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[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[Heero is once again at the bar, but this time he's not trying to drink himself into oblivion. That hadn't worked out as well has he had hoped, leaving with a rather nasty hangover. While there is a bottle of opened vodka on the counter, he's not drinking it.

Instead he's using it to disinfect a shrapnel wound to his upper arm. The left one again, right under a nearly healed gun shot wound. It seemed as though every time he stepped foot onto Duo's reality he somehow managed to take a hit to the arm. One of these days he was going to come back to the plane missing an arm. The thought had him slightly amused. How would he explain that one back home?

Dabbing the wound with a cotton ball gently, he set it down once he was finished and reached for the suture kit. Yes, he was going to actually do this to himself, in the open for all to see. Not that it bothered him or anything. The bar happened to be the most convenient place to do this. Vodka made a wonderful disinfectant and was readily available so there was no need to head home and grab the proper cleaner.

Grabbing the already opened kit he set to work. The most impressive part was the fact he was hardly making a face while doing it.]

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[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[ There is absolutely nothing out of the ordinary in seeing a young kid coming to the bar with a bag over her shoulder. The bag was empty save for her usual notebook that contained all of her hand written notes in regards to the formula for both the drug and antidote. Her plan was to take home a few samples from the bar to continue testing on.

Or it had been before she took notice of someone sitting at the bar. Not only that, but they were treating an injury that was not unfamiliar to her. Some habits were harder to rid oneself of then others and while she usually wasn't the sort to go up to people, gunshot injuries are not usually easy to tend to by yourself.

Her footsteps came to a stop just a couple of feet away from where he sat, looking up at him calmly. ]

... Do you need help?

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[Looking up briefly, he noticed the girl didn't seem at all phased by what he doing.]

No.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[Marta enters, intending to grab herself something of the non-alcoholic variety, honest! But plans change when she spots Heero. And... injured?

With a gasp, she rushes toward him.]

Heero! You're hurt!

[Marta = captain obvious. Regardless, she doesn't wait for much of an answer, and she holds a hand toward him, palm forward.]

Here, let me heal you! Okay?

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

You don't need to do that. [He's halfway done with the stitches anyway.]

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

But... [She lowers her hand.] Are you sure?

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

Yes. [He shifts slightly so she doesn't have to watch him. At least he's not setting bones?]

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[She frowns, still concerned, and takes a seat near him. At least she's not ripping off a part of her dress for a makeshift bandage?]

What happened?

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[He pulls the thread through one more time before trying it off and grabbing gauze.]

A bomb went off earlier than expected.

[pacifistleader.livejournal.com]

[At first, Relena is oblivious as she sits at what's become her favorite table in the bar with papers spread around her. Eventually she takes a break from her reading and rubs her eyes before looking around.

Heero? What.. was he doing? A few moments later it dawned on her that he was hurt. Relena didn't bother picking up her papers, she just got up and headed towards him just as he started stitching his wound.

For a brief moment she felt sick watching it only to push it away and sit on his other side.]

Heero? What happened?

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[Had he noticed Relena sitting nearby, he would have gone to the hangar to do this.]

Nothing. [You'd think he'd know better than to lie to her by now.]

[pacifistleader.livejournal.com]

[You would think. Relena frowned and watched him for a moment longer. If it were nothing, he would be drinking the Vodka instead of using it for a disinfectant.]

If it were nothing, you would be drinking the vodka, not using it for other purposes. Now please, I'm a big girl Heero.

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

It was a mishap during an assignment. [Not really, but even if it was he was going to be vague. She didn't need to know he was fighting in Duo's verse.]

[Finishing up, he wraps his arm in gauss.]

[pacifistleader.livejournal.com]

[Now that really gained her attention. As far as she knows something like this wasn't supposed to happen. If.. she was doing her job properly which worried her.]

..Assignment? Heero, what happened?

All the ladies seem to be tagging this so...

[eyesofafemsnake.livejournal.com]

[Crowley arched a brow as Heero worked on himself.]

You too? Here, let me look at the wound.

The more the merrier!

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[He couldn't help but look up at her longer than he should have.]

I'm fine. [He's going to be stubborn and insist on finishing his stitches.]

[eyesofafemsnake.livejournal.com]

Hey, hey, stop that. I can make that good as new for you.

[Oh yes, Heero's treated to a full on pout. Her crimson lower lip sticking out just enough to be very attractive.]

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

There's no need.

[It's a good thing he's got very good self control then. Normally, at least.]

[eyesofafemsnake.livejournal.com]

[She lets out an exasperated sigh.]

Look, mate. I don't offer up help often. Don't waste my uncharacteristic goodwill by being a stubborn arse.

[headingoff.livejournal.com]

...

Please, allow me. [ Allow what? A girl with healing magic should put it to use. ]

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

You don't have to.

[headingoff.livejournal.com]

I know I don't have to. But having powers for this gives me an advantage.

May I?

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[He takes a moment to consider her offer, looking at his arm.]

I was just about finished.

[headingoff.livejournal.com]

[ Her hands hover over, without touching. ]

Then let me put in the finishing touches.

[explains]

[You know when a man is going to the bar for a quiet drink and a moment's reflection he does not expect to see open self-surgery. Not that it particularly shocks or sickens Guy but, it's a little surprising.]

Hey. [You alright? Might be a stupid question.] Need a hand?

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

No. [He doesn't even bother to look up, pulling the suture through his skin again.]