It had taken Yugi a while to disengage from Bakura without being suspicious, and even longer to find the Nurse's office. The cut on his arm had only gotten worse in its throbbing, but something about it had made him paranoid, not wanting anyone to see.
Probably because getting knifed in a school was not exactly a common occurrence.
Either way, after having to resort to taking supplies from the nurse's office (and leaving her a note that said he'd find a way to repay her), he had managed to find an empty bathroom to duck into. Really, he would've rather returned to his dorm and fixed it there, but the pain in his arm was getting a bit unbearable, and the arm was getting stiff to boot. At least in the bathroom he wasn't likely to be bothered, so it hadn't been too big a deal to toss his jacket and shirt over one of the sinks and check out his arm.
It... looked bad, to be honest. It thankfully hadn't bled too much, so just keeping his arm out of sight had worked to hide the stains, but it looked like this was worse than he thought.
He entertains the idea of going to the nurse for a moment, then shakes it off. Something about her makes him nervous, and besides, he already got the bandages and everything.
Might as well get to work, though the moment he starts trying to wash it out he can't bite back the whimper at the pain. Oh, this is going to be bad...]
Later...
It had taken Yugi a while to disengage from Bakura without being suspicious, and even longer to find the Nurse's office. The cut on his arm had only gotten worse in its throbbing, but something about it had made him paranoid, not wanting anyone to see.
Probably because getting knifed in a school was not exactly a common occurrence.
Either way, after having to resort to taking supplies from the nurse's office (and leaving her a note that said he'd find a way to repay her), he had managed to find an empty bathroom to duck into. Really, he would've rather returned to his dorm and fixed it there, but the pain in his arm was getting a bit unbearable, and the arm was getting stiff to boot. At least in the bathroom he wasn't likely to be bothered, so it hadn't been too big a deal to toss his jacket and shirt over one of the sinks and check out his arm.
It... looked bad, to be honest. It thankfully hadn't bled too much, so just keeping his arm out of sight had worked to hide the stains, but it looked like this was worse than he thought.
He entertains the idea of going to the nurse for a moment, then shakes it off. Something about her makes him nervous, and besides, he already got the bandages and everything.
Might as well get to work, though the moment he starts trying to wash it out he can't bite back the whimper at the pain. Oh, this is going to be bad...]