Figures he would. Oh well, it wasn’t exactly the most practical plan to get someone to take their pants off. Honestly that wasn’t the intention of her saying so at all, but if quietly musing over private innuendo kept her cool, it was worth the shot. Haha. Shot. Wait no wrong train of thought, that’s definitely the opposite of distraction. “I think it’s funny how saying ‘don’t worry’ almost never makes someone stop worrying. Like ever." Seriously, when was the last time someone said ‘Oh don’t worry about it! Haha’ and you didn’t follow up their words by immediately going ‘oh shit they’re mad oh no i screwed this up oh no did i leave the tv on did I schedule the recording for say yes to the dress tonight shit i didn’t did i’. Well maybe he doesn’t worry about say yes to the dress, but still.
The prompting to call her. Hm. Being friends with a telepath immediately opened the doors to speculating that he’d come to for a slight empathic connection over the past few months with her, but honestly, she hoped, and it was more likely, just the mysterious, fickle thing called “fate” that came to save her this time. “Hakuba-kun, the odds of you ever disturbing me are very slim, at least when it comes to talking to me. I’m dreadful at starting conversations, but I feel very assured when others check up on me, or tell me about their day, yada yada, boring little details.
I’m kind of like a fifties housewife. I get excited to answer the phone and clean to keep myself occupied. Except. Y’know. The whole getting shot thing, I don’t know if that’s considered part of the stereotype." See even now she wasn’t very swell at making small talk. At least now she could sensibly blame some serious stressors for the fumbling.
"Ah- yes, I took care not to rest until I was certain all of the debris had been extracted— I was in the midst of contemplating how to best cauterize the wounds when the hypovolemic shock set in.
Needless to say, I didn’t get very far." And to be honest, she wasn’t very keen on her idea for stopping the bleeding, either. It was a survivalist fix that most would resort to when it came down to no other option- her lighter was in her pocket, so it wouldn’t have taken much travel to do so. Pop off the rod from the towel rack, put the flame to the metal until it’d become borderline malleable in heat, apply to wound…
She’d had to burn another, similar gash shut before. Don’t try it kiddies. Ever.
Ever. "I didn’t exactly trust my hands for stitching at the time, either.”
The small talk and details were encouraging, and they satisfied the detective for the time being. Hakuba removed a good deal of blood, both dried and fresh, from the area, and considered strategic maneuvers for the procedure at hand.
“If it’s all the same to you, I’ll suture the wounds. This particular kit isn’t equipped for cauterizing, though I could manage in a pinch…” Honestly, though, it wasn’t something that he enjoyed doing. The scent of burnt flesh just… Well, Hakuba didn’t like to deal with when it was avoidable.
From the bad he withdrew a compact of phials and a pouch of individually wrapped needles. Hakuba looked to Emi’s face to offer a faint smile as he prepared his tools, selecting one of the glass tubes and setting it aside, then tearing open one of the packets.
“Oh and I should ask… have you had anything for the pain yet, and are you allergic to any medications that you are aware of?"
Really, if it weren’t for the very high probability of early burnout, Saguru could have been a fine doctor. At least for a very short time.