exnatura-archive ;   "I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec."

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         _{Given how unskilled and how little time she had ever spent in a kitchen and around such things it really wasn’t much of a surprise in the end. After all it wasn’t like she had the steadiest hand in that moment—when she was holding a pencil or a brush, surely her hand did not tremble, but that was not the case with kitchenware. Especially not knives apparently, as much as she wished that she had not discovered such an unpleasant sort of thing.}

                  _{Jerking her hand back quickly so as to avoid dripping any blood on the fruit that she had been trying to cut accurately she let out a small hiss and clutched onto the finger whose skin had been sliced. As she stared at the parted skin she felt her stomach twist slightly at the sight of the blood welling up and then dripping over the incision and running down her finger. The cut itself probably wasn’t very deep but it definitely stung and she tried to put pressure just beneath it, glancing towards the sink and drifting towards it, knowing that she needed to clean the wound out.}

         _{For just a moment she forgot of the other woman’s presence and jumped slightly when the brunette suddenly appeared by her side though she had been on the other side of the kitchen—not that it was a very large kitchen to begin with, but all the same. Aerith grabbed at her hand gently and turned is so that her green eyes could examine the cut thoroughly, and for a moment the blonde feared that she would use her magic to heal it. Not because she was afraid of the potential outcome, but rather because she did not want the woman to waste energy on such a trivial thing.}

         _{Luckily it seemed that no magic would be used and the woman helped her place her finger underneath the faucet and get the water running. Cold water rushed over it and the Nobody couldn’t help but wince at the stinging sensation that it caused, but she dutifully kept her finger underneath the constant flow of the water, only looking away when her companion wiped her hands and mentioned that there were bandages lying around. ”You don’t have to—“ the sentence was barely begun before she shut her mouth because, in the end, it would be easier to avoid it. And anyways, there was a chance that the cut could get infected, which was an outcome that she would prefer to avoid at all costs in the end.}

         _{When the woman reappeared next to her side Naminé shut off the water and grabbed a stray clean napkin to dab off the water, wincing slightly when she pressed just too hard against the cut, which still radiated a mild pain. Blood was still welling up in small pearls and she looked at Aerith as her hand was grasped gently and a cotton ball soaked in alcohol was pressed against the cut. The burning sensation increased exponentially but the blonde still tried to keep still, teeth gritting in response to the discomfort, and she was relieved when the pressure was taken off and the blood soaked cotton ball was tossed into the trash.}

                  _{Promptly a bandage was put over her finger and the adhesive clung to her skin effectively and she looked at it silently for a few moments before lifting her gaze to Aerith and smiling thankfully. Truly she was a disaster in the kitchen—it was a wonder that the brunette still insisted she helped, but then again it wasn’t like she was very good at cooking either, though Naminé would never tell her that up front—but she was glad for the attention given to her cut, even though it was such a minor sort of thing that was easily ignored.}

                                                               _{”Thank you, Aerith.”}