Hiyori, she's sure, would justify it as their being coworkers and for her willingness and need to cover his patients should he be out of commission. Regardless, Namida knows enough to try and put her thumb on the scale. ]
Did Hiyori-san tell you that we went to the same school? We've worked together since then, so I hope you can trust my judgment.
[ This is, in fact, the nicest way possible of saying you have caused Tsumiki and I enough trouble. However, realizing that's a little harsh, in a softer tone she adds, ]
... I'm sure you'll be released quickly, okay? I want to see you home safe as quickly as possible too.
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he's going to have soooooo much work to do when he gets back i'm crying
[ Namida is far from an aggressive person, but her tone gains a harsh edge as she says: ]
Don't you think you've caused enough problems for one day?
[ She sighs and shakes her head, biting her lip. Perhaps, she thinks, she should call the authorities and let them deal withi him instead. She suspects they'll be called regardless, but then Hiyori will no doubt see to it that it's covered up quietly. But as he's out like this, Komaeda will have tried to murder one of the top ranking officials of ASUNARO. It hadn't taken her long at all to piece it together. Why, she can't imagine, though she knows he's prone to violent mood swings.
She shakes her head again. As with Hiyori, she understands that it's her job to be more collected than this; it does no one any good for their doctor to lose their patience and start snapping. It would only encourage the poor behavior.
But Hiyori is bleeding out before her, and she can only imagine what an issue it might cause if one of his patients needed him. He had been on call. There was so much she would need to handle now... But that wasn't present company's problem. They were allowed to be bored. With that in mind, she nudges through the kit to find that Hiyori has sedatives hidden in there, as expected.
She shakes her head again. She was far kinder than Hiyori, but also far more emotional. She struggled with keeping her calm, unlike Hiyori, and she lacked Harai's commanding presence. She wishes one of them could aid her. ]
... Please, Komaeda-kun. You and Hiyori-san have needlessly dragged poor Tsumiki-san into your mess.
[ Which is to say nothing of Hiyori's condition. It bothers her to see such a young girl dragged into the middle of a crime scene in a strange man's house. It bothers her even more to be pushing this burden onto somebody so young... Namida sees so much of herself in the younger girl, too, enough that it aches to see her treated so disrespectfully. ]
Neither you nor your classmate need the entertainment that will come from running out looking like a person leaving a crime scene.
[ So, you know, exactly what he'd be doing. ]
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he's great at both his jobs, that's why they keep him around, and also his patients love him
[ Those words are gentle once more, and she manages a small smile. It is, too. ]
Tsumiki-san, I'm sorry to trouble you further, but could you please watch Hiyori-shan for a moment?
[ She's already done what she could, using treatments that few could afford to stem the bleeding and encourage repair, dressed it up as well as she could - though it would need to be redone in moments, and Namida thinks it best to put her faith in another. For the moment, her patient is still breathing, though he shows no sign of regaining awareness. Even if he did, she doesn't imagine he would even have the strength to twitch his fingers.
Namida has been counting the seconds. They would be here in less than a minute, or perhaps two. She gets to her feet, tugging the gloves off and tucking them in a pocket. She'll stop Komaeda by placing a hand on his shoulder - ]
Komaeda-kun. I need you to listen.
[ - gingerly spin him around, and look directly in his eyes. There's an unshakable resolve in that gaze. ]
Hiyori-kun's patients are my patients. If he's not able to care for you, then it falls to me to cover for him.
[ Her smile widens a little. Her expression is always a little shaky, as though she's not sure how to be anything aside from melancholy. ]
Especially not when you were the one who found him... [ Especially because he's responsible for it. ] I'll make sure you're both taken care of.
[ She lets go after that, knowing that in a few seconds they'd be interrupted. ]
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NOOO HE'S NOT LOSING ANY PATIENTS... PERMANENTLY...
He hit the nail on the head there. Namida loves her patients, too, and she wants nothing more to care for them. Her form of love was tending to people's needs. It could have been seen as the same as Hiyori, but it wasn't, because she never involved herself with them personally. She kept everyone at an arm's length at all times because however much she wanted them to stay, however much she didn't want their treatments to end, they always would. They always left, and each time there's heartbreak mixed in with the joy and relief of their recovery.
It shouldn't be that way, and she knows it shouldn't. She should feel joy, but instead she laments it each and every time she cures somebody fully. Namida doesn't want them to die, and she doesn't want them to love her, she just wants to keep them by her side. She wants a doll, one that she can keep without loving or being loved by, but it was too lonely to keep an inanimate object. It's why she prefers the research side of the medical field, and has increasingly dedicated herself to that. It was so much easier to develop treatments that would save others if only she didn't have to see it.
Hiyori loved too strongly, and his love was always sick. It was sick, and he did nothing to stop himself. ]
... Harai and I will deal with Hiyori-san for you, too. We'll find you somebody who will treat you better, but for now I'll be taking his place.
[ Her voice softens now, and there's a quiet apology to it, the frustration bleeding out all at once. That look doesn't change, though. Truthfully, neither of them had realized how young and frail he was; Namida was able to cover for Hiyori at any given time, but most of what she had was based on what Hiyori had said. He hadn't painted quite the right picture. But looking at him up close like this... What he'd done is inexcusable, but he's just a child.
That would be part of taking care of Komaeda. She places her hand on his shoulder for just a moment more. She'd like to pull him into her arms and hold him tight, but he's no doubt had enough fondling, and so she sticks to this small gesture - just a small reminder that she was on his side.
She'd like to say more, would like to apologize, people are already filing in and looking to interrupt her, so she fixes her smile. ]
I'm going to go talk to them now, okay? Make sure you let them look at you properly.
[ She pushes her glasses up again and steps away without waiting for a response, preparing to flag down the officer she knows has the closest connection with them. ]
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it's so insane but you know what sometimes u just gotta get forced to take a vacation
Is it alright to let him take it and risk losing it, when it was his only concrete proof of his own existence? If it was lost to time, then he would truly lose his identity. Perhaps that was fine, if his hopes were misplaced here then it would be what he deserved. Hiyori leans forward. His vision is starting to blur now. He might topple over at any moment.
It'll be fine. He'll survive this, and he'll watch for a little while longer before he makes his choice. But he will make one... He wonders if Komaeda would be happy to hear that? Just a little shock to the system, just dozens of reminders, just a look into the person that he used to be. The doorbell rings and shakes him out o fhis fractured thoughts, and he can only look on as Komaeda goes to the door. The Ultimate Nurse, was it...? Well, he can guide her if needed... Ah, how would she react? He's sure it'll be a funny face, just as Namida would... He'll have to try and stay conscious for that, at least.
They can talk later. ]
his vacation is just going to be sleeping on the couch but that's okay that's what he needs
Ah... Careful now, you can't embarrass yourself in front of your patients like that. They'll think you're going to be equally clumsy with their care, and it'll make it hard to build up trust.
[ It comes out slowly, with a hint of pain, but it's clinical all the same. It's the voice of a person who is used to such acts. He's dealt with women like this before, and coworkers of both genders who played games while on the job... Well, unless it was a genuine accident. He doubts it though, no more than when somebody would "accidentally" fall against him, or "accidentally" have their skirt up their ass, or any of the other little "accidents."
But he means well, of course; he's older than her, and has been in the field longer, so those little tidbits were necessary guidance. He'd gotten the same advice himself. You couldn't be clumsy, nor cry, nor embarrass yourself in front of those you were treating. He sets the phone down and takes up a bottle of salve himself to make his point, unscrewing the cap on it before hearing the door open again moments later, followed by a quick set of steps that stop abruptly in a door where a green haired woman stands.
She takes in the scene quickly, pushing her glasses up - from Hiyori bleeding out on the floor, to a teenage boy covered in blood, to a girl with her legs spread, and she's not quite sure which point to start with... But seeing as only one of them is bleeding out, and only one of them is her coworker, she decides to start by walking over and kneel down beside him, immediately yanking that medical kit from him and that salve out of his hands. ]
H-Hiyori-kun!? Wh-what happened!? Who are these two? What are they doing here!? N-n-no, nevermind, that's not important...! Wh-why didn't you call 119?
[ Ah, this was the other consequence of embarrassing yourself in front of your patient... Somebody else would inevitably steal your limelight... Ah, see, getting screamed at for not going to a hospital, he feels safer already. She must not have heard all the background noise, otherwise she no doubt would have ages ago. ]
he really did... are we sure that komaeda's actual goal here wasn't just to force him to use his pto
Tsumiki-san, please don't worry. Hiyori-san and and I didn't see anything except a wonderful nurse tending to him. Thank you for your assistance.
[ Her voice is calm and soothing, almost maternal, as one would expect of a doctor who was at the top of her field - as with Hiyori, it's not at all difficult to believe that she was an Ultimate at Hope's Peak. It's professional and serious, and so unlike the tone she used with others in private. Hiyori's blank gaze remains forward as she starts cutting through the fabric of his shirt with a pair of scissors. She was limited on what she could do here and now, but this was at least a start. It's completely stuck to him - there was so much blood, and she whispers soothing words to him. ]
Hm? Ah... No... I still need to fix Komaeda-kun's stitches... He tore them out again... I just fixed him...
[ The words come out slower and fainter than ever, and it's enough to tell anyone that he doesn't have much time left. Even so, while Namida doesn't pause in her work, she does flick her eyes up briefly. Namida and Harai were both aware that Nagito Komaeda was his patient, and apparently a troublesome one at that - a troublesome one that he had a completely inappropriate relationship with, which might explain all of this.
Still, that concerns her. Hiyori was thorough in his work, and it was dangerous for a patient to start ripping at their works. Moreover, she can tell just by looking at Komaeda how frail he is. ]
Would you check to see if Komaeda-kun needs treatment as well, Tsumiki-san? If we can give first aid now, then as he said, the medics will be able to care for both of them after.
[ The words remain kind, but her voice suggests that she's willing to check herself if it proves to be too difficult. Hiyori was, for better or worse, currently going to be a much more compliant patient. ]
he's taken like one day off so probably a lot
[ Namida clears her throat at Komaeda's objections. Has she dealt with situations like this before, or was it just a result of being an Ultimate herself? As with Hiyori and Harai, she did well during her time, and her skills had only improved since those days. Regardless, despite the complete insanity of the situation before her, she finishes with cutting off his shirt. She frowns as she considers the depth of that injury. It was a small miracle that he hadn't pierced a lung. ]
Komaeda-kun, you have three experts in this room. You should have more faith in us.
[ Regardless of the fact that one of them was on the verge of death, and the terror that instills in her. Hiyori's capacity to only prioritize his own self-preservation and his obligations as a professional are truly impressive. There's a steady resolve to those words. Namida has quite a bit of patience, but it takes everything in her not to say that they've both caused enough issues for everyone today, and she herself is on the verge of tears trying to wipe off some of the blood and attend to the injury as best she can. How long had he been left like this...?
She considers for a moment, trying to remember what she's been told about this patient. Hiyori, she's sure, would justify it as their being coworkers and for her willingness and need to cover his patients should he be out of commission. Regardless, Namida knows enough to try and put her thumb on the scale. ]
Did Hiyori-san tell you that we went to the same school? We've worked together since then, so I hope you can trust my judgment.
[ This is, in fact, the nicest way possible of saying you have caused Tsumiki and I enough trouble. However, realizing that's a little harsh, in a softer tone she adds, ]
... I'm sure you'll be released quickly, okay? I want to see you home safe as quickly as possible too.
he's going to have soooooo much work to do when he gets back i'm crying
Don't you think you've caused enough problems for one day?
[ She sighs and shakes her head, biting her lip. Perhaps, she thinks, she should call the authorities and let them deal withi him instead. She suspects they'll be called regardless, but then Hiyori will no doubt see to it that it's covered up quietly. But as he's out like this, Komaeda will have tried to murder one of the top ranking officials of ASUNARO. It hadn't taken her long at all to piece it together. Why, she can't imagine, though she knows he's prone to violent mood swings.
She shakes her head again. As with Hiyori, she understands that it's her job to be more collected than this; it does no one any good for their doctor to lose their patience and start snapping. It would only encourage the poor behavior.
But Hiyori is bleeding out before her, and she can only imagine what an issue it might cause if one of his patients needed him. He had been on call. There was so much she would need to handle now... But that wasn't present company's problem. They were allowed to be bored. With that in mind, she nudges through the kit to find that Hiyori has sedatives hidden in there, as expected.
She shakes her head again. She was far kinder than Hiyori, but also far more emotional. She struggled with keeping her calm, unlike Hiyori, and she lacked Harai's commanding presence. She wishes one of them could aid her. ]
... Please, Komaeda-kun. You and Hiyori-san have needlessly dragged poor Tsumiki-san into your mess.
[ Which is to say nothing of Hiyori's condition. It bothers her to see such a young girl dragged into the middle of a crime scene in a strange man's house. It bothers her even more to be pushing this burden onto somebody so young... Namida sees so much of herself in the younger girl, too, enough that it aches to see her treated so disrespectfully. ]
Neither you nor your classmate need the entertainment that will come from running out looking like a person leaving a crime scene.
[ So, you know, exactly what he'd be doing. ]
he's great at both his jobs, that's why they keep him around, and also his patients love him
[ Those words are gentle once more, and she manages a small smile. It is, too. ]
Tsumiki-san, I'm sorry to trouble you further, but could you please watch Hiyori-shan for a moment?
[ She's already done what she could, using treatments that few could afford to stem the bleeding and encourage repair, dressed it up as well as she could - though it would need to be redone in moments, and Namida thinks it best to put her faith in another. For the moment, her patient is still breathing, though he shows no sign of regaining awareness. Even if he did, she doesn't imagine he would even have the strength to twitch his fingers.
Namida has been counting the seconds. They would be here in less than a minute, or perhaps two. She gets to her feet, tugging the gloves off and tucking them in a pocket. She'll stop Komaeda by placing a hand on his shoulder - ]
Komaeda-kun. I need you to listen.
[ - gingerly spin him around, and look directly in his eyes. There's an unshakable resolve in that gaze. ]
Hiyori-kun's patients are my patients. If he's not able to care for you, then it falls to me to cover for him.
[ Her smile widens a little. Her expression is always a little shaky, as though she's not sure how to be anything aside from melancholy. ]
Especially not when you were the one who found him... [ Especially because he's responsible for it. ] I'll make sure you're both taken care of.
[ She lets go after that, knowing that in a few seconds they'd be interrupted. ]
NOOO HE'S NOT LOSING ANY PATIENTS... PERMANENTLY...
He hit the nail on the head there. Namida loves her patients, too, and she wants nothing more to care for them. Her form of love was tending to people's needs. It could have been seen as the same as Hiyori, but it wasn't, because she never involved herself with them personally. She kept everyone at an arm's length at all times because however much she wanted them to stay, however much she didn't want their treatments to end, they always would. They always left, and each time there's heartbreak mixed in with the joy and relief of their recovery.
It shouldn't be that way, and she knows it shouldn't. She should feel joy, but instead she laments it each and every time she cures somebody fully. Namida doesn't want them to die, and she doesn't want them to love her, she just wants to keep them by her side. She wants a doll, one that she can keep without loving or being loved by, but it was too lonely to keep an inanimate object. It's why she prefers the research side of the medical field, and has increasingly dedicated herself to that. It was so much easier to develop treatments that would save others if only she didn't have to see it.
Hiyori loved too strongly, and his love was always sick. It was sick, and he did nothing to stop himself. ]
... Harai and I will deal with Hiyori-san for you, too. We'll find you somebody who will treat you better, but for now I'll be taking his place.
[ Her voice softens now, and there's a quiet apology to it, the frustration bleeding out all at once. That look doesn't change, though. Truthfully, neither of them had realized how young and frail he was; Namida was able to cover for Hiyori at any given time, but most of what she had was based on what Hiyori had said. He hadn't painted quite the right picture. But looking at him up close like this... What he'd done is inexcusable, but he's just a child.
That would be part of taking care of Komaeda. She places her hand on his shoulder for just a moment more. She'd like to pull him into her arms and hold him tight, but he's no doubt had enough fondling, and so she sticks to this small gesture - just a small reminder that she was on his side.
She'd like to say more, would like to apologize, people are already filing in and looking to interrupt her, so she fixes her smile. ]
I'm going to go talk to them now, okay? Make sure you let them look at you properly.
[ She pushes her glasses up again and steps away without waiting for a response, preparing to flag down the officer she knows has the closest connection with them. ]