After letting my thoughts run wild for a while, Yuihama crouched down, opened the first-aid kit, and took out a whole pile of supplies.
"All right, loner boy, stick your foot out."
She patted the ground.
"Uh, a little injury like this doesn't—"
Before I could finish, Yuihama, crouching in front of me, puffed out her cheeks, hugged her knees, and glared up at me without saying a word. Apparently, there was no room for negotiation.
At this point, I could only obediently stick out my foot... partly because it really did hurt, and I at least wanted it bandaged.
"...Sorry. Then I'll leave it to you."
"Okay!"
For some reason, Yuihama looked delighted. She nodded energetically, humming as she quickly pulled out the medical supplies. Disinfectant, bandages, ointment, adhesive strips. And BAND-AID, CUTBAN, Sabio... Uh, those were all just bandages. What were the adhesive strips and ointment for?
Feeling uneasy, I watched as Yuihama reached for the disinfectant first. She slowly picked it up and, for some reason, gave herself a little pep talk.
"Here goes."
The disinfectant sprayed out with a ridiculous battle cry, like Funassyi using Pear Juice Blast, landing directly on my wound.
"That hurts! It hurts! It's getting into the wound, it's getting into the wound, it's getting into the wound! Seriously, aren't you being way too rough?"
"Huh?"
Yuihama looked puzzled. That reaction was the weird part. Why did she look like this wild, violent method was the normal one? What? Had she worked as a battlefield medic? Was she some kind of Black Jack?
"Ah, sorry. Did it hurt?"
"Yeah, it hurt like crazy..."
Yuihama guiltily lowered her head and fussed with her bun, while I ignored her and blew on the wound. It did nothing, really; it just felt like it should