Damn Shinigami Moochers [Erika, Yuujin]

He watched her, his face slowly losing care for her situation the further she stumbled away. At some point, he just had a face that just said he's done with it all. This is dumb, and she's being dumb. It'd be rude to get in her way, but he's come to the conclusion that this woman isn't going to show her own body any ounce of care. Someone ought to, yeah? He's not really about to do this, is he? He can hear his own steps on the floor as he neared.

"Alright. As fun as that was to watch, let's get you off your feet before you end up falling and spilling your guts everywhere."

She's going to hate it. She might even hit him, but Yuujin knows his guest is in no condition to fight back, and that means she couldn't stop him from taking her by the arm, wrapping it around his shoulders, and dragging her back into his room.

"Change of plan," He grumbled as they reentered his abode. "You're going to sit, let me look at your wound, and make sure it's actually treated properly. Then, I'm going to bring you something to sip on or whatever."

"You're not going to recover without taking care of yourself. You can heal physical wounds with that stuff just fine, but it'll still take a toll on you."

Luckily, the med kit she refused is still on the floor, so he went about scourging through it. First, some actual bandages will help, and he's sure he can make use of the gel and alcohol to clean her up a bit. For a second, he pondered the idea of having to see her disrobed again, but that thought quickly came and went as he focused more on helping her. He's not that much of a pansy to lose to a woman's body, especially not one as small as hers with a large, glaring, circular issue through it.

"Alright. Take off your outfit and let me see that hole again. I know a thing or two about this stuff."

His nose shriveled as his eyes closed. He's definitely not going to compliment her on how she smells. If anything, he has a strong desire to say she stinks. Doing something like that isn't going to help though, so he kept the comment to himself and went to work.

First, he put on some gloves and walked up to her, grabbing the crap of a bandage she salvaged, throwing the bloody thing into a disposable bag. Seeing that hole in her stomach again made his own groan in protest. He's not disgusted or anything, but the sight of it annoyed the Hell out of him. However, it did allow for him to see her better, and he can tell she's definitely the type to see this as just a little inconvenience.

"I guess now's the perfect time to exchange names, huh? Just call me Yuujin."

Small talk as he took a wet wipe and started cleaning up the blood staining her stomach, yeah? He has to fill the awkwardness in the air with something, yeah?

"I'll try not to make a habit of it," He responded, thinking about how her name didn't exactly match the type of woman she is.

If he heard Erika, he'd have thought of a brunette with a mature but nice personality. She'd probably have made him tea or something, and they'd be having a nice conversation about books. Reality instead has him doing this, and Erika just had to help by making him hyperaware of their current situation. By the way, the sudden pain she'd feel is because he just applied some alcohol around her wound now. He's unsure if Shinigami could catch an infection from something like this; especially considering how they can heal themselves, but he's not taking any chances.

"What'd you like to drink, by the way. Mr. Kisuke keeps a lot of stuff here."

"Water? Alright. Not the one for the heavy stuff, huh?"

He didn't expect her to ask for anything like that anyway. She didn't seem the alcoholic sort. He probably would have wanted something heavier after having his stomach impaled and stuff, but that's just him. Not like he's much of a drinker anyway. Shaoling would chew him out if he gets a hangover. But, with that said, he's pretty much done cleaning her wound. All that's left is to apply some gel to help keep the bleeding down, and that didn't take long at all. Erika would just feel something quite cold on her stomach before Yuujin moved back and removed his gloves.

"I just got to wrap you up now," He'd state while putting on some new gloves and getting the bandages. This part took only about a minute with him concealing her wound tightly, but not too tightly. Honestly, he pondered if this was alright to do. She'd have to reapply this sort of treatment again the next day, and the day after this, if she wants to make sure nothing happens to her wound, and he doubts she would if someone isn't holding her hand. Well, either way, she looks way better than before, and he's somewhat proud of doing a good job.