[Ranma was in the ship when it happened. Putting away the duck statue from a failed pranking attempt in the cabin of his room, neatly getting it on the shelf... just to almost drop it when the commotion and shouting on deck erupted. He put the duck statue away and ran to see what all the hullabaloo was about, spotting the others escorting their crewmate that he hadn't seen for the past couple of days. Whatever happened to him in the span of being gone... Ranma can't even fathom it. For gods' sake, he looked like a battle-worn soldier leaving a war zone and was missing a whole ass arm to boot! What in the hell happened?!
No, the time for questioning can come at a later date. Now was the time to act. The martial artist went through the motion, helping lead the ones escorting Toge to his room to treat him. First thing he did was use his ki to try and heal him, but... This wasn't sealing up a gash or a minor bump. His body was critically mangled with wounds up the wazoo, and Ranma's healing capabilities were only in the primeval stage. The most he could do was alleviate the excruciating pain Toge must be in and seal up any minimal wounds before it took everything out of him. There was nothing more he could do with his ki healing.
So he only did it sparingly, barking at the others to get him any first aid kit they can find. And once they were delivered, did his damnedest to patch Toge back up to the best of his abilities. Clean the wounds, get any apparent bleeding to a minimum, apply bandages, anything that was in his limitations he tried. Then they wait.
And wait.
And wait.
The days after Toge's return were a blur. Must be the shock of seeing someone come back asymmetrical and all. Ranma could stomach gore and gruesome sights, but something about seeing that on someone he called a friend unnerved him. It was a relief Toge wasn't going to die from his injuries, but now came the healing process. Ranma's turn to cook dinner came, and that of course meant he had to deliver it.
Approaching the cabin door with a hearty bowl of miso soup in one hand, he knocked rhythmically with his knuckles to announce his presence. Ranma creaked in the door, and lamely waved at the bedridden boy.]
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No, the time for questioning can come at a later date. Now was the time to act. The martial artist went through the motion, helping lead the ones escorting Toge to his room to treat him. First thing he did was use his ki to try and heal him, but... This wasn't sealing up a gash or a minor bump. His body was critically mangled with wounds up the wazoo, and Ranma's healing capabilities were only in the primeval stage. The most he could do was alleviate the excruciating pain Toge must be in and seal up any minimal wounds before it took everything out of him. There was nothing more he could do with his ki healing.
So he only did it sparingly, barking at the others to get him any first aid kit they can find. And once they were delivered, did his damnedest to patch Toge back up to the best of his abilities. Clean the wounds, get any apparent bleeding to a minimum, apply bandages, anything that was in his limitations he tried. Then they wait.
And wait.
And wait.
The days after Toge's return were a blur. Must be the shock of seeing someone come back asymmetrical and all. Ranma could stomach gore and gruesome sights, but something about seeing that on someone he called a friend unnerved him. It was a relief Toge wasn't going to die from his injuries, but now came the healing process. Ranma's turn to cook dinner came, and that of course meant he had to deliver it.
Approaching the cabin door with a hearty bowl of miso soup in one hand, he knocked rhythmically with his knuckles to announce his presence. Ranma creaked in the door, and lamely waved at the bedridden boy.]
Yo. Food's done.