Zanna glanced down at the hole in his leg. She saw that because of the tourniquet that there was a lot less bleeding than before. After letting out a hum and glancing at the nurses talking to each other, "You won't bleed out. You're bleeding out a lot less than before anyways. Besides, the experienced nurse should be here soon."
Kal nodded, looking momentarily at his leg before looking back at the ceiling. He sighed, closing his eyes as he rocked back and forth. “O-okay. Okay.” He glances at Zanna’s leg, then turns away, not knowing if that was something he should go into.
Zanna caught his glance and let out a little sigh. She looked down at her prosthetic hand before curling in each finger one by one and then looked back up Kal. She let out another sigh, "What? Wanna know the story of how this happened?"
Kal looks at the ground, rubbing his other leg. He stays quiet, then finally glances at Zanna, something in his eyes like he wanted to know. He sighs. “I-I mean, I don’t wanna make you bring that up again…” he trails off, noticing the scars on his wrist and then pulling his sleeves down.
"It's fine," Zanna waved him off as she looked back down at her prosthetics, "Besides, I'm over it for the most part. PTSD can be a bitch though. Long story short I, uh, was testing out one of my inventions and it went a little wrong. What was supposed to be an upgraded plasma blaster with renewable energy, ended up being a ticking time bomb and blew up in my face. Literally. I'm lucky I managed to get out of there alive, much less only having lost two of my limbs."
Kal listens intently, a nervous expression on his face for the most part, then smiles. “But you still work with guns? And build them??” He shakes his head, laughing softly, running a hand through his hair. “I could never do that.” He smiles. “You’re pretty cool, Zanna.”
"Not really," Zanna shrugged slightly as she looked back up at him. She didn't think of herself all that much for continuing her work after the accident, inventing was her passion after all, and getting hurt was just one of the risks that came with it, "And you could do that, you did just shoot yourself in the leg."
Kal laughs, half smiling, almost forgetting his injury as his mind is preoccupied. “Yes, Really!! You’re pretty much the coolest person I know.” His smile drops a little once she mentions him. He resumes rubbing his other leg as he tenses. “No. I can’t do that.” He chuckles weakly, continuing to grit his teeth. “I run away from everything I don’t want to deal with. I’m not like you.” A much older, much more capable doctor enters the room, quickly getting to work on Kal’s leg. He winces, taking quick sharp breaths as she wipes the blood from his skin, the only thing he can do is look to Zanna helplessly
Zanna opened her mouth to counter him saying that just cause he's run in the past doesn't mean he can't face his problems now. Besides if she did say anything she would be a hypocrite giving the facade she keeps in order to please her parents and everyone around her. However, a doctor came in and like hell is she going to spill in front of a stranger. She leaned back and crossed her arms giving him a bit a sly gin at seeing his pleading eyes. She shrugged a little before sighing, "What? Want me to entertain you while your hole gets fixed?"
Kal eagerly waited for what she was about to say, then sighed when the nurse entered and cut her off. God dammit. But when Zanna spoke, Kal suddenly burst out laughing, occasionally groaning in pain. "Holy shit!! M-my what??" He can barely pause to take breaths as he slugs the nurse on her arm. "Are you gonna be messing around with my hole, sweetheart?!" The nurse pins him by he chest, making him lie down again as he continues to cackle hysterically. She rolls her eyes, then starts applying disinfectants to his wound as his laughs turn to gasps of pain. The nurse almost smiles a bit and shakes her head.
Zanna felt her face go red as she finally realized the implications of her words. She put her head in her hands to try and hide her blush while releasing a groan. She got immense satisfaction when he started to gasp in pain after laughing for so long, "I didn't mean it like that. Don't make the poor ladies work any harder than it needs to be. She is the one who can fuck your leg up after all."
Kal held his breath and scrunches his nose is some form of a smile. "Sure you didn't." He said, noticing her blush. He glanced down at his leg, then quickly looked away, clawing at the table. "God dammit… Zan, I think she is fucking it up!" He shook his head at the nurse. "Im sorry! My mind is just a terrible dirty place and I couldn't possibly think of anything else!" The nurse sighed, then took out a syringe, rolling up Kal's sleeve. He looks away as she stares, confused at the scars and circular burns decorating his arm. She shakes her head, then sticks the needle into his vein as he sighs in relief, slumping down on the table. "You couldn't have done that first, huh?"
"To be fair you were laughing a lot when she would have done it," Zanna argued in the defence of the nurse. She was holding in her laughter just ever so slightly and looked up after she was certain her blush was gone. She paid no mind to his scars as everyone has things they don't want to tell, "But please, get your mind out of the dirt."
Kal half smiles, laying back. "Thats true. Im not really a huge fan of needles." He grins as she tries to suppress her laughter and scoffs. "My head is always in the dirt. I dunno if it can ever get out of there." He winces as the nurse touches his arm. "Jesus, don't do that!" He says angrily, pulling away. His face turns red as he relaxes. "S-sorry."
"Hey," Zanna stood up and moved closer to Kal. She knew he needed to stay as still and calm as possible in order to let the nurse do her work. Never mind the dirt comments, they can address that later… Or never. Never would be preferred. But she couldn't guarantee that especially given all that has happened so far, "Calm down. As much as I hate to say this, but is there anything I can do to help you out?"
Kal presses his lips together, eyes wild with fear. The nurse rolls her eyes and starts working on his leg again, trying to piece together broken ligaments. Kal takes shallow breaths as he puts a hand to his forehead. "Um…" He starts, voice breaking with tears. "Im okay. Just… just wasn't expecting that I guess." He rolls down his sleeve, sighing as the scars are covered up again. "Thanks, though." He chuckles softly, wiping his eyes. "You really don't have to stay. I'm sure they're still doing training, and you're probably missing out."
"It's nothing I haven't done before," Zanna waved him off as she kept standing on the other side of the bed from the nurse. She wasn't about to get in the way of Kal's leg getting fixed up. She hummed a little looking at him trying to figure out what best would distract him at this moment, "Wanna hear how many times I fucked up making my prosthetics?"
Kal tenses as the nurse sprays something on his leg, so he turns his attention over to Zanna. She's trying to distract me. He thinks, smiling a bit. "I mean, sure. I love hearing stories about people fucking up." He half smiles, gripping the edges of the bed as the nurse starts to prod at his leg.
"Ah yes, the fuck ups," Zanna nodded before trying to figure out which tale to tell first, "You know I started making my leg prosthetic first? And it was absolute hell cause I only really had one arm to work with and thought it would be a breeze, cause ya know, leg. It doesn't require the mechanical perfection that an arm with hands and fingers does. But God looking back do I see how stupid I was because if I had done the arm first, even a stupidly basic one, I could've worked with two hands! And it would've been twice as fast! But nooo, I was stubborn and made a leg with one arm in like, what was it? Half a year to a year?"
Kal listens, his smile growing wider as he imagines the story. He laughs as he pictures Zanna trying to make a leg with just one arm, and the look on her face once she realized she could have made an arm first. He grins, chuckling a bit. "That's a really long time! How did you get around?" He asks, gripping the edge of the table a bit softer.
"Easy, I hopped," Zanna responded with a little grin and shrug. She knocked on her leg, "I also made a prototype peg leg that I just walked around with. I couldn't bend my knee at all so it was really awkward to use, but I could use it. That or I was in a wheelchair, and that was rare. I'd much rather hop around like an absolute idiot."
Kal laughed, relaxing as the nurse started to apply the bandages. "Now that's something I need to see!" He wipes a tear from his eye, smiling up at Zanna. The nurse clears her throat, gesturing to Kal's leg. "It is better, for the most part. Wear this." She hands him a brace. "Take it off at night. minimal walking." She stands, arms folded across her chest as Kal takes the brace, strapping it on. "Any questions?" She asks to Kal and Zanna.
Zanna didn't know why the nurse was asking her, but she shook her head anyway. This was Kal's injury to deal with, not hers. She moved away from Kal a little bit before offering a hand so he could sit, or stand, up easier. He did just have surgery on his leg after all.
The nurse nods. "Very well." She gestures to Kalen. "Help him to his room." Kal stands, wincing then pulls his signature smile on Zanna. "Easy peasy." He quips, limping toward the door. "Thanks, sweetheart!." He calls back to the nurse, who immediately pushes him out, closing the port. "Sheesh. She's tense." He holds his arm out to Zanna, raising an eyebrow. "Well, shall we?"
Zanna wrapped his arm around him, standing on his injured side, in order to best help him move around. She appeared to be reverting back to how she was acting before the incident, cold, uncaring, and wanted nothing to do with Kal. Because she didn't, at least that's what she told herself, "Let's go. You tell me when to start moving okay?"