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[Grabs a Strong Zero herself, and looks back to him, smile going a little wry]

Mostly you just hear 'em singing at night. Feels familiar. Sometimes there's fireflies, too. You wanna ice 'em?

Fingers crossed it's a frog and fireflies kinda night.

[Hesitates at that offer, then nods.]

If you got some hanging around anyway?

And, uh. If you don't mind helping me get em back in the bracers, after. It's kinda rough.

Yeah—I get it.

[Waggles her left hand, which already feels odd staying attached for so long.]

Can I...?

[Though she doesn’t really wait for permission to bare his arms, carefully laying them straight. And digging a little further in the fridge, she pulls out some ice packs; thinks some more and stands, hunting through the cabinets]

You should put ’em in slings so you rest them for once...

[Under the bracers, his wrists are badly swollen; the usual gentle taper is missing entirely, leaving them looking more like sausages than arms, and they are decidedly at the wrong angle. It is no surprise that getting the bracers on over that was a challenge.]

Not gonna lie, that sounds kinda nice.

You could take care of yourself for once, I know it's a crazy idea.

[Comes back with a roll of compression bandages and a couple bottles--remembers she's gotta open them rather than just toss them at his face. Sits on her knees in front of him and taps out two asprin, holding them out for him to take]

...I'm just gonna shove these in your mouth, okay? You been using your hands too much.

I been trying to ease up, some.

[Because he was using them too much and they are really hurting,,,]

But... yeah, sure.

[Shrugs, ulcers or liver failure are the least of their problems]

When something hurts, that's what drugs are for. ...These are the strongest meds I got, but... If it still hurts later, we can look around for something else.

[And she holds up the pills up so he can nibble them from her hand; cracks open the chu-hi to wash them down]

[He leans forward to take the pills from her hand - leaves the chu-hi, for now, because picking it up without the bracers is going to be even worse.]

...thanks, dude.

[Hums acknowledgement and offers him the can--let's say she got a straw since there was time to prepare, and still she can lift it, at least enough so he doesn't have to dry-swallow. The issue here is clear, she is not going to leave him in the lurch,]

[At any rate, that being done she takes one hand in hers, and rubs in some pain relief cream, careful since even that little touch is likely terribly painful. She can wrap it after that]

[He leans forward to swallow some of the chu-hi down, too - winces as she rubs the pain cream on, and then braces himself, trying to stay still so she can wrap them.]

[The wrapping is firm, but not overly so; around the wrist and up the palm, around the thumb, sense memory from some long-ago first aid course. When one is done, she places the cold pack onto it, then repeats the process for the other hand.]

Maybe just lying down'll be easiest to keep stuff in place...

Yeah... with the packs especially.

I'll give it a shot.

[There's like pillows and stuff so

Basically she assists getting him situated in low-key nervous hostess mode]

Icing it every couple hours should help, too, so...

Sorry for all the trouble. I didn't mean to make you, like. Jump through a bunch of hoops or nothing.

Somebody should. Don't worry about it.

Sorry I'm just gonna be like... lying down on the job. Dunno if I'll be super entertaining tonight.

I... You... I like you here for other reasons than entertainment. If you have to go, that's fine, too.

Nah... I'm good to stick around as long as you'll have me.

Hah... Okay.

[She lies down beside him on her back; clasps her hands over her middle]

[His arms are not clasped; they're just kind of loose at his side.]

[After a minute or two, he lets out a breath, a slow sigh of relief.]

...the ice is real nice.

Do it for like...20 minutes, every three or four hours. Should help keep the swelling down.

Man... that long?

Stuff takes time. And you already said you had the time, so...

Yeah. S'just weird not being able to mess around with anything, y'know?

I'm used to doing stuff with my hands.

You're flexible. Use your feet.

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