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[jammingwith]

[Because crazy!England got to her, too (or did she get to him?), Edward is now wandering down Nelson street. Bleeding.

Kind of a lot.

'Cause. You know. Glass does that to you.

She's not really an expert at taking care of injuries, but she's attempted to tie them up somehow.

It didn't really work. She's getting woozy from blood loss.

Someone help?]



((OOC: I know I just posted. But. Reference.))

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[if-she-hollers.livejournal.com]

[Luckily, Mimi is on her way home from working at the hospital, complete with uniform and medical supplies. She stops at the sight of the girl bleeding all over the sidewalk and sighs. Here she goes again.]

Why are people always getting injured around me?

. . . Like, ohmygod, are you OK, blahblahblah, let's skip to the part where I'm like, a nurse and I do like, nurse-y stuff.

What happened?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Ed looks up briefly. She's feeling dizzy now, it's hard to think.]

Glass. England.

Ow.

[if-she-hollers.livejournal.com]

That . . . explains like, practically nothing. But OK! You're clearly suffering from shock. Like, c'mon.

[Mimi helps Ed over to a bench and sits her down gently; a cursory examination of the patient reveals slices all over her body and glass shards sticking out every which way.]

. . . OK. So like, this is horribly unconventional, but like, I think you're probably going to pass out if you lose any more blood. We're gonna like, leave the glass where it is for now and totally patch up the rest of the cuts with actual bandages.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[It's mostly on her arms, though. She sits down and smiles absently at Mimi.]

Okay.

[if-she-hollers.livejournal.com]

[Mimi proceeds to realize that most of the cuts are on Ed's arms. These, she examines closely for shards -- She leaves the ones with glass alone, swabs disinfectant and bandages the ones that do not. This takes about 20 slow minutes.]

. . . So like, this is the hard part. I like, need to get you home and we're going to like, soak your arms in warm water. This will like, soften the skin and free up the glass. It will probably also like, hurt loads. If like, you leave the glass in there, you're going to totally get a massive infection.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[She winces at the disinfectant, but stays quiet throughout the process. When Mimi explains the plan, she nods slowly.]

Okay.

[She nods in the direction of her house, which is actually the next street over.]

That way.

Minor char-control, sorry

[if-she-hollers.livejournal.com]

Like, OK. We can totally go as slow as you need.

[Together, the two make their way towards Ed's house, Mimi prattling on about nothing in particular. Was it an attempt to keep Ed conscious or just the way she always behaved? Maybe a little of both.]

So like, I'll totally give you the same advice as I did Sideswipe. Ask around for like, a white mage if you can find one. Cuts heal like, more quickly than bum knees, though, so it might totally be unnecessary. . . . This the house?

[playswithwater.livejournal.com]

[I don't know if Sophie knows that England has attacked Ed by the time Yuuto runs into - you know what, screw timelines.]

Oh dear, that doesn't look good...

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[The timeline's completely screwed. Just go with it. :3]

Hi?

It's all good, don't worry.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Ed only half-hears what she's talking about. It's kind of annoying, but Ed's tired, and she hurts, so she doesn't complain.]

Yeah, that's it.

[playswithwater.livejournal.com]

You really shouldn't be out...

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

...no?

No. Probably not.

[if-she-hollers.livejournal.com]

Like, cool.

[Mimi brings the injured woman inside and ponders for a few moments.]

So like, I'm going to get a basin of hot water. You like, go sit on your coach and keep conscious -- Do you have any like, non-drone family members?

[playswithwater.livejournal.com]

Where are you going?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[Ed frowns and shakes her head.]

No. Just me.

[She wanders over to the couch and plops down. Oooooh it's comfy... it'll be hard to stay conscious...]

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

Home.

Yeah.

Home.

[playswithwater.livejournal.com]

Will you be able to take care of yourself?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[She looks down at herself and thinks for a minute.]

...maybe?

[playswithwater.livejournal.com]

Do you have bandages at home?

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs slightly. But it kind of hurts.]

Maybe?

[if-she-hollers.livejournal.com]

[Mimi assists by returning and tripping, splashing some water all over Ed's face.]

Like, whoops. Total bummer. But there's totally still enough. Go on, plop your arms down. There you go.

We should like, totally chat while we do this so it's not so totally boring. Like, what's your name? I'm Ini. Ini Miney. It's like, a stupid name, but I guess I'm like, not the brightest person in the world, so there you go.

[playswithwater.livejournal.com]

You should go to the hospital.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

[She flinches and blinks at the water, but she holds still while she's taken care of.]

Edward.

[timeforjam.livejournal.com]

...Probably, yeah.

[if-she-hollers.livejournal.com]

. . . Huh. Guess like, my parents weren't the only ones bad at picking names. Like, my sister's name is Mimi. Bad joke, right?

[She unobtrusively begins to stick the tweezers into the wounds now and pull out the larger pieces of glass. The smaller ones, with any luck, would float out into the water themselves.]

So like, where you from, Ed?