[Pulling a small utility knife out of his pocket, he starts to cut through Ken’s pants- that’ll be easier to do than figuring out how to get them off normally. When he sees the extent of the damage from bruises to blood, a grimace actually spasms across his face violently. Considering that Chikusa keeps moving onto the next leg casually… It’s highly likely that he hasn’t even realized what he’s done.]
[Everything is getting distant again. His body moves, does its work, but Chikusa feels detached and away from the action. Like so many times, he welcomes the sensation. He doesn’t want to be near this… near the broken bones, the bloodied skin. He just wants to fix Ken and make things like they were again. Every trickle of blood and line of skin over the mismatched shape of Ken’s knee, he can make out in excruciating detail while simultaneously seeing the whole picture. It’s more than a little disorienting, but that’s fine. His mind is allowed to do that so long as his body does what it’s supposed to do.] [Someone’s speaking. Him? He thinks it’s him. This has happened before.]
If it’s not displaced, we could put you in a cast. No surgery.
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[Pulling a small utility knife out of his pocket, he starts to cut through Ken’s pants- that’ll be easier to do than figuring out how to get them off normally. When he sees the extent of the damage from bruises to blood, a grimace actually spasms across his face violently. Considering that Chikusa keeps moving onto the next leg casually… It’s highly likely that he hasn’t even realized what he’s done.]
[Everything is getting distant again. His body moves, does its work, but Chikusa feels detached and away from the action. Like so many times, he welcomes the sensation. He doesn’t want to be near this… near the broken bones, the bloodied skin. He just wants to fix Ken and make things like they were again. Every trickle of blood and line of skin over the mismatched shape of Ken’s knee, he can make out in excruciating detail while simultaneously seeing the whole picture. It’s more than a little disorienting, but that’s fine. His mind is allowed to do that so long as his body does what it’s supposed to do.]
[Someone’s speaking. Him? He thinks it’s him. This has happened before.]
If it’s not displaced, we could put you in a cast. No surgery.