Damn Shinigami Moochers [Erika, Yuujin]

"It'll heal."

She said despite the fact he had told her to not say it. Shaoling wasn't beholden to him and they'd both fought of their own volition the consequences were her own. So Erika shifted in her spot and sighed, guess it did make sense that he'd not want her in his room. She'd be the same really if some stranger had crawled in and made themselves at home in her own space.

Well, actually she'd just fight them and force them out. The kid had been pretty forgiving all things considered.

"I won't pass out."

She said while standing up shakily and beginning to head towards the door though it was more like staggering than actually walking.

He watched her, his face slowly losing care for her situation the further she stumbled away. At some point, he just had a face that just said he's done with it all. This is dumb, and she's being dumb. It'd be rude to get in her way, but he's come to the conclusion that this woman isn't going to show her own body any ounce of care. Someone ought to, yeah? He's not really about to do this, is he? He can hear his own steps on the floor as he neared.

"Alright. As fun as that was to watch, let's get you off your feet before you end up falling and spilling your guts everywhere."

She's going to hate it. She might even hit him, but Yuujin knows his guest is in no condition to fight back, and that means she couldn't stop him from taking her by the arm, wrapping it around his shoulders, and dragging her back into his room.

"Change of plan," He grumbled as they reentered his abode. "You're going to sit, let me look at your wound, and make sure it's actually treated properly. Then, I'm going to bring you something to sip on or whatever."

The vice-captain bared her teeth a little bit when she felt him grab her arm, certainly fulfilling his guess and trying to go to hit him though the sudden turning of her body left her head spinning and the sharp pain in her gut and back brought some more blood to her mouth and slipping down her chin.

"It's fine..."

Though there was no resistance as he led her back to where she had just left from.

"I just need to apply some kaido when I recover some more."

She muttered in protest at his attempts to help her. How humiliating though she should count her lucky stars, had she not just fought a captain-class opponent in what was a close dance with death. The shinigami could've had it much worse than this.

"You're not going to recover without taking care of yourself. You can heal physical wounds with that stuff just fine, but it'll still take a toll on you."

Luckily, the med kit she refused is still on the floor, so he went about scourging through it. First, some actual bandages will help, and he's sure he can make use of the gel and alcohol to clean her up a bit. For a second, he pondered the idea of having to see her disrobed again, but that thought quickly came and went as he focused more on helping her. He's not that much of a pansy to lose to a woman's body, especially not one as small as hers with a large, glaring, circular issue through it.

"Alright. Take off your outfit and let me see that hole again. I know a thing or two about this stuff."

It bothered her a little bit to go along with his way. Erika's habit of recovery was more like a dog that hid away and licked its wounds before coming back rather than have anyone help her through injury. Here she was though and she wasn't really in any position to resist short of beating him up for no reason, it would be a meaningless act in her head so it was easier to just go along with his way at the moment.

"Whatever."

She muttered and took her top off, the shihakusho's top being tossed on the ground and the ruined white undertop was wrapped around her stomach with no small amount of blood around the wound in her stomach.

His nose shriveled as his eyes closed. He's definitely not going to compliment her on how she smells. If anything, he has a strong desire to say she stinks. Doing something like that isn't going to help though, so he kept the comment to himself and went to work.

First, he put on some gloves and walked up to her, grabbing the crap of a bandage she salvaged, throwing the bloody thing into a disposable bag. Seeing that hole in her stomach again made his own groan in protest. He's not disgusted or anything, but the sight of it annoyed the Hell out of him. However, it did allow for him to see her better, and he can tell she's definitely the type to see this as just a little inconvenience.

"I guess now's the perfect time to exchange names, huh? Just call me Yuujin."

Small talk as he took a wet wipe and started cleaning up the blood staining her stomach, yeah? He has to fill the awkwardness in the air with something, yeah?

"Do you always wait until you've undressed a girl to give her your name?"

She jabbed at him though the feeling of his work made her bite her lip and wince. Next time she would come out on top and not have all these wounds for her trouble, though that was the trouble when you gave up defence and recklessly pursued victory at all costs with nothing but overwhelming force.

"...It's Erika."

Staring at the ceiling to distract herself as she gave it, just because she didn't really care about the whole exchanging of pleasantries she was going to share her name. It was just a matter of her honour that since he had introduced himself then she'd return the gesture in kind.

"I'll try not to make a habit of it," He responded, thinking about how her name didn't exactly match the type of woman she is.

If he heard Erika, he'd have thought of a brunette with a mature but nice personality. She'd probably have made him tea or something, and they'd be having a nice conversation about books. Reality instead has him doing this, and Erika just had to help by making him hyperaware of their current situation. By the way, the sudden pain she'd feel is because he just applied some alcohol around her wound now. He's unsure if Shinigami could catch an infection from something like this; especially considering how they can heal themselves, but he's not taking any chances.

"What'd you like to drink, by the way. Mr. Kisuke keeps a lot of stuff here."

Keeping her eyes at the ceiling, Erika's face shifted between pained and uncomfortable. His work on her stomach occasionally got a groan out of her as much as she tried to avoid making it apparant. She didn't like to make her own pain or weaknesses obvious, that was the benefit about hiding away and licking her wounds in her own privacy.

It really fit the namesake of the flower that she was named after as much as Yuujin thought that she didn't match it.

"Water."

She was simple, what did he think she was going to ask to drink? Especially when she knew that it was coming from the pockets of Urahara himself.

"Water? Alright. Not the one for the heavy stuff, huh?"

He didn't expect her to ask for anything like that anyway. She didn't seem the alcoholic sort. He probably would have wanted something heavier after having his stomach impaled and stuff, but that's just him. Not like he's much of a drinker anyway. Shaoling would chew him out if he gets a hangover. But, with that said, he's pretty much done cleaning her wound. All that's left is to apply some gel to help keep the bleeding down, and that didn't take long at all. Erika would just feel something quite cold on her stomach before Yuujin moved back and removed his gloves.

"I just got to wrap you up now," He'd state while putting on some new gloves and getting the bandages. This part took only about a minute with him concealing her wound tightly, but not too tightly. Honestly, he pondered if this was alright to do. She'd have to reapply this sort of treatment again the next day, and the day after this, if she wants to make sure nothing happens to her wound, and he doubts she would if someone isn't holding her hand. Well, either way, she looks way better than before, and he's somewhat proud of doing a good job.