Karma ━━ Jake Sim

𝟭𝟯 ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀Patching Things Up

Sujin pries the first aid kit open, digging through its contents in search of some bandages and antiseptic. She manages to pull both items out in no time, but the relief is short-lived once she realizes she's going to have to do all the work with her non-dominant hand. On top of that, the scratches are placed in an incredibly awkward position - causing the girl to have to twist her body in front of the mirror and peer over her shoulder to even be able to look at what she's doing.

"Jeong fucking Chaeyoung..." She mutters under her breath, eyeing the wound with a distasted scowl, "Should've returned the favor while I could."

She douses a cotton ball in the antiseptic solution. Wincing, she starts to dab at the affected areas with it. (Or tries to, at least, given her limited range of motion in this position.) She's certain she'd only managed to reach about half of what she really should be disinfecting, but gives up for the sake of efficiency and moves on to applying the bandage.

Here comes the hard part.

Awkwardly tucking the roll beneath her arm, Sujin tries her best to wrap the material around her scratches. It proves to be a much more difficult task with her left hand than she'd anticipated, as the roll of bandage tumbles to the tiled floor and unravels at her feet.

"Ugh!" She reaches down to retrieve it with an audible grumble.

Two lousy attempts later, Sujin still hasn't gotten the hang of it. Her patience is running thin, and she begins to feel a familiar warmth begin to flare in her chest.

"Oh my god, what the fuck?!" She hisses, as the roll falls to the ground yet another time.

In the midst of her frustrations, the girl hadn't even noticed her roommate's entry into their dorm room. Sora swings the door open, peering around the empty space for any signs of Sujin.

That's weird, Sora's nose scrunches up in confusion, where could she possibly be?

"Over-complicated, shitty little thing..."

Sora's ears perk up, a knowing smile curling at her lips as she catches hints of a disgruntled voice coming from the bathroom.

Ah, there she is.

When Sora pushes the door open, she's met with a view of Sujin hunched over the sink. She's twisting herself into knots trying to wrap a bandage around her arm, with nothing but the help of the mirror... and quite a bit of cussing, if Sora must say so herself.

"Didn't even make it to sixth period, huh?" She muses, trying to lift the tension.

Sujin's frown only deepens in her reflection. She continues to fiddle with the bandages, offering her roommate no further acknowledgement than a look that screams, 'Now is really not the time'.

Sora sighs, "You're not gonna get anywhere doing it like that, you know."

"I know what I'm doing." Sujin snaps, tucking the roll beneath her arm yet again.

"You are the most stubborn person I've ever met, Han Sujin." Sora states, taking a few steps closer to take the bandages from her grasp, "Here, let me help."

Sujin's glare hardens, as does her grip on the object.

"I've got it, Sora."

"No, you don't."

The older girl's words, unfamiliarly certain and straight-to-the-point, catch Sujin off-guard. Enough so that she absentmindedly loosens her hold on the bandage roll, and Sora takes it from her with a satisfied hum.

"Tsk," She shakes her head, "You didn't even clean it properly..."

Sujin draws her lips to a tight line, feeling unusually small all of a sudden.