[h3][Color=SkyBlue][U]Gen Itoshi[/U][/Color][/h3]
[i]Friday, May 1[sup]st[/sup], 2015 – Golden Week[/i]

[i]Warakuma Shopping Complex[/i]

Eh? EH?! Gen could not believe it. This guy, [i]this guy[/i] was casually talking and paying no heed to his bleeding fingers. As though they did not exist. If they did not hurry, he could lose them! Wait, that was not possible... was it? Maybe Gen should stop thinking about it and help. [Color=SkyBlue]"Yeah, let's hurry! Let's go!"[/Color] Gen urged Rikimaru forward by pushing him slightly forward. The pharmacy was not far, and it was not big, so finding what he needed would be easy as pie. Oh, now Gen was hungry. Great timing, stomach!

[Color=SkyBlue]"We're here."[/Color] They were there. The glass window doors slided swiftly and Gen brought them in. The cashier greeted them with a monotone "Welcome!" and went back to tending her post. She probably frowned at Rikimaru's wounds, but Gen did not pay attention. [Color=SkyBlue]"Here!"[/Color] She chanted, victorious. It was just gauze, but he held it as though it was the balm of the Gods. [Color=SkyBlue]"Is it getting infected? We should probably look for something to disinfect it?"[/Color] Oh no, the pressure was making him nervous! Gen looked back at Rikimaru's eyes, which was kind of the only part of his face he could look at, and asked him: [Color=SkyBlue]"Will this do, or do you use anything else?"[/Color]