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Outside Demon Marcus, Sunday Evening

Sparkle just... couldn't. The island had gone back to normal, which meant that he could go home, eat like half his weight in pancakes and ice cream and shower until the end of days while playing C Is For Cookie on repeat until he lost his freaking mind, but he was restless. Anxious. Feeling kind of on the awful side.

The apartment would be quiet, unless Atton happened to come home, and he'd be left in the company of houseplants and he just. Could. Not.

So he'd made a detour from the park to the Demon Marcus with a mission in mind.

He was taking his betta home for the night.

Yep. That was all.

He was going to collect his fish, walk back to his apartment with it, set up the tank on the counter in the bathroom, and then shower for like three hours because he was basically never going to be clean again. Maybe he'd clean the apartment from top to bottom. It had been a few months since the last desperate bleach-the-whole-bathroom fiasco, he was overdue for another one. Maybe he'd just retreat into the living room and put, like, Peppa Pig on to play on Netflix forever and surround himself with houseplants and the fish and his stuffed cat and make a pillow fort and never come out of it again, and Atton would have to live life walking around a little blanket fortress and Sparkle would fight him for those couch cushions, dammit.

His face hurt where that other him had clawed at it and Sparkle was taking his pet fish for a walk.

No big deal.

[OOC: ... I was trapped in Christmas hell today, but Sparkle gets a post. La. Open if anyone's not all BDE burned out!]

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Shiemi stopped, frowned, and turned to look back at the figure she had just passed. "Are... are you okay?" Anxiety over openly approaching a stranger or not, she couldn't help this feeling that the man seemed hurt.

Sparkle grimaced a little and paused in his tracks, hugging the little fish tank closer to his chest.

"Sure... never better."

He didn't sound terribly convincing, really. He wasn't terribly convinced.

"Just walkin' the fish."

"Hmmm? Your fish walks?"

He didn't sound very convincing. And was he speaking a little odd, as if his face hurt? Was she going to have to get pushy?

Well, there were some pretty brutal scratches down one side of his face, after all. Tip had cleaned them up as best as she was able, but they were still only a couple of days old, and ragged. He just hadn't turned his head that way, yet.

... It was possible that he was making a point not to.

"Nah. He just likes the view. Way better without all the fog, you know."

Milady couldn't care less about the view. He was a fish.

He did sound injured!

"Are you sure you're okay?" Shiemi made a small pout, then gathered up her courage and walked closer, hoping he would stand still so she could get in front of him to see his face.

"I'm... fine." Sparkle paused, frowning at her as she approached him. "Really. I mean, it's been a long few days, but I'm heading home now, so..."

He shrugged.

"Not all bad. Could be worse."

"One of the monsters got you, didn't they? Have you seen a healer or doctor?" She took the last step to try to see his face and confirm her suspicions...

'Monsters,' she said, like it was some kind of faceless creature leaping out from the night. The thought pulled a bitter bark of a laugh out of Sparkle, and he turned his face just slightly, though not quite enough to hide the scratches down his cheek.

"Not really," he muttered. "I had a friend clean it up. That's about as good as we could manage, anyway."

Monsters.

It had been himself.

Shiemi could only see some of the wounds but it was enough to learn she was right.

She reached out to try to turn his face towards her. "Let me take a better look. I'm training to be a doctor."

Sparkle managed to keep himself from jerking away from the incoming hand only by virtue of the fact that he didn't want to spill the fish. He did kind of give the girl a wide-eyed panic look for a moment, though.

"Hey, hey-- warn someone before you get all handsy," he admonished, then turned his face himself. "This is from the last hand that came at me without a heads-up, you know?"

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"Well, if you'd stop pretending you're fine..." Shiemi stopped and took a calming breath. Were all boys like this when they got injured?

"I'm sorry," she leaned in slightly. "They look fairly clean, but seem to be..." She didn't like the way it was healing. "Do they still hurt? Even when you're not talking?"

Well, Sparkle was like this mostly because he didn't like strangers poking at him. There was a history there.

"... I mean... yeah? It's a pretty bad... like... those were fingernails?"

Wasn't it supposed to hurt like that? Hell if he knew, he didn't have a wealth of experience with fagged facial injuries.

"It happened a while ago, though, right? The pain should have calmed down some." She turned and began looking through her bag. "Are you allergic to ragweed?"

"Coupl'a days?" Sparkle shrugged. "I don't know. I don't think I'm allergic to ragweed. But, I mean, I wouldn't even know it to see it."

So her guess was as good as anyone's, really.

Eh?! "Days? You might have an infection, then. Ano..." Shiemi pulled out a small dark bottle with a homemade label on it ("Yarrow/Plantain -- NO COMFREY") and motioned for him to sit down. "Let's use this to be on the safe side."

"I, what?" Sparkle was not used to phantom healers striking in the dark of night, no. He balked for a moment, and then kind of shimmied to the side, sitting himself down on the nearest thing that looked like it would support his weight. So, a planter, apparently. "It's fine, really. Tip cleaned it, she had a first-aid kit, I mean..."

He sighed and hugged the fish tank closer.

"Thanks."

"Tip-san did a very good job." Shiemi sighed at the lack of self-care to which he was admitting and gave him as stern a look as she could... then began administering the salve. It would possibly sting a little, but just because the wounds were not properly healed. "But first aid is just supposed to be first aid. You should go see a doctor right away after. That's what we're here for."

"There wasn't exactly much in the way of hospital facilities that I could get to, when this happened," he muttered, hissing through his teeth a bit at the sting. "I mean, there were kinda things trying to eat us."

It was a shame he couldn't bring his knees up to hug them while he was also hugging the fish tank. But keeping Milady warm out here was priority anyway.

"There was a healer wandering near the village." Shiemi finished covering the wounds on the man's face. "And isn't there a clinic on the island? It should be open now that things are better. You should take care of yourself; especially if you have to take care of others."

She set the bottle down and then reached into her bag again, looking for an empty container. "Okay. What I just put on you will keep your blood moving and help heal your wounds faster. It may also make you sweat a little more than usual, but that's okay. Uhm. And maybe... uhm. Bathroom."

"... Maybe what?"

Please pardon Sparkle for giving you such a side-eye, Shiemi. Except that was the sort of thing he might have wanted to know beforehand.

"Seriously?"

Shiemi flailed a little. "It's nothing bad! Just... your body is going to be producing extra water and that means you may have to go to the bathroom a little more often! There are only so many ways to get rid of an infection!"

"In the end you won't even have a scar!"

Sparkle squinted a little bit at that, and then shrugged and sighed. There were worse fates than having to pee like a puppy, anyway.

"... Okay," he said, frowning dubiously. "That... that makes sense. Thanks."

A sigh of relief and then Shiemi used a small wooden spoon to move some of the balm from her jar to the empty one. "Here. Apply this later, if the wound is still visible. And keep the area clean but don't cover it." She handed him the bottle and smiled. "The stinging and any other pain will stop after a while, but keep applying the herbs. The wound is still healing even after that."

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