[The gauze pad doesn't take long to bleed through. Omi adds another on top of the first; for now, it's better not to move the first one lest it pull away the beginnings of any clotting with it. His work shirt is already ruined, but that's the least of his concerns.
It's still hard to believe what a disaster took place while he was obliviously serving sandwiches and tea to cat lovers. He works quietly, diligently, and keeps half an eye out for Sheryl, just in case she tries to come back in. He has to wonder if she's really all right, or if she's just putting forth a strong face because there isn't a choice right now.
Physically, of course, she's probably fine. It's the inside that he's concerned about: war was a traumatic experience. Witnessing so much violence, the stench of blood saturating the air and staining the ground and the bodies that litter it... Omi is desensitized to it by now. Most people never saw this kind of exposure, though. Sheryl wasn't a war veteran or a vigilante through murder as far as he knew-- she was a pop star. She got on a stage and sang and danced. He imagines that she deals with oceans of screaming fans and greedy producers and nosy journalists. It couldn't possibly prepare a person for this kind of massacre.
And yet still all she seems to be able to think about is helping others. She's tired, she's injured, her hair and clothes are a mess, but she isn't complaining. She just wants to take care of those even worse off. That kind of selflessness hits Omi hard. Not for the first time, he's reminded of a girl from his own world who once showed him there was much more to her than met the eye.
After a few minutes, he's done all he can for the shinki on the ground. The wound seems to have stopped bleeding and is heavily bandaged, and he's given her a blanket to help her stay warm despite the blood loss. Omi gathers up the kit of supplies and moves to the next close person in need of care, treating them for burns and a broken leg. At that point, he turns his attention back to Sheryl. He wants to make sure first that she's resting like she needs to, and second... to maybe get some sense of where she really stood on the point that most worried him about her.]
I think those two will be okay... How are you holding up?
/writes a novel
It's still hard to believe what a disaster took place while he was obliviously serving sandwiches and tea to cat lovers. He works quietly, diligently, and keeps half an eye out for Sheryl, just in case she tries to come back in. He has to wonder if she's really all right, or if she's just putting forth a strong face because there isn't a choice right now.
Physically, of course, she's probably fine. It's the inside that he's concerned about: war was a traumatic experience. Witnessing so much violence, the stench of blood saturating the air and staining the ground and the bodies that litter it... Omi is desensitized to it by now. Most people never saw this kind of exposure, though. Sheryl wasn't a war veteran or a vigilante through murder as far as he knew-- she was a pop star. She got on a stage and sang and danced. He imagines that she deals with oceans of screaming fans and greedy producers and nosy journalists. It couldn't possibly prepare a person for this kind of massacre.
And yet still all she seems to be able to think about is helping others. She's tired, she's injured, her hair and clothes are a mess, but she isn't complaining. She just wants to take care of those even worse off. That kind of selflessness hits Omi hard. Not for the first time, he's reminded of a girl from his own world who once showed him there was much more to her than met the eye.
After a few minutes, he's done all he can for the shinki on the ground. The wound seems to have stopped bleeding and is heavily bandaged, and he's given her a blanket to help her stay warm despite the blood loss. Omi gathers up the kit of supplies and moves to the next close person in need of care, treating them for burns and a broken leg. At that point, he turns his attention back to Sheryl. He wants to make sure first that she's resting like she needs to, and second... to maybe get some sense of where she really stood on the point that most worried him about her.]
I think those two will be okay... How are you holding up?