Don't try that trick on someone who uses it themselves, Okita. It never works.

[Derek's voice is firm and gentle, and he'll offer Litchi what he hopes is a somewhat comforting smile in return before looking back down at his friend.]

'Sides, if I don't patch you up at least a little, you won't make it to the clinic. [Carefully, Derek feels for that ugly gash in Okita's side, gently covering it with one of his hands before closing his eyes to concentrate.]

I'll apologise for going against your wishes, here, but not for doing this.

[And with that, he'll do his best to at least seal the wound up enough to keep more of Okita's blood from escaping. It takes a few minutes, and it's nothing showy. The wound definitely isn't healed when he's done, but it's shut...for the moment.

Shaking a little, he glances to Litchi, passing a shaking hand across his forehead.]

Okay...let's get him there fast as we can without opening it up again.

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