Seperate Lives (Cain/Open)

[Zen]

Zen heard the door open and the nurse looked down at her...Those words seeming to make her feel that much more at ease as she nodded and gathered up her bag, wincing a bit in protest as she used her arm with the injured shoulder.

Finally however, she made her way into the nurses office, her eyes falling over Cain and instantly feeling a wave of relief wash over her though she did not know why.

She then moved, taking a seat upon one of the beds and waiting for the nurse to come over..

Once she did, zen removed the shirt she wore to allow the woman to see the injury....But as she touched it, Zen could not help but growl slightly. It hurt damnit, and though it was only Cain and the nurse in the room Zen was putting up her tough act again, sucking up the tears and once more filled with that empty and somewhat cold..

Just her way of dealing with this, especially when the nurse told her she would have to stitch u0p the wound....Yeah..that was gonna hurt...

[Cain]

Apparently, Zen didn't go far, as the nurse simply stood at the door way, her head angled downwards as she talked to someone there. Cain furrowed his eyebrows. Zen was waiting outside? For him? At that, he could not help but smile. What she did, it made him feel quite warm inside. He chuckled to himself, looking down at his left leg for a moment, before raising it once more as Zen entered the nurse's office, Cain giving her a soft smile, reassuring her that he was alright. And then, she would sit herself upon the bed beside his, it being the only other bed in this small nurse's office.

The nurse came over to her then, Cain following her with his eyes as she moved behind Zen, where Cain had told her the cut was earlier. As Zen started to remove her shirt, the nurse shot a glance towards Cain; a glance of great disapproval. Cain raised his eyebrows and his shoulders, as if gesturing that he was unsure of what she was expecting from him then. The nurse let out a loud cough, the raised hand to cover her mouth having a pinkie finger extended towards Zen, who was now topless.

Ah, right. Protocol. Though Cain had already seen her naked, had her body etched into the memory of his hands, he knew he had to respect the nurse anyway. They were in her territory. Cain was about to leave the room, though, when he remembered that his left leg was injured. He stretched his hand out towards it, gesturing towards the nurse in their wordless conversation. She let out a grunt, before reaching forward and grabbing the curtain, before pulling it between themselves and Cain, drawing a chuckle from the Junior.

A soft sigh then escaped his lips as he looked at the floor.

"Well, this is messy. Who patched you up?"

Cain looked at the direction of the nurse. Oh?

"... Uhm... I did..."

[Ceraphine Davis]

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