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Revival (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Nana followed Motochika closely, going through the winding hallways and down long stairs until they reached outside and made their way toward the harbor. Her eyes widened at the sight of the Fugaku before her. “Amazing..!”
 
Nana felt a small leap in her chest, Motochika was so lively, it was so different from her life with Toyotomi. “Did you build her yourself?” She asked as they began to board the ship.
 
"I did indeed." He stated proudly, moving to show her around, "Took me half a decade to get her the way I wanted her. And it was well worth the wait, blood, sweat and tears."
 
Shouts came from the deck that they were setting sail, cannon fire still ringing outside the ship, rumbling as impact was made. Then both of heir worlds went black. Nana stirred, ears ringing as something dripping down her face. She groaned, slowly pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, dazed as she looked around.
The last thing she had remembered was speaking with Motochika. Motochika. She was completely alert now, pain registering all over her body, the world around her muffled. “Motochika..!” She looked around the room, dust settling and a hole in the side of the ship, they must’ve been hit.
 
Motochika had been launched clear across the room, his left arm completely missing straight to his shoulder. There was so much blood. He looked in pain but was otherwise knocked unconscious, slumped against the wall he had collided with.
 
The air was pulled from Nana’s lungs, starting to crawl toward him, then scrambling to her feet and rushing to his side. “No, no!” She looked around for something, anything to stop the bleeding, then pulled hard on her sleeve. It tore free from her dress and she wrapped it around the stump of his arm as tightly as she could. She didn’t know which part of the ship she was in, and with no crew members in sight, she began to panic. “Somebody! Please!” She tried to pull him toward a set of stairs, but she could hardly move him. “Please, he’s hurt! Your captain is hurt!” Tears blurred her vision, he had just promised her freedom, he couldn’t die now.
 
"Aniki!!" She could hear more shouting and hard footfalls everywhere, some getting louder. A good handful of men came in and moved over.
"What happened?"
"Are you both alright?"
 
Nana’s face had two nasty gashes- one over her nose, and the other over her eyebrow; her brow was so swollen it nearly closed her eye. “The cannon fire, it hit him..!” She was doing her best to apply pressure to the bleeding wound, but knew little about treating wounds other than first aid. “His arm..!” She started to choke up, had this all been her fault?
 
"Get Aniki to Ren! Now!"
"Aye!" Some men hoisted Motochika up and pulled him to the infirmary on board the Fugaku.
"Are you terribly hurt, Miss Nana?" One of the men asked, gently cleaning her wounds.
 
Nana watched them drag Motochika away, then looked to the man who was wiping the blood from her face to get a better look at her wounds. “I’m fine.” She answered softly, then something caught her eye. Glancing over to where Motochika had hit the wall, she saw what remained of his arm, vomit pooling in her mouth. She quickly clamped a hand over her mouth and turned away, not wanting to see the gore.
 
He looked and grimaced, "Ah, here, lemme take you to Aniki's cabin for now.." He said and took her hand, leading her out and gesturing the mess be cleaned up. Whatever had happened seemed to have ended quickly, they were far out to sea now with few splinters and holes in the ship.
 
Nana followed the man, still in shock and shaking a bit. “Will he be alright?” She asked numbly as they entered the large cabin, still wiping blood from her face; she’d need stitches.
 
He nodded, "Oh yeah, Ren may be young, but he's a real good doctor. Aniki will be as good as new soon. When he's stable, we'll get you in to see Ren, too...just relax here for now. Ya want anythin'?"
 
She shook her head no, hesitantly sitting down on one of the chairs in the room, using her remaining sleeve to dab at her brow, wincing a bit. “I’ll be fine.” She murmured.
It took some time, but finally Motochika was stable. He had woken up halfway through Ren’s procedure, fussing and asking about a woman, but Ren hadn’t heard of any such woman yet, so he simply told Motochika to calm down and relax as he administered a heavier anesthetic. Now he was resting in a bed, cleaned up and patched up, hooked up to several IV’s and monitors. A soft knock came at the door and Ren perked from cleaning his tools.
“Aye?”
The door creaked open and one of the crew members came in escorting a small woman with a head wound. Oh, this must’ve been the woman Motochika was worried about.
“Think you can patch up this one too? Another stray Motochika picked up along the way, I hear.” The man said, voice gruff, but he meant well.
Ren gave a nod and motioned for Nana to take a seat, which she did, Ren gathering his tools and moving over to inspect her head wound.
 
Motochika was out like a light, his chest rising and falling steadily. He didn't look in pain anymore, thankfully. His chest and shoulder were wrapped heavily and stained a faint pink from the blood. He was ok, though, and that's all that mattered.
 
Nana couldn’t take her eyes off of Motochika, even when Ren started to clean up her wounds and stitch them shut. The crew member from before was right, Ren looked so young, hardly in his late teens, but he definitely knew his way around the medical bay.
“Yer welcome to stay with him for the night if you’d like, jus’ pick a bed.” She hadn’t even realized that Ren had finished her treatment, looking over at him and nodding.
“Thank you.”
“‘S no problem, Cap’n brought you along for a reason.” The boy grinned, cleaning up the mess he had made before heading out of the room, and off to another part of the ship.
 
Motochika would be out for a while, a couple days, before finally waking up. 'What happened...?" He groaned, trying to push himself up but finding it hard with only one arm, "Wh-What the fuck happened to my arm...?!"
 
Nana had remained in the infirmary the entire time, eating and bathing there as well, she didn’t want to leave Motochika in case he woke while she was away. When he did wake, the medical bay was empty all expect for Nana, who was asleep against his bed. Her face was still a bit swollen, heavy bruising to one side and her wounds slowly starting to scar over. When he began to shout, she stirred and woke. “C-Captain Chosokabe..!” She looked worried. “Should I fall for Ren-san?”
 
Nana looked immensely guilt-ridden, looking down at her hands and frowning softly. “You got struck by cannon fire.” She told him softly. “They couldn’t salvage your arm, you’d lost too much blood.” She clenched her fists. “I’m so sorry..”
 
Nana was a bit surprised to hear him so calm already. He had just been told he’d lost his arm, and there was no getting it back, but there he was, already asking if she was ok. She looked up at him, blinking. “No, I’m alright, just some scrapes and bruises.” She answered. “But your arm..!”
 
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