...Ouch. [Open]

[bokun]

Marko being Marko, he was used to getting the occasional cut or bruise or scrape. Those he could deal with without a second thought. Which was normal enough, one might suppose. Of the collection of powers at Asher Academy, Marko had – probably – one of the abilities that gave a better chance of avoiding serious injury… But it wasn’t a cut or a bruise or a scrape that was the problem today. No, in fact, it wasn’t an injury he could have simply put to the back of his mind, as he had originally planned to do, until some obnoxiously helpful kid had decided he definitely wasn’t in any state to walk… Er, well. Limp. Hobble. Whatever.

So followed twenty minutes or so of him biting his lip and trying not to either screech and wail in a very unmasculine tone (or indeed start screaming profanities in his native tongue) whilst the nurse poked at and shifted about his foot, checking for any bone injury but luckily only coming to the conclusion that his ankle had been twisted. She enquired as to what he had been doing to achieve such an injury, but he huffed, refusing to admit to her – or to himself, aloud – that it was actually a rather ungraceful trip down a flight of steps that had caused it. It was ridiculous, he thought. He could fall through floors and jump back up like nothing happened, and blunt, heavy objects could pass straight through his body without him noticing – but, of course, it would have to be a trip on the steps that would leave him in the Infirmary alone that day, lying back on a bed with his bad leg propped up by a pillow, and nothing short of bored out of his mind.

[LOVINO VARGAS]

(Jumping in if you don’t mind~ Of course you don’t)

Romano looked up at the door leading to the infirmary, his arms crossed across his chest and curl bouncing slightly out of annoyance. How many times had he visited this place since his enrollment again? Not only did he have to come here whenever he got himself injuries from fights and clumsy accidents, he was very often called here to help.

He had healing powers and the nurses were busy, so why not drag him away from his studies and throw him in a room with a stranger for him to heal? Freaking idiots. His powers didn’t work like that. He wasn’t some magic cure-all bandage for clumsy idiots. He could only heal those he wanted to, and more often than not he didn’t particularly want to fix every broken bone and bleeding nose he came across. Healing exhausted him, and it wasn’t his responsibility to take care of someone else’s ouchies for free.

Luckily for him, this time he wasn’t here to play nurse; he was here because of a genuine - if small - injury. Nothing big, just a paper cut on his left index finger he needed a band-aid for. Once he’d get that he could turn around on his heels and go back to his boring class. Quick and simple. Unless, of course, he’d run into one of the nurses and get hired for help again.

Shaking his head and deciding nothing was going to come out standing outside the door and blocking people’s paths like an idiot, Romano took a step forward, opened the door and set foot inside. No nurses present. Thank. Freaking. God.

He walked in, and it didn’t take him long to realize that although there were no nurses, he wasn’t alone. There was someone lying on one of the beds, leg propped up and apparently hurt. Speaking of clumsy idiots…

“Hi,” Romano muttered more out of a need to say something now that he had looked at the guy than from actual will to get to know the other, before he turned and started to rummage through the drawers and desks. Come on. One band-aid, that was all he needed. There had to be some somewhere, damn it. “Freakin’ unorganized fucks…”

[bokun]

For a moment, Marko was sure he was hearing things; he hadn't really been paying attention to his surroundings, what was (or, really, what wasn't) going on outside the window was far more interesting than the stillness of the interior. But it quickly became apparent that, indeed, there was someone else in the room now. Snapping out of his daze, he turned his head in the direction of the newcomer.

"Hi." He grunted back, after a long pause. Usually that would've been enough for him; it didn't seem like the other kid particularly wanted to converse. But Marko began to watch him, albeit out of the corner of his eye first. And he continued to watch, because the newcomer was now rummaging around various drawers looking for something he couldn't find, which was fairly entertaining, he had to admit. He snorted lightly, noting the muttered swearing from the other. "You sure you're allowed to go through the nurses' stuff?" Not that Marko cared about whether it got the kid in any kind of trouble or not, it was more a question of curiosity. Actually, it was a pretty unusual sight. He then cocked his eyebrow, leaning and craning his head on purpose. "I mean, I don't wanna have to explain the mess, or anything. Or get blamed for it." Not that he logically could be blamed for it, with no means of actually getting up right now, of course. With the trace of a smirk forming on his face, he settled back against the pillows once more, his arms folded across his chest.

[LOVINO VARGAS]

Romano went on to ignore the other boy’s answer to his greeting; he had only raised his voice in the first place to get rid of the awkward silence than hung around them. He didn’t want anything more to do with the other guy after that, and he hoped it showed. He didn’t want the guy getting any weird ideas of trying to interact or become friends with him or other shit like that. He was here just for the damn band-aids, and he’d leave the second he found them.

But, going through what had to be the fourth row of cupboards, he found himself to still be without said item. What the hell was up with that, shouldn’t they have kept all important stuff like that somewhere where they could actually be seen? Freaking idiots.

And to make matters worse, Romano could have sworn he felt the other guy watch him from behind his back. Call it intuition or paranoia, but he had rarely been wrong about things like that before. It made him feel uneasy, to say the least. Why was the guy staring at him? Did he think he looked stupid rummaging through everything in vain? Did he know about his healing power, and was he just trying to come up with a way to ask for his assistance? He sure as hell hoped not.

And then he heard a snort. Was the guy laughing at him?! All of a sudden, he felt immensely embarrassed. If it weren’t for the other boy raising his voice to speak first, Romano would have surely spun around and shouted in the other’s face to stop his damn snickering.

"You sure you're allowed to go through the nurses' stuff?"

What, was he one of those goody-two-shoes teachers’ pets? Oh great. Just great. Well, at least he wasn’t a bully. Guess that was something.

"I mean, I don't wanna have to explain the mess, or anything. Or get blamed for it."

Oh, so he was looking out for himself now? Romano rolled his eyes and turned around, only to catch a slight smirk on the other’s face. Now where’d that come from? He didn’t like smirking people. They were always up to no good. So which one was this guy, a wuss or an asshole? He was giving so many mixed signals it was difficult to tell. Either way, Romano knew he wouldn’t like him. You had to be pretty special – or a chick – to get the Italian to like you anyway.

“You think I care?” Romano soon spat in answer, leaning his left hand against the workdesk of whoever worked – or was supposed to work – there. “I doubt they’d blame you anyway,” he added, nodding towards the other’s leg. “You probably can't even stand, much less walk around to go through drawers. Stop giving yourself so much credit and just...” Romano couldn’t believe he was actually asking this, “Tell me where the damn band-aids are. I wanna get the hell outta here before the nurses return.”

[bokun]

“I could walk. If I wanted to.” He frowned, rolling his eyes. “It would hurt like fuck right now, sure, so I'm not gonna, but I'd still be able to do it. In which case, I could still get blamed the mess you've just made.” The smirk slowly left his face, and he stared across at the other.

“The band-aids?” Marko lifted an eyebrow. “Who says I know where they are?” Actually, he didn't know; it wasn't like the nurse had fixed up his ankle with a band-aid, after all. And he hardly ever came into the infirmary so it wasn't like he knew where everything was and what every single cabinet and every single drawer of the room contained. Besides, if he'd ever gotten something that warranted a band-aid himself, he'd normally just ignore it; it wasn't like the wound would kill him, or anything.

He raised his shoulders in a shrug. “No, really, I've no idea.” Rethinking the end of the other boy's sentence over, he paused, for a moment. “Why don't you want to see a nurse, anyway? I mean, you could just wait around for one and ask her where the band-aids are.” That sounded more logical than just charging into the infirmary and opening every visible cupboard and door in a frantic search; that was what any normal person would have done – right? But there must have been a reason why this kid hadn't done so, and Marko – although he didn't say so – was genuinely interested as to what that reason was.

[LOVINO VARGAS]

Romano snorted at the other boy’s desperate attempt to prove himself right. Like hell anyone’d blame the crippled patient for messing up half the office. The boy said it himself that walking would hurt like hell; nobody in their right mind would be willing to suffer that much just to cause a little trouble. There was no way the nurses wouldn’t understand that. But well, it didn’t much matter to the Italian. If the other boy wanted to believe his logic wasn’t faulty, he could feel free. He had more important stuff to do anyway, and it seemed like this guy wasn’t willing to help him any. Figured.

“Whatever,” he mumbled, mostly to himself as he turned around to rummage through the few drawers he hadn’t gotten to yet. Goddamn it, all this trouble just for one freaking band-aid? The bleeding had already stopped anyway, why didn’t he just walk out and let the cut heal by itself? It wasn’t even that big or painful. He groaned, figuring it was his stubbornness at fault. If he had come in to find a band-aid, he would not leave without it. Not admit he had wasted his time for nothing.

Just then, as if the other had heard his thoughts, the boy on the bed spoke up, most likely in reply to the Italian’s earlier demand.

“The band-aids? Who says I know where they are?” Romano turned just in time to see the boy shrug. “No, really, I've no idea.”

Romano rolled his eyes. He should have known the guy was useless – well, either that or purposefully hiding information. Both were just as likely. Well, at least he had decided to grace him with a reply. That was at least something.

“Thanks for nothing, then,” Romano grumbled, this time more audibly. He was suddenly reminded why he never liked to ask for help in the first place; more often than not, it was just a waste of time. Either people genuinely couldn’t help, or they refused to. And in the off-chance they did agree to help, they were being fucking condescending fucktards about it, and that always hurt Romano’s pride. Better to just do things on his own. So, Romano turned away once more, peeking behind the computer screen to look for a misplaced band-aid package. Nothing.

“Why don't you want to see a nurse, anyway? I mean, you could just wait around for one and ask her where the band-aids are.”

Romano stopped on his tracks, though he didn’t bother to turn around this time. If he had, though, you could have clearly seen he was annoyed. What, now the guy decided to get all nosy? Maybe it had been a mistake to raise his voice to him in the first place. He should’ve just left the guy in silence, maybe then he wouldn’t have gotten the funny idea Romano actually liked talking to him.

“’Cause I just don’t want to see them,” Romano replied simply, really not wanting to bother explaining his powers to a random student. Especially not since said random student was slightly unnerving and injured. The next he knew, the guy might try and force him to heal his leg or something. Or, even worse – try to befriend him just to get healing favors out of him later. “It’s as simple as that. They can’t take care of their own work, so they always try to get me to help. Lazy fucks.”

He hoped that had been ambiguous enough not to give away his powers, yet clear enough to prevent the guy from asking any further questions. He hadn’t come there to socialize but to get his finger treated, and he wasn’t going to change his plans now.