Post by Ramen on Jul 13, 2023 16:35:58 GMT -5
SPARKING HEALTH INSURANCE
| Ramen's PL: 50 (40,000 - Suppressed) |
| Ramen's PL: 50 (40,000 - Suppressed) |
Ramen had been shocked when she had made it far enough from the Lookout to lose the Majin, if he had been pursuing her to begin with. She was even more shocked that Bing Gan, a martial artist still clearly early in his journey, seemed set to make some sort of recovery. Whatever the Majin had tried to do to him--well, he had failed. Bing was still alive, and so far as she could tell, he was mostly in one piece. Even she had made it out with only minimal damage. At least, if multiple broken ribs, a broken arm, and a few fractures could be called that.
She had brought Bing to a hospital in South City, not far from where she had once trained. It was small and understaffed, but they were well-used to treating martial artists with injuries from combat, owing in large part to the monastery nearby. They didn't often have an occasion to treat anything as serious as what had happened to her or Bing, but they did stock a medicated gel. It was based on the same healing fluid used by alien rejuvenation machines, but used in smaller doses.
It would take longer to heal, perhaps--but she knew this hospital would treat them without needling them with questions, and its smaller size meant it was less likely the Majin would guess they were here. Ramen herself had bandages beneath her gi to help keep her torso stable, as well as a sling around her arm. A patch covered her forehead, nursing a fracture with a treatment of that very gel. But it was nothing she hadn't experienced before, even if her body healed slower now than it might have in her prime.
It was Bing who she was worried about, and that's why she had found her way to where he was being kept--to check up on him, and see if he had regained consciousness. While he would blame himself for what happened, Ramen knew the truth: she was the one who had proven herself incapable of rising to the challenge. She should have been able to fight the Majin head on, and instead, she found herself outclassed at every turn. That meant that the brave young fighter that had followed her into battle had to suffer pain and humiliation, and wounds that might have even had complications. She couldn't say what happened to someone after they were half-absorbed by a Majin.
She had brought Bing to a hospital in South City, not far from where she had once trained. It was small and understaffed, but they were well-used to treating martial artists with injuries from combat, owing in large part to the monastery nearby. They didn't often have an occasion to treat anything as serious as what had happened to her or Bing, but they did stock a medicated gel. It was based on the same healing fluid used by alien rejuvenation machines, but used in smaller doses.
It would take longer to heal, perhaps--but she knew this hospital would treat them without needling them with questions, and its smaller size meant it was less likely the Majin would guess they were here. Ramen herself had bandages beneath her gi to help keep her torso stable, as well as a sling around her arm. A patch covered her forehead, nursing a fracture with a treatment of that very gel. But it was nothing she hadn't experienced before, even if her body healed slower now than it might have in her prime.
It was Bing who she was worried about, and that's why she had found her way to where he was being kept--to check up on him, and see if he had regained consciousness. While he would blame himself for what happened, Ramen knew the truth: she was the one who had proven herself incapable of rising to the challenge. She should have been able to fight the Majin head on, and instead, she found herself outclassed at every turn. That meant that the brave young fighter that had followed her into battle had to suffer pain and humiliation, and wounds that might have even had complications. She couldn't say what happened to someone after they were half-absorbed by a Majin.
TWC: 418