Forceful Forfaiture [PvT / Marcia]

Vanessa had just finished a late shift. She wasn't too fond of those; usually, she was an early to bed, early to rise kind of gal. But one did not always get what one wanted and so this evening, she was venturing home after the graveyard shift. The streets of K-town were fairly empty, not a soul in sight. Or that was how it had been for a fair proportion of her walk back. She had seen a figure up ahead and had instinctively crossed the road but as she drew closer she sensed something amiss. Drawing her scarf tighter around herself, and removing her Supaa Yuki name badge from her chest to protect her anonymity, she cautiously approached the feminine looking person who seemed to be somewhat distressed.

She was slumped down and- Oh... Oh gosh. Nessa quickly hurried forward. Blood. Blood everywhere. She blinked several times, the girl's face was caught by the lurid streetlight. She was beautiful. She paused for several moments, caught in Yeong's beauty as she sat there bleeding, before she realized that she was bleeding out on the floor. She hurried forward, lines of concern etched in her face. She took off her work's jacket and hurriedly placed it upon the wound.

"Oh my god are you okay?" she asked, with horror and concern filling her voice. She fumbled about in her pocket, looking for her mobile.

When the woman tried to get to her feet, Nessa would hold her down. She was in no fit state to be going anywhere. She would bleed out and die. In her attempts to get up, she dropped the jacket. Ness scowled and pressed it back into her stomach, pressing it back into the floor. What was wrong with this girl? Here she was, wounded and she was trying to just walk away! In all likelihood she had gone into shock, and couldn't really comprehend what was really happening. Yet she demanded that she wasn't taken for proper medical care, and demanded that the police were not involved. To Nessa, that said that there was some criminal undertone to what was going on. She didn't want anyone asking any questions. That meant that she in all likelihood wouldn't answer if Ness asked what had happened to her. She frowned. What to do? She couldn't exactly not help this girl... But if she was beyond help.

Also strange was her accent. Ness spoke in Osaka-ben, which sounded a little weird for the area, but this girl sounded like she wasn't a native Japanese speaker. Ness didn't want to harbour criminals, especially not if it would draw more people to her house... Illegal immigrants was even worse. But her conscience stopped her from simply leaving this girl to die from exposure or something, then she would be in trouble.

"Let me see the cut." she said, authoritatively. She would move the jacket and pull open further whatever rip there was in the girl's clothes to examine the cut. She wasn't far from her house now, maybe she would be able to take the girl back.

Ness rolled her eyes at the hissing and teeth baring. This girl seemed to think she was some sort of... Neko-onna. Why did it seem that everyone around here was inflicted with "8^th graders' syndrome"? Ness was getting tired as all hell of people who thought they were spirits or ghosts or monsters or whatever. Those were the kind of games she hadn't played since she was a young child. The real world was terrible enough as is, why did people have to go round making up all those imagined evils?

Either way, she looked at the cut. Shallow enough that she wasn't dead already but deep enough that there was blood everywhere. Oh boy. And she said that she didn't want to go to a hospital? Ness had a bottle of methylated spirit at home, and a sewing kit... Was she really considering doing bad homebrew surgery when she had very little to dull the pain with on a total strnger? Why didn't she just call the damn authorities? Why did she not want the police, she just seemed like a little girl.

"You're going to bleed out, silly girl." she said, starkly. "I have half a mind to just call the police, I'm not getting prosecuted because you don't like hospitals, or whatever." Ness told her stubbornly.

This woman was quite cattish it seemed. She was shaking her head now, and speaking in Korean, which Nessa really didn't understand at all hardly, except perhaps for a few words. Ness raised a single eyebrow. Yeah, sure lady, whatever, she thought. Starting slightly as Yeong threw her head back, Ness went to stop her hurting herself but it appeared she was merely thinking. It was then the key words came. No medical insurance, huh? Huff. And it was just as likely that she was some kind of illegal immigrant to boot. Either way Nessa couldn't let her just die, that would be even more questions than anything else. As long as she didn't explicitly ask whether or not this girl was an immigrant, she had plausible deniability. Some girl, doesn't speak much Japanese, injured and no insurance? It was totally reasonable not to just make assumptions. But she had to do something to stop the girl dying.

"Right, come on. I don't live far, I'll fix you up." she said, forcefully. She wrapped an arm around the girl's waist. "Hold on. And keep pressing that jacket into your stomach." she commanded. Ness was good in a crisis, everyone she knew told her that. It would only be a couple minutes. Luckily the lift in her building had been fixed recently, so they wouldn't have to tackle stairs.

"Yes yes, it's painful." she responded to the girl's mutterings. She'd laughed, for some ungodly reason that Ness couldn't quite fathom. Luckily she did as Ness told her, and soon the two were making steady progress down the road. She could feel the girl's firm grip; she really was in a lot of pain. Ness was able to take the weight. She didn't weigh much at all and Ness was strangely very fit and buff. She hardly did any exercise, and so it bemused her that she had such a powerful physique and toned abs. She was easily stronger than even most of her male acquaintances, except almost certainly for Alex. It had even been repeatedly noted during her job at the Super Yuki that she could lift and stack things that were deemed too heavy for most other colleagues. Since she had moved east, however, she had noticed slightly that her muscle mass ever so slowly was decreasing and her initially perfectly toned abs had started to fade to softness. She had to be careful that she didn't lay about too much and get fat.

Either way it didn't take long for them to get to Ness's building. The girl murmured something else in Korean, and Ness didn't understand it at all. She looked down at the girl with her weird fakeo neko ears and everything. What a strange kid. She looked like she was still college age, whereas Ness was getting to "christmas cake" status. With her free hand, she tapped her key card, and would prop open the door with a foot, practically lifting the girl over the threshold.

"Sorry that probably hurt. I don't speak Korean either, and my accent is probably a nightmare for you." It was true. Nessa spoke in this Osaka-ben, foreigners who learned Tokyo Japanese always had a tough time of understanding what exactly she was saying. She hit the lift button, wondering if there would be some way to get the girl not to scream when she started trying to make her better.

Shit. That was a lot of blood. Ness was going to have to work quickly. The girl slumped more and more in her arms, and she practically dragged her into the lift, picking up the jacket and pressing it back on the wound. They were nearly there at this juncture so it didn't matter quite so much if she got crud in it. The floors were all pretty tidy in this building anyway. She tapped the button to go up to her floor irritably, and waited several moments for the doors to shut. It was a pretty sleepy place so she didn't exactly expect to come across anyone, she never usually did.

"Nearly there." she cooed. Hopefully she would be able to get some more sense out of her when she wasn't delirious from blood loss, shock, and pain. Arm still wrapped slightly around the girl's waist, Ness pulled her to the door, into which she slid her key before entering, pulling the girl behind her. She luckily kept the place very tidy, and was able to go and fetch some towels onto which she placed the girl. She began boiling some water, and fetching things, hoping that she wouldn't try and move and make a mess everywhere. This was already going to be a pain to clear up.

In total, Ness fetched: a large pan of boiling water (and a camping stove to put it on), several fresh cloths, her sewing kit, a brightly labelled bottle of methylated spirits, some codeine and ibuprofen, her torch-lighter, and a big glass of water. She would return to the girl and prop her head up with a pillow.

"Here, take two of these and four of these." she said, popping pills out of their wrappers and handing them to the girl along with the glass of water. Ness would help her if need be. Afterwards, she set to work. She wasn't totally sure how this went, but she had read online encyclopaedia articles about sutures, and she knew a fair amount of stuff about medicine, something about her ex maybe having done first aid, or being... Was she a doctor? Perhaps it was that. She seemed to remember a white lab coat.

She placed the things down near the girl, and ensured the pot was boiling. She then placed the needle in the pot. Leaving the needle to boil, she retrieved a significant length of thread; it was a tough artificial thread, and began soaking it in the methylated spirit. Ensuring it was soaked, the then placed it too in the boiling water, before retrieving the needle from the water. The metal had gone soft, and using her pliers and tweezers, she was able to cut the rounded point off, and reduce it in size, curving it as she knew suture needles were curved. She then soaked the needle in methylated spirits and dipped it into the boiling water before removing it and the thread and placing them delicately on a clean cloth.

She took a second cloth and pressed it into the girl's mouth. This was going to be painful, and she didn't want her to bite her tongue, and if at all possible, she didn't want her to scream.

"This is going to hurt a lot. Please bite this cloth, and do not scream." she warned, before soaking yet another cloth in methylated spirits, and wiping the wound. There would be an unbearable stinging pain as the alcohols killed all of the bacteria in and around the wound, but also burned the exposed flesh. Once the wound was clean, Nessa turned back to her needle and threaded it.

"Again, this will be painful." she warned, before pinching the newly cleaned wound together with her fingers, and piercing the skin either side with the suture. Ordinarily there ought to be some kind of local anaesthetic, but Ness didn't have that; she wasn't a doctor. And so she merely tried to work as efficiently as possible, closing the wound in neat little cross stitches that would ensure that it didn't burst open without warning.

"Shush, shush, shut up you little dummy." Ness hissed at Yeong. The girl was going to get her in heaps of trouble if she wasn't quiet. She seemed to be writhing, jeez what the hell was wrong with her. Did she realize how goddamn hard this was!? Even with all the wriggling and writhing, by putting sufficient pressure on the girl to give her a stable grip on the wound, Nessa managed to sew the whole thing up. She just hoped to god that she hadn't missed anything in the wound or that there was no internal bleeding or anything of the sort. It didn't appear so, luckily the cut had missed all of the girl's organs.

When Ness was done she let out a sigh and leaned backwards, cutting the thread and tying the end neatly. That was tiring, she could never be a real surgeon. She turned the stove off and took a few moments to just breathe and gather her bearings.

"There, all done." she said, rubbing her eyes. God she was so tired. "The painkillers should kick in soon, and you'll feel better. At some point when your wound's started to heal you'll have to cut that thread out, that'll also hurt like a bitch. I'll get you a camp bed and you can stay on the floor." she offered, struggling to her feet, and pottering around to put her things away.

The girl tried to get up as Nessa tidied. Ohh no. Clearly Yeong didn't understand the precarity of the situation she was in. Ness wasn't going to have her wandering around in the streets where she'd catch hypothermia. She was still in shock and she needed time for her body to actually start healing that wound. If she leapt out into the big wide world straight away more than likely it would get infected, and she would die. She hadn't gone to all the trouble of stitching her up just to let her die now, oh boy.

"Oh no you don't." she said strictly, with a gentle pressure pushing Yeong back down. "You move, you die." she said, darkly. Yeong would understand that, she assumed. "I'll tie you up if I have to." she warned. Ness wasn't beyond doing that either, in case Yeong wanted to try and be belligerent. No matter how big and strong she thought she was ordinarily, Ness was the one in control here. She finished putting things away, slowed down occasionally whenever she had to stop Yeong from getting up. She would give the fullbringer her bed, as it wouldn't do to have her sleeping on the floor, and it wasn't like Nessa had to work tomorrow anyway.

"Come on, let's get you to bed." she said, strictly.

The shock finally seemed to wear off Yeong, and she began bawling, curling herself up and shivering. Nessa frowned. She needed to get this girl to bed. Picking her up in a bridal carry, ensuring to support her back and most importantly her stomach, Nessa tread her way towards her bedroom. Yeong would feel Nessa's firm muscles pressing against her body, the light grip of her soft fingers underneath her thighs and back, a thumb of each hand stroking reassuringly. Yeong was only small, and as such it was with ease that Nessa threaded her way to the bedroom, and gently placed Yeong on the bed, peeling back the covers. She clambered in after the girl, and wrapped her arms tightly around her upper body, pulling Yeong's arms around herself. This wasn't merely a cuddle for the sake of it, she wanted to try and calm the girl down and stop her from curling up, as she was at major risk of ripping open all of her stitches if she curled up due to the precarious nature of her wound. So Nessa cooed and hushed her, hoping that at least she could get her to not kill herself by ripping her stomach wound open and bleeding out everywhere.