[ 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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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. ]