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[Red appears to be his normal self, nothing off about him at all! He looks a bit uneasy as he heads down a hallway near the more populated areas, but other than that, everything's the same as always.

A few halls away, something vaguely resembling Red is shuffling along, head down. He looks emaciated, all pasty skin and bone, with tangled hair falling to his ears instead of his shoulders. He doesn't have a shirt on, just a pair of pants torn off at the knee, which gives off a full view of the complete mess he is. Thick, messily done stitches stretch over sluggishly bleeding incisions all over his front and back, and a hole in the crook of his arm is leaking something an acidic green.]

(ooc: I give you the aspect removed from Red: the experiments.)

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[The look on her face is slightly disbelieving. She understands why he's saying that, but she wasn't expecting it, and she can't believe he would think she'd actually leave.]

Open wounds on someone I care about makes me uncomfortable. I know you'd be okay, Red. Let me fix them anyway.

[He just shoots her a bemused look and goes quiet again. He might as well just let her go to it.]

[What's with the face? Of course she's going to help him, it's Riku. She nods her head toward the counter.]

Sit down?

[He does so obediently, slouching before realizing that would just make things difficult. There's no sign that the movements hurt at all on his face, and thankfully the wounds don't seem to be getting any worse.]

[She'll let go of his hand now, but only because she has to, and then she's pulling down scissors and other things to remove the bad stitches, and antibiotics and bandages. Before anything she's picking up a cloth and taking hold of his arm. What is that stuff?]

[It doesn't smell like anything, but it's thick and doesn't move like blood. A closer look at where it's leaking out will reveal that his veins in the immediate area have the same tinge to them.]

[She's frowning hard at whatever that is, and turns his arm over a little to look at it better before she starts to clean it up. She's not asking what it is. She's not asking where any of these came from or what their purpose was. Just thinking about it makes her angry.]

[Good, because he wouldn't tell her even if she did ask. He doesn't move, though it continues to ooze slightly once it's all been wiped away.]

[She scowls at it, and immediately grabs the bandages to wrap his arm up. It's not dangerous to her, right? She's trying not to touch it, but her priority is getting him fixed up.]

Can you turn pain off?

[It's probably not harmful as long as she washes her hands fast enough! Um. Red lets out a hoarse noise that's probably a chuckle.]

I can't feel anything at all.

[That's comforting, and by that I mean now Riku looks even more unhappy with this situation. It's good that he can't feel the pain from all of this, but it's also... a bad sign.]

Who are you?

[He's quiet as he considers the question. At first it's almost like he didn't hear it at all, with the lack of reaction.]

The results of the good doctor's work, I think.

[She doesn't even have a real response for that. She stares at him for a long time, then simply finishes wrapping up his arm so she can move on to something else.]

Will it bother you if I redo those stitches?

[It only takes a minute or so before the bandages on his arm are starting to stain through with the slow-seeping green. He doesn't seem to notice.]

Go ahead.

[She washes her hands and picks up the scissors and alcohol, wiping those down. He may not get an infection, but she doesn't want to risk it, and she'll hand him a pad with alcohol to do the same.]

Clean them, then. And... I guess you can lie down on the counter, it might be easier. Or we can move somewhere.

[He shrugs and takes the pad, moving to clean the wounds without much caution. He doesn't see any reason to move elsewhere, the counter will be decent enough.]

[It's up to him, really. She just wants him... well not comfortable, nothing can make him comfortable, she thinks.]

Do I need to... know anything? Not touch anything?

I doubt you'll manage to fuck anything up.

[She'd have to be actively trying to hurt him in order to mess up, really.]

I'll do my best.

[She has some experience sewing up wounds. She's more worried about removing the stitches, this time around. Once everything's clean she motions for him to move wherever he wants to do this.]

[He moves slowly and shifts around until he's settled in a vaguely comfortable position that will still allow Riku access to everything clearly. It's a good thing he can't feel anything right now, seeing as he does have some wounds on his back as well.]

[She doesn't even know about those, and will be horrified when she finds out. As soon as he seems ready she takes in a deep breath and then gets to work. She's starting with the big Y-shape first, to get it over with. She doesn't want to do this.]

[The old stitches are done with twine that doesn't have any place being used for something like this, and pull at the skin when removed. He stares at the ceiling as she works, expressionless. It's a good thing he can't feel what she's doing.]

[She's being as gentle and careful as she can possibly be in this situation, but she really just wants to finish it up. She's afraid to see what his wound will look like with the stitches removed, and she wants to get it redone as fast as possible. She has another cloth to clean it up as she goes.]

You don't have to do this, you know.

[He's talking to the ceiling, still not looking at her.]

They won't be there anymore when this is over.

That's not the point. I don't know how long this spell will last, but they're here now.

[And she is not leaving him to just deal with them on his own. She knows if he really wanted to he could easily do it himself, but she's here now, so he doesn't have to.]