Mint is nowhere near his door. He's tucked himself into bed, sitting up on a pile of pillows and fluffy blankets, Gelatto resting by his side, eyes closed but still awake somehow. Mint was just about to doze off to the tv. It's late. He'd been in and out of consciousness most of the day. Not for any justifiable reason just, sleepy. It'd been a dreary day after all. The knocking alerted the Ninetails who lifted his head curiously. [break][break]

Softly, the Alolan Ninetails jumped off the bed, padding out into the hallway and towards the door before the smell of blood hit him. At that, the fox scrambled back into the master bedroom howling and whining at Mint worriedly. Someone was at their door! Someone with blood! [break][break]

The commotion roused Mint fully, startling him awake with a small gasp, "Gelatto? Bathroom time?!" he asked before the pokemon nodded and led him to the front. He was slow, like he as trying to be stealthy so Mint kept quiet. Perhaps the floor was having some sort of commotion. A fight maybe? It took only a moment for Mint to look through the peephole before moving to open the locks and undo the chains. [break][break]

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But its not happy. It's a mixed bag of resentment and worry. Gelatto whimpered, sniffing at Jayden before recoiling. There was the source of it. Mint is pale. "You need a hospital, why did you come here?!" he asked not aware of how out of it his friend it. Gelatto immediately darted away slamming open the door of the bathroom as Mint moved to offer assistance moving the Rocket. "No. no. no. no- I just got my certification for first aid a month ago!" he hissed on the brink of tears. His clothes are damp and when he accidentally touched a wet part dark red stuck to his arm. Mint felt his pizza dinner rush up his throat before he clamped his mouth shut and swallowed hard. No, no. Focus. "You're gonna strip when we get you into the tub ok?" he said trying to keep the man's attention.

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Mint was shaking, but from what he could feel, Jayden was too. Gelatto rushed back, shepherding the pair into the bathroom. Mint sat his friend down on the toilet and ripped one of the towels off the wall before balling it up and handing it to Jayden. "Y-You can still hold pressure right? Just for a moment." Gelatto stayed behind as Mint scrambled out to grab dark blankets and a pillow, something to soften the tub space before rushing back in to set up something for him. "Tub-" He said. [break][break]

"Spumoni, gentle." he warned as the Hitmontop helped moved the ghost specialist somewhere Mint could work without permanently dying the floors red. Mint let out a nervous laugh as the poor man, loosing blood and possibly his consciousness soon, asserted he just needed him. The only thing that kept Mint from rebuffing Jayden is that he didn't want to worry him. But honestly, Mint didn't even want HIMSELF. Especially not this. But, training was training. And he had google to help. "Yeah, of course." he said moving to the sink cabinets. One side held his meager cleaning supplies, the other a brand new first aid kit, pain killers the works. "I got this from class then I just added form the check list that came with it." he said. Rambling kept him from panicking at this point. [break][break]

He moved closer, kneeling by the tub now with the box open and ripping bags open to start. "O-Ok. Shirt off. Can you lift your arms?" They hadn't even started and he'd already seen multiple bloody finger prints and skid marks. Gods, what the fuck had he gotten himself into?

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Mint shrugged at Jayden. How was he supposed to know if he had feeling in his arms? He wasn't a doctor. He barely counted himself as a medic right now. He hated that the fabric clings to Jayden's chest, showing the slightest of resistance from drying blood as he peeled it off and over his head. His hairs were coated in red and he hadn't even done any actual life saving yet. He dropped the shirt and it slapped tile, soaked. Mint grew colder by the second looking over the damage. "Wha- What the fuck happened?!" he blurted out, voice pitching high in alarm despite his best attempts to stay calm. [break][break]

His breathing began to speed up and Gelatto moved in close to steady him. Spumoni meanwhile leaned over the side of the tub, guiding back Jayden's hand if he already hadn't to keep pressure. "Uhh ok bleeding- hemorrhaging- um- um- um-" He wiped his hands on his shirt before hissing something at himself and beginning to dump disinfectant on his own hands before picking up a pressure bandage. "Move him up, I'll wr-wrap this around the torso before he loses anymore blood." He's talking like his pokemon get it, but really he needed to stay focused and talking to himself would keep him from vomiting. [break][break]

He just needed to see the wound in all its gorey glory. "Shiiiit." he hissed getting up and grabbing the other hand towel in his bathroom. He turned on the faucet, setting it to a little warm before moving back to Jayden and clearing some of the mess before gesturing to see the stab. Pale green eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head, but Gelatto's whine distracts him and sets him back on course. He did his best to begin wrapping his friend. "Ok, this should help slow or stop the bleeding..." Please, Gods above, it's a stab wound. Please don't make him stich the guy back together.

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It'd been months since he'd seen Jayden, and maybe in the interim he had grown. Just a little. As hard as he was on himself, a remnant of Michaelis Fisk's perfectionism, he had absorbed some information. Chu-e Choi had taught him more than he'd ever thought possible on toxins and poisons, on manipulation and word play. Rowan Wrynn had shown him what commitment to Rocket meant. Cillian Quinn had sponsored many an ass beating. He wasn't the best, or even decent but he was improving. And in the rare moment's that Mint forgot about all his anxieties, he felt a little happy he was. [break][break]

That was not now though. Now he was cursing himself for not having memorized that class better. Jayden could be DYING right now. Then again, he seemed to realize that Jayden maybe was used to this. He had a lot of scars on his chest, and he couldn't help but stare in horror and concern. He'd missed that in the summer, the water too high and then the massage making him sleepy. [break][break]

Mint tried not to yelp when Jayden interrupted his concentration. "O-Ok...I just- um- yeah." he rattled of, as he carefully placed a hand on his side before gradually tightening the bandage, Mint would pull and pull until he noticed discomfort and then stop, gently tying and pining it all together. "I have more so we c-can swap it out later..." he said, looking up at Gelatto as the blood stained fox brought back a half empty water bottle from his room. "Can you drink?" he asked as he uncapped the bottle for him. "Uh...are you hurt anywhere else?" he asked as he moved his hands to start undoing the rocket's shoes.

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It's not immediate, and he's no miracle worker, but stopping the blood flow eventually brought back a little light to Jayden's eyes. He seemed slightly less sluggish. Good. He didn't think Agretti could transport him to head quarters right now. He ignored what he assumed were Jayden's protests at undressing him. "You're not going in my bed with bloody shoes." he warned, finding it easier to focus when he didn't look at how banged up his friend was. [break][break]

He's just about done with the second shoe when he felt Jayden musing up his hair. It's not the best reunion, but it is a reunion. He can't help the hot tears that bubbles up at the corners of his eyes as he turned to Jayden. "A-Anytime." his voice cracked, emotion constricting his throat as he tried to keep himself from sobbing again. But even if he's not doubled over crying, his face is still wet. "G-Get out of my tub-" [break][break]

Gelatto and Canoli were already moving away, heading back towards Mint's bed to wait for their impromptu patient. "Here." he sniffed hard as he carefully put the other man's arm around his shoulders. "So-sorry..." It was probably a pain in the ass, but he'd panicked before. He couldn't let a stab victim sleep in a bathtub. The guilt- the SHAME!

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Mint wouldn't deign such a stupid question with an answer. Of course he was taking the bed tonight. He'd been stabbed. His face is scrunched up in a weak glare as he gently deposited his friend on top of spare pillows and extra blankets, gathered haphazardly by the two pokemon waiting by the bedside. He'd clocked the open linen closet and figured they'd planned ahead for him. [break][break]

"No." It's embarrassing. A Rocket grunt- no, what the hell had someone called it. Executive? He'd recoiled at the title. It probably didn't mean anything anyway. But Jayden is persistent, even if he's not at all understanding. It's not like Mint understood it completely himself. Every time he cried it was usually a mix of things that had been simmering just under the surface. Jayden was just unlucky enough to catch it.[break][break]

"I- I mean-" he tried to take a deep breath but its just a shaking wheeze as he sat in his friend's lap, emotion clawing at his throat. "I-It's fine- I'm just- ju-just-" He'd done his best to avoid discerning eyes but when he looked up, and Jayden is still staring he broke into sobs. [break][break]

"Yeah! YEAH I-I AM!" He's unsightly, he's sure of it and when he thought about it later he'd die of the mortification of this moment. But the bottle he'd stuffed all of this in was cracking. "I'm- I-I'm MAD at you!" he wailed, angrily swiping at his eyes so he could look at him. He hadn't wanted to have this conversation now, when he's injured. But whatever. They were having this conversation now.

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It's intrinsically a selfish feeling, as most of his negative emotions were. "NO!" he snapped. Then he sniffed hard, before doubling back. "Yes! B-But not- well-" He IS mad, but the wound also upset him. That much is visible when his grimace melted into concern and his gaze dipped to his friends bandages. [break][break]

"F-For leaving me- and- a-and not telling me!" he began, spitting out pieces of what he was saying in loud sobs. "For coming back! And n-NOT TELLING ME!" he hadn't wanted to talk about this. Out loud, it sounded insane. "F-For coming to see me the first time in months, ble-bleeding out." his voice pitched higher as he once again oscillated between furious and just fucking sad. [break][break]

"I-I missed yyou." there it is. The crux of the issue.

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