akaikujixyaku:

Eheh. He looked so very professional, it was unlike most of her more recent encounters with him. They were friends, after all, and for the most part their career goings about hadn’t collided. Arguably because she’d not let him in on most of her actual business until, perhaps, now. He’d done this before, perhaps? Maybe with KID, perhaps even himself if he’d been caught in the line of fire. She didn’t doubt that he had. This was, after all, the famous Meitantei she was once too petrified to talk to. “About as calm as I can." She assured him, wincing as she was moved, before ultimately releasing the tension in her shoulders and trying to settle into the blanket, sighing a long breath out through her lips.

"I hope that isn’t your best suit, but it shouldn’t disturb you any more to know that I could get the stains out, once this is wrapped up." It was a half-joking phrase that was meant to cover her fear, and guilt over his having to work around, and essentially in, her blood. It mortified her beyond means to acknowledge how much she’d lost- ugh. How did this look to him? Never alluding to a very exciting day-to-day, happy to meet him for coffee or talk about a case he was on, and suddenly one evening dropping ‘oh hey i’ve been shot you mind taking care of me?’. He had a divorce between his surprise and his temperament, not letting it taint his calmness and emotions, but she knew it must have been a bit of a sting.

"…I am sorry. For. Springing this on you. It’s not exactly how I wanted to tell you, but..

I’m glad, that of everyone who could have called, that you did, Hakuba-kun… Akira’s going to throw an absolute fit when she finds out. If she finds out. She’ll find out, what am I saying." She flinched again to steady her spinning head, and stifled a cough before it fully surfaced, the gradual rise and fall of her chest stunting in that moment. "…Anyways…”

“Please don’t worry about the suit; I’ve got a professional dry cleaner that I take all of my work clothes to and they’re very good at their job.” Really, getting blood on his expensive clothing wasn’t unusual at all. “Not that I would be opposed to your help, of course, but… that’s an issue for later, Himura-kun.”

The detective smiled, amused in his distanced, business-like manner, and turned back to his bag. “You’re fortunate that I listened to the prompting to call you. I almost didn’t because I didn’t wish to disturb you." 

He pulled from the bag a sealed bottle of water, a suture kit, sterilizing supplies, and a small towel. The towel is what he used first, opening the bottle and dampening it in one corner, setting to work to clean the area so he could see just what he was dealing with. Four points of entry. Evidence of shrapnel. Hakuba frowned, looking back to the girl’s face, noting her pale color.

"I see you’ve managed to get some of the metal out… Do you know if you got it all?”

It was a test to see if he could truly trust her judgment or if he should just do as he normally would have proceeded. After all, he didn’t want to step on her clearly professional toes.