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WHO: OPEN
WHERE: The Clinic
WHEN: Yesterday through the end of the week
WARNINGS: to be added
SUMMARY: Aftermath log! People are hurt, other people help them out.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, then whatever afterwards. Remember to tag in what day your thread takes place on!

The clinic's unusually busy. There's still a steady stream of people coming in with injuries, and everyone's working like crazy. The sound of footsteps is heavy and constant, and the scent of blood is in the air more strongly than usual. Hospital beds have been moved into every avaliable space, so the hallways are crowded. To keep track of all these people, there's enough paperwork beig shuffled around to bury a small elephant, and keeping supplies in stock has been a challenge.

The front desk has a woman directing different people where they need to go. The waiting room is full, but there's a steady trickle of people moving out of it and into hospital beds. And the staff break room has a steady supply of coffee going. The clinic may be running on too little staff, too little sleep, and too many injuries, but it's definitely still running.

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Though he isn't really staff any more (or at least doesn't consider himself as such, since he's just he housecalls person), Bakura still only uses the staff entrance. Even though he can't mentally manage helping out the patients, despite being able to heal, he still wants to help and will often stop by to drop off meals and snacks for those who are working.

So he's knocking at the door, delivery of about 20 box lunches on hand. Unlike his normal deliveries, this week's boxes are all the same: sweet potato rice with cooked vegetables and chicken katsu. Easy to make and easy to make in a large batches!

Someone want to let him in?

Yukina had been sound asleep, with her head on her arms on a lunch table. It took several knocks before she finally budged.

"Hmm?" Realizing she'd heard knocks at the door, she got up wearily to check and see who it was that needed to be let in.

"...hello," she greeted, expression and voice making it fairly apparent that she'd just been asleep. She was starting to get bags under her eyes, too, and her complexion was a little paler than normal. After finding out about Yusuke's death, she'd thrown herself fully into healing as her method of coping. As a result, Yukina had not been sleeping much.

Bakura was starting to get the feeling he should be bringing pillows with him as well, first Rikki and now Yukina...

But he put on a warm smile and said nothing. Pointing out the obvious wouldn't help and he was sure that like most people, if he suggested she go home and sleep, it would be just brushed off. It seemed to be a pretty common stubbornness with those working in the healing profession, after all.

"Hello, Yukina-chan! I brought lunches for everyone! Would you like one?"

"Oh, that would be wonderful, thank you," said Yukina. Bakura's cheer was a welcome lift after seeing so many people in pain.

Although some part of her knew she needed to get some real rest soon, eating well had seemed to help with maintaining her energy reserves. All the practice she had gotten also made her more adept at using her spirit energy efficiently for healing, too.

Bakura smiled, carefully setting his load down on the table and opening the bag, carefully pulling out a stack of bento boxes. He handed her one with a blue flower pattern on it with a smile. "There should be utensils in the jar by the sink. If there isn't, I can go wash some for you," he offered. He really didn't expect anyone to do much more than rinse things off when done, with how busy everything was.

"How are you holding up? It's still pretty busy out there, isn't it?" he asked, tying his hair back and rolling up his sleeves as he headed to the sink to start cleaning up.

"Oh, it's very pretty," she said, looking at the bento box appreciatively before opening it and examining what sort of utensils were available. She was hungry enough that she was tempted to eat the food with her hands, but she wasn't going to do anything so uncivilized in front of others unless the food in question was finger food.

Fortunately, there were clean utensils to eat with. It seemed absurd to ask Bakura to wash something for her when she was capable of doing it herself.

"It is very busy still, yes," said Yukina. "I'm certainly getting a lot of practice. I've been learning more about medicine, too."

Bakura nodded. "Aaa, that's helpful!" he smiled, reaching into a bin by the sink and pulling out the previous day's bento boxes. Most of them were pretty well cleaned, only a few that needed a rewash. He nodded to himself, turning on the water and starting to wash up the others and the other few dishes in the sink. "I've been thinking of maybe taking an anatomy class in university in fall, to see if that'll help. Especially since I use a lot of visualization!"

He'd always been too stressed and exhausted to really learn much when he had been working at the clinic past how many heals he could cast before he needed to rechange his MP.

"Would the classes have books written in Japanese?" Yukina asked. "I can speak and understand English, but I can't read or write it at all. I have to use the translator on my communicator all the time."

It was somewhat tempting to shovel the food into her mouth, but that also wasn't appropriate around others. Yukina ate quickly, but in small dainty little bites.

"The food is quite good, by the way," she added. "Thank you for sharing it."

"I don't think so, I think they're all in English. Though you might be able to find one at one of the Japanese bookstores! And if you'd like, I can help you with written English. If you already know the words, getting the written is pretty easy!" Bakura smiled.

"Aa, thank you!" he smiled. "I was a little worried since there are a lot of people I'm cooking for this week so I'm going with really simple things I can do in bulk easily. I'm glad it still came out good!"

"I would be very grateful if you could teach me how to read and write English," said Yukina. "I learned to speak it because of the people who lived near the island I grew up on...but I never had a reason to learn how to read and write in the language until I got here."

Bakura gave a nod, smiling as he finished washing up the dishes. "Suddenly having to use English for most of the things you do really helps you learn, just out of necessity!" He carefully dried his hands on a nearby towel before heading back to the table to sit down near where Yukina was. "Just let me know when you have some free time and I'd be happy to help."

"Hopefully things will quiet down soon," said Yukina. "I'm glad to be able to help but it's a bit exhausting."

A 'bit' was an understatement, but Yukina knew that if she admitted to just how tired she really was, she'd probably be urged to go home and rest. As pleasant as that sounded, she couldn't rest in good conscience until people were at least mostly better.

"The food you've shared helps, though," she added. "As long as I eat well, I can handle all the healing."

"I hope so too!" Bakura agreed. "And I'm glad it helps! I'm sort of a little envious of you for that, being able to handle things like this," he admitted with a small smile. "Having so many people in need of so much in one place like that..." He shook his head with a rueful smile.

"I...although my home was a peaceful place, there were other places in my world that weren't so peaceful," explained Yukina. "Fighting tournaments were the number one type of entertainment. Although most people are still good people - it's just when some of the bad ones decided to use their powers for greed and intimidation..."

She shook her head. She didn't know how people could mistake having money and being frightening for earning actual respect. There was more to it than that, but it seemed to be a common flaw shared by unpleasant people from multiple worlds.

Bakura looked down slightly, giving a small nod. "It's always that sort of person that takes something like that and turns it into something far more serious than it should be," he said softly, idly tracing the scar on the back of his hand, eyes distant. "So I guess you're already used to this sort of thing, then," he smiled, pulling out of his thoughts and looking back at her.

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