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Today was not Shiro's day.

To start off with, he was injured. It was nothing serious, thankfully, but the pain was an annoyance and he had to be careful to keep his cuts from opening and bleeding all over him. This was a serious concern, because some asshole had decided to take all of his things, which included his medical supplies. If he dirtied these bandages before he found more, he wouldn't be able to change them.

Of course, none of that compared to the headache of getting knocked out and dropped in the middle of God-knows-where. It certainly wasn't anywhere on that mountain, there wasn't enough snow or steep slopes. This brought him to problem number three: someone had stolen the sword. Other things were gone too, but those were incidental compared to the sword. He had fought his way through a temple of monks for that thing, and he wasn't about to let someone just take it and run away. He was pissed, and he was going to find that sword.

In his one stroke of luck for the day, Shiro had ended up at some kind of train stop. Sure, it was in the middle of a forest, with only one other building around, but train tracks meant that a town couldn't be far away. All he had to do was follow the train tracks, and eventually he would find someone.

So he hopped down from the station and started walking along the tracks, heading East. It took well over an hour of walking to get anywhere, but eventually he did reach a small, abandoned-looking town. The key word there being 'abandoned-looking.' Frowning, Shiro kept walking, trying to find at least one person in this run-down hellhole. He was only at the outskirts of the town, after all. Maybe more people were further in.

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"He faceplanted up closer to Northtown while tryin' to run." Mostly the truth. He was leaving out the "tried to steal my sword" and "was attempting to run away from me" parts of the story.

"Not bleedin' as bad as he was, though..."

Yukio grimaced at the sight, caught between concern and slight annoyance. Concern for obvious reasons, but a Doctor like Shiro? He really should've known better than to stress an abdominal injury so soon after getting it patched.

"Take off your shirt and lie down. Carefully, please."

He gestured to the nearest cot before heading for the clinic's small kitchen. The sound of splashing water could be heard almost immediately. Probably Yukio washing storeroom dust off of his hands in the water he boiled several times a day for just that use.

"Niisan, go into the back room and bring me the brown backpack."

Why thank you, Rin, for leaving that part out. It will make it all the easier to steal that sword back later.

Shiro did as he was told, dropping his clothes unceremoniously into a chair. Anyone else might have been frightened, or at least grimacing from the pain, but Shiro took it like it was nothing. It was far from the worst injury he had even received on the job, he could deal with it.

But at least he was compliant. He didn't like the idea of a kid treating his injuries, but if he did a shitty job then Shiro could just fix it later. Might as well play nice now, to make them let their guard down.

"For the record, it was the jumping that did it, not the falling."

Yeah yeah keep trying old man. Rin isn't that dumb.

Nodding, Rin slipped quietly to the back, getting what Yukio asked of him and putting it over his shoulder so he could bring it up front.

"Whatever it was you shouldn't be doin' it when you're like that. You'd think you'd know that, bein' a doctor."

Yukio walked back into the room with a bowl of water (not the one he washed his hands in, in case anyone was worried) and set right to treating Shiro. Carefully removing the soiled bandages, gently cleaning and examining the wound and working to set things right without missing a beat.

"You don't get to lecture anyone where recklessness is concerned, Niisan."

He didn't even look up when he spoke, focused on his task and working with skilled, steady hands. Whoever taught him did their job very well.

That was actually very reassuring, when he saw that Yukio knew what he was doing. Shiro was expecting some untrained kid, and he really didn't want to get an infection when he was so far away from home. At least he probably won't have to fix up Yukio's work here.

The tear was a minor one, fortunately. It would only need re-bandaging, and for Shiro to take it easy to keep from bleeding all over again. But the marks there show just the kind of trouble Shiro had gotten into: That long yet shallow wound was definitely the mark of someone who had come close to being gutted by some kind of demon. There was also a lot of bruising, since he had fallen from quite a height afterwards.

Meanwhile, Shiro causally flipped Rin off. "I don't need any lectures from a brat."

Wow flipped off by his old man. That's a first. But Rin responds in kind with both hands from behind Yukio, sticking out his tongue at the same time.

"Shadup and get patched up already, geez. I may be a brat but I ain't the one sittin' there with blood all over me!"

"Both of you, stop."

He let the words fly without thinking, only tensing up a few seconds later when he realized he'd almost told his father to shut up. Not that it mattered in this very unique situation, but old habits die hard.

"... What kind of demon did this?"

It was a good thing that Yukio had stopped them, because Shiro would have definitely responded with something about offering to make Rin bloody. To share the love and all.

He settled for making one more face at Rin before answering Yukio's question. "Some kind of giant eagle-thing. Not completely sure, it came out of nowhere and was gone just as quickly. I already used the standard salves on it, so there's not going to be any poisoning problems."

Demon wounds could be potentially fatal to humans, even if they were minor ones. Shiro would never be so lax as to not treat a demon wound properly.

Rin made a soft "tch!" noise back at Shiro, shuffling off to go... stare at a wall somewhere else. It was weird, being able to rib at Shiro like that without any real consequences behind it. It just didn't feel right to Rin, and he knew he was only going to be in the way if he kept that up.

"Hn."

Yukio kept his eyes down as he finished up with Shiro's new bandages, unaware of the little pout he was wearing.

"You'll need to be more careful here. I've yet to see any demons of out world, but supplies are limited at the best of times. Medical and otherwise."

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