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Second Drop ❂ Action / Voice

[Crona has managed to stay out of the way of almost everyone since arriving. All one his own he's managed to find a place to sleep, where his clothes were, and where to find food to eat. All of which he normally does at night since almost nobody is wondering around the village at 3 in the morning.

He's even managed to keep Ragnarok as quiet as possible inside his head, though that could only last for so long. But today is the day he finally can't stand it anymore, and can actually be found around the village during normal daytime hours...starting at around nine-ish in the morning. While he is still trying to hide behind the trees, there are just some places he can't, and can be seen hurrying off to the woods.

Though not to many hours later, he's somehow mustered up the courage to speak over the journals.]

I uhm....oh no, this is bad...I-I sorry, but I might need some help.

...My head really hurts...

[That's all he wants to say. While he did manage to make it back to the village, he didn't make it where he wanted, and can be found laying in the middle of a pathway, looking like a bloody mess. (Or what looks like blood) His forearms have been sliced wide open, though the large cuts aren't bleeding at all, though rhwy look like they should.

Though that's not the big problem. The big problem is his face. It's extremely easy to see just about every vein since they are all pitch black. ]

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I didn't mean to upset or offend you. Especially right now, when you're hurt.

...You didn't...I don't think You did..

More importantly, are you feeling any better? [With some time, he seems to be calming some, but she'd rather ask to be sure.]

My head doesn't hurt as much anymore... [He'll take a look at his arms.] My arms are just bleeding a little..

Would you like me to bandage them? They should still be treated, and it won't take long.

[He'll think about it, before nodding. Usually he doesn't have to worry about things like that, but Ragnarok can't stop the bleeding completely.]

Can you walk awhile? Most of my supplies are in the clinic. I'll make do if you can't.

I can. [He'll even manage to stand up on his own...in an awkward looking way.]

[Ami scrambles to Crona's side.]

Here, lean your weight on me if it will help.

N-no, it's okay. [He can stand just fine...and doing that would be kind of awkward.]

[She stays close anyway, half ready to reach out to steady him if she has to at any point.]

The clinic is this way. We can go slowly.

[He'll just nod, and follow...and mostly just watching his arms.]

Once they're bandaged, you won't have to see the wounds, either. You can start to let them heal.

They usually heal just fine..

It will be quicker if it's taken care of properly. We're close now anyway.

[While he'd like to say that none of his wounds have ever really been taken care of, he'll just be quiet, and nod.]

[Ami gives Crono a smile meant to be reassuring.]

In all the confusion, I didn't get your name. What should I call you?

...My name's Crona.

I'm pleased to meet you. [The courtesy is perhaps a bit stiff, under the circumstances, but it's ingrained by long habit.]

[Crona just makes a small noise of acknowledgement. He doesn't have a clue of what to say.]

[The silence feels awkward, and she feels an odd urge to fill it, a compulsion to find something to say, anything.]

Are you feeling any better at all? [The initial attack seems passed..]

My head doesn't hurt anymore. [And his arms feel just fine...they are actually starting to annoy him just a little bit, since he isn't used to bleeding.

Good. Here we are- please come into the office. I have my basic supplies there.

Okay. [He'll go in, and be looking around at everything. He doesn't know what more than half of the stuff is.p

[It's OK: Ami does, and this is one of the rare situations in which she feels confident in herself. She leads Crona into the office, where a few chairs sit in front of the large desk.]

Please sit down. [With the invitation, she scans the shelves and brings down bandages and a tube of ointment.]

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