"What do I do, Kakipi?" Ken nuzzles his nose against Chikusa's neck, still casting wary glances between the other two. "Can I help?
He's not sure he can be useful to any part of the medical procedure, but who knows - a spare set of hands might be needed. If there's anything Ken can do to help Chikusa get better, he'll do it.
Quietly casting a glance at the three stooges that he is apparently surrounded with, Chikusa thinks. It has clearly become obvious to him that he is, unfortunately and to his deep regret, the smartest person in the room... but also the person who can't actually fix his own legs. That is a responsibility that is split evenly between everyone else... including Ken.
Alright. He takes a breath and slowly points. First, at the other guy in the glasses. "Look for how the fragments comes together." The finger turns to Chikusa's own partner. "Ken... You need to press them together and follow his directions... and then keep them steady..." Finally, Ryohei. "...While you heal it."
Ken nods, sitting up. There's no worry, no squeamishness; Ken's got a stronger stomach than perhaps any other person living, and he knows Chikusa's borderline nonexistent awareness of pain better than anyone. He's not worried he'll hurt Chikusa, and if he has guidance then he doesn't think he can screw this up.
He looks at the guy in the glasses, almost defiantly. "So? Show me what to do already, byon!"
With how many injuries take place in boxing, and how much both boys have no doubt flung themselves into horrendous situations that have left a lot of blood splattered, they both seem pretty startled at Chikusa's nonchalance and Ken's immediate demands. To the surprise of no one, Ryohei bounces back first with his fists clenched. "YEAH! Such extreme teamwork can't be beat!"
"Don't agree without me saying anything! I can't keep doing this forever!"
Still, despite his complaints, Aoba tips his glasses up once again after a moment, mouth grimacing in pain occasionally from the strain. As patiently as he can be, he starts to point out the areas that need to be pressed together. Thus begins the long process of cooperation between three noisy jackasses.
Chikusa is quiet the entire time, of course. All he does is stare, watching as the three try to work together.
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He's not sure he can be useful to any part of the medical procedure, but who knows - a spare set of hands might be needed. If there's anything Ken can do to help Chikusa get better, he'll do it.
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Alright. He takes a breath and slowly points. First, at the other guy in the glasses. "Look for how the fragments comes together." The finger turns to Chikusa's own partner. "Ken... You need to press them together and follow his directions... and then keep them steady..." Finally, Ryohei. "...While you heal it."
Hopefully, that should be enough.
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He looks at the guy in the glasses, almost defiantly. "So? Show me what to do already, byon!"
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"Don't agree without me saying anything! I can't keep doing this forever!"
Still, despite his complaints, Aoba tips his glasses up once again after a moment, mouth grimacing in pain occasionally from the strain. As patiently as he can be, he starts to point out the areas that need to be pressed together. Thus begins the long process of cooperation between three noisy jackasses.
Chikusa is quiet the entire time, of course. All he does is stare, watching as the three try to work together.