vienuolika; action

[vytis]

A; outside 1333 Benny Road
[Lithuania makes a habit of checking the mail before work, so when it arrives he's already dressed to leave, flipping through letters while he finishes eating a bagel. The letter addressed to him doesn't bring any immediate worries--you get things back after events, right? Though he's not sure what could show up in an envelope...

There's a moment of recognition, and it shows in his eyes as he sees the photograph, wide and almost willing to bolt.

And then he hisses as the first scar carves its way back into his back. He balances unsteadily against the mailbox.]

B; 1333 Benny Road
[It's not like Lithuania to skip work for no reason, or to not be bustling around the house when he is home. But no, he's laying stomach-down on the couch, having not been able to make it into his room. He's hoping no one will notice him, and the girls will just go to school without comment.]

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[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

[She steps in to his side, holding his arm] I can afford to be late, I am sure my droned self went to school every day. Do you need anything?

[vytis]

[His smile is incredibly thin, even as he attempts it.]

R-really, don't worry, once I'm inside I can just wait for it to stop and after a little while it'll be okay...

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

I insist. [Voice is firm; she isn't backing down]

Would some tea help? I can make that...

[vytis]

[Well, he can only argue so much in this state.]

Alright, alright, tea would be-- [He makes a strangled noise--oh, he remembers that one, that one was particularly bad.]

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

[Her hands flutter nervously as she watches and she just sits him down and rushes to the kitchen. Water has never taken so long to boil]

[vytis]

[Luckily, she misses everything up to World War II while she's waiting. He's just going to be laying on the couch forever kthx.]

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

[She comes back with tea and some crackers she found and a few painpills if he'll take those]

I...I brought you some things.

[vytis]

[He sits up when she's back in the room, smiling as best he can.]

Thank you. You're sure I'm not troubling you?

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

You aren't, I promise. I brought some medicine if you'd like it...I don't know how you feel about that. [She sets it on the table and stands there fidgeting]

[vytis]

Thank you. [He takes it, though he's not sure how much painkillers will do with this kind of pain. Still, it will hardly hurt him, and she looks so worried.]

I promise it will go away, it's just a lot catching up with me at once.

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

What could you possible get back that would hurt so much...

[vytis]

Well, I didn't get them all at once at home, that's all.

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

...Is that really an answer?

[vytis]

[He just kind of laughs a bit awkwardly.

And then yelps again as the first of World War II hits him.]

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

Oh--[She reaches out and puts her hand on his arm] C-Can I help?

[vytis]

It's fine, it's-- [He hesitates--this next set isn't going to be much fun.]

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

[She hesitates and then takes his hand squeezing it] It's not fine is it?

[vytis]

[He smiles thinly.]

Don't be too startled--the next one's one of the worst ones.

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

It's...It's okay. [She smiles back hesitantly, keeping her grip on his hand]

[vytis]

[He can't help but cry out at this one, and it's the first one that shows up bloody, soaking the back of his shirt fairly quickly.]

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

[She clutches his hand so hard she's afraid she'll hurt him even more than he already is, but she can't help it. She can see the red blossoming over the shirt and she bites her lip, free hand reaching up to twist her ribbon anxiously] You're bleeding--what should I do?

[vytis]

[Lithuania digs his nails into the couch to stop from hurting her as another shows up.]

First aid kit--in the kitchen. A-and water, please.

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

[Koharu glanced toward the kitchen and stood, quickly rushing to find the first aid kit and grabbed a glass of water--then stopped for a beat and grabbed a bowl as well] I-um. I can clean it...

[vytis]

I'm sorry to impose...

[He takes his shirt off, revealing the lacework of scars on his back.]

[willbeurweapon.livejournal.com]

[She stops short and bites her lip, staring at the scars for a moment before she carefully starts wiping his back clean. At some point, she starts crying silently, washing the bandage out and making sure everything else is clean]