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“Oi oi oi oi oi— that hurts like a bitch! Fuckin— stop being such a little sh—!”
“You’re the one who’s gotta stop convulsing, Dice!! You’re making my job, like, waaaay harder than it’s gotta be!”
Dice and Ramuda had been bickering for about 3 minutes straight at that point, Ramuda with a knife in his hand and another hand inside Dice’s gut, and Dice just trying not to pass out and/or cry and flinch in the process.
In all fairness, it was Dice’s fault that he was stuck in this situation… again. He owed money to shady people, and no way he was going to actually gamble to get it all back, because that sure wasn’t surefire in any way, he knew that well enough despite his addiction.
No, instead he went to his team leader… who promptly decided that no, he wasn’t going to lend him money, but that he still had a few extra nonvitals he could give away! Of course that's what Ramuda suggested. Of course.
Not like Dice could object though, haha! Pretty presumptuous of anyone to think such a thing.
Ramuda shifted his hand inside of him another little bit, to which Dice wholeheartedly recoiled, and it earned him slap.
“Oh my god— stop blaming me! Fuck, you cut my cheek!” He complained, bringing one of his shaky hands up to rub over the newly cut slash adorning his face right under one of his eyes.
“Sorry, sorry! Jeeeez, if you’d stop moooooving, maybe I wouldn’t have doooone thaaaat.” Ramuda elongated all of his words as he worked, the hints of exasperation in his voice not matching his squeaky tone much at all.
It took a while of this back and forwarding for anything even remotely productive to happen, but at least the process was sped up somewhere in the middle when Dice let out one last curse before passing out. It left Ramuda at some liberty to take a bit more time, being a little more careful as he felt around his teammates insides one last time before finally gripping onto something he knew wasn’t going to adversely affect him to lose.
Removing it was another ordeal, but something Ramuda also did with care.
He felt more than content with himself when he got out his little Questionable Medic’s Kit and finally was able to stitch everything closed, and even more of a grin made its way onto his face when he managed to cover it all with gauze and hello kitty bandaids.
Yup! He’d done good work today!
But fuck if he was getting Dice out of his tub. Nuh-uh. No way this wreck of a man was sleeping on his couch or anything. He deserved the back pain for being a dummy on top of everything else!
… Ramuda really couldn’t admit to himself he wasn’t strong enough to carry him.
He’d have to ask Samatoki for a favor or something. He wasn’t letting Dice get up on his own tomorrow morning.
He scratched his head, pulling a cigarette out of his back pocket as he exited his bathroom and dumped the gloves he’d used. The balcony was going to feel way less claustrophobic.