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Rai then began ranting about all the things she could do once she was grown if her magical abilities grew with her. "I can pick up this house and carry it to the beach!" Rai said and laughed.

Hearing commotion in the room she had left Soran in, she sprinted back and gasped at Soran's collpased body on the floor. She practicaly shreiked.

"Soran!" she called out and rushed to his side with the medical kit. She looked up to see Rai clinging to his legs with Blade and Mizuki sighed. She looked around to see Siren as well. "Where you you?" she asked Rai and gingerly took Blade from her arms. Then she shook her head. "Explain while I tend to this one. Oh! Soran...uuuhhh.." She momentarily became confused at what to do. Soran was wounded and a man was dying on their couch!

"Someone tend to Soran's wounds! Please!" she said rushed, handed Siren supplies in the kit and rushed towards the dying man. Quickly she started cleaning and stitching up his bleeding wounds. Cleaning away the dried blood.

Siren watched the frazzled Mizuki run out of the hall, then opened the kit to examine the contents.

"What happened to you?" She asked Soran, looking over the blood pooling on his shoulder and stains on his shirt. "I'm guessing that shoulder is the worst... Let's get to work then!" she said cheerily, moving him to a somewhat upright position with or without his blessing and starting to pull his shirt up to remove it

Soran reddened uncomfortably as Siren lifted his shirt. He knew it had to be removed, and strained his arm over his head to take it off himself and set it on the ground next to him. The clumsy bandage he'd applied was saturated with blood, which had run a thick trail down his back.

Jhaptal twitched a few times from the pain as the bandages were removed, sticking to the dried blood as it was being pulled away. As Mizuki cleaned away the dried blood, the infection made itself known by the pinker than normal skin around the wound.

Mizuki made a hissing sound when she saw what was taking place. She pulled out an antiseptic.

"This'll hurt," she warned even though he probably wasn't awake at all to hear her. Gingerly with a cotton cloth, she cleaned his infected wound with the antiseptic.

Rai blinked. "Why don't I just heal them?" Rai asked, and looked around. "Then no one has to be hurt anymore!"

She stood up and the first person she went to was Jhaptal.

Siren grined at the discomfort evident in the color of Soran's face.

She spoke to Rai as she left the hall, "But if you heal them you'll be in pain too. Soran's not critical right now, so let's see what we can do normally first? I think me may need a soft towel and a bucket with warm water though, if you're feeling up to it."

She "helped" Soran turn over on his stomach so that she could get a good look at the shoulder wound. FInding it bandaged, but bleeding though, she tried to tentatively uravel and peel the bandages off. When they stuck and pulled at the skin she cringed in sympathy pain, calling out a small pouch of potions and rummaging through them. She picked two out and set them in front of Soran's face.

"OK Soran, you have a choice. Do you want to take this vial of potion that will help relieve the pain and make you feel a bit numb for a few hours, or would you like this other one, which is just whisky sour. I won't tell you where the sour comes from." She smirked.

Rai sighed and nodded, running to the kitchen to get a bowl of warm water and a towel. She put the rag on top of her head and the bowl in her arms and she walked down he hall, some of the water sloshing out onto the floor. She finally made it into the room and sat the bowl down close to Siren.

"What if I just did it a little bit?" Rai asked and smiled. "Just widdle bit?" she made a small motion with two fingers with a very small gap between them.

"At least to Mr. Magic Man... He looks awful..."

Soran nodded to Rai in agrement with Siren. "By healing us, you take the injuries onto yourself, right? I'd rather take care of it without hurting you."

He sat very still and twitched as Siren tried to separate the bandage from his skin. When she offered him the two potions, he glared at them critically. He didn't care for magic, and though he'd developed some respect for Siren's, he still wasn't comfortable with it. "Do they have medicinal properties? I don't need anything for pain," he said.

Once she had finished cleaning the wound with the antiseptic, Mizuki rewrapped him in new, clean bandages. She then started to tend to his other, smaller wounds.

"What did you two do?" she asked to unconscious man, shaking her head. She looked at his face, he was pale still but he was breathing...

"Is he that bad? I haven't been in the room yet. Well, if he's worse than Soran maybe just a bit wouldn't hurt, but try not to hurt yourself, ok?" Siren stuck out her tongue at Rai endearingly.

"And thanks for the water, time to give him a sponge bath~!"

Soran tried to divulge information about the potions.

"I already told you I wouldn't tell what the sour is, but let's just say they'll make you feel better, but maybe not all there... And sure, they have some medicinal properties. Both will help your body deal with them better after the main effects wear off..."

Rai sighed. It was hopeless. She just wouldn't be able to help in this. She smiled and crawled over to the other side of Soran. "I'll hold your hand," she said, kissing his cheek.

Soran frowned. Always preferring a known to an unknown, he took the first potion and swallowed it like ripping off a bandaid. He looked at the water distrustfully as he realized what Siren meant by a spongebath. "No," he said flatly, looking at her with a testy glare.

Rai grabbed Soran's hand and held it with both of hers smiling at him. "It's okay Soran, baths are fun!" she told him, giggling. "But, I don't want to watch you take a bath. Ewww...."