"O-of course it was. I opened the door. I should have knocked. Then y-you could have said... Begone, pest!" Wen Ning swings an arm in front of him, as though batting something away. "A-and I would have left."
It's a weak finish. He folds fidgeting hands in front of himself.
"It's alright, you know. To not get it right the first time. A lot of people don't."
"You probably thought something was wrong..." Jin Ling sighs, because he hadn't been able to keep quiet. He'd definitely been too weak. He finally peaks at Wen Ning but only for a moment.
"It would have been fine," Jin Ling insisted. "I could have taken it. Sizhui just worries too much."
"Of course. You're right, young master." Wen Ning doesn't want to press. He doesn't want to hurt the boy's feelings or make him feel any worse than he already does.
"Just... if you ever do need anything... I have some experience. With treating certain things, I mean." And he can also provide some direction on how to prevent further mishaps.
There are a good number of people his sister could have blackmailed with sensitive information if she hadn't been so dedicated to upholding patient confidentiality.
Jin Ling feels a bit mortified and he shifts a little and that was a mistake but it'd be fine right? He doesn't have that great a pain tolerance, for all his bravado he'd really been protected from a lot of things and pain is one of those things.
"... how would you even treat..." he asks before thinking it through.
"Oh, you probably won't need much more than a warm bath or two..." Wen Ning answers with a similar amount of thought before trailing off. "U-unless it's real bad. Just. Let me know if it's real bad."
It's far to easy to toss the advice out there when he has it to give.
"How am I supposed to know if it's bad or real bad?" Jin Ling snaps. He just wants to press his face into the pillow again and hide from this whole humiliating situation.
"It hurts, it hurts more to move," he mumbles, his face half turned into the pillow again and he's well aware this all makes him look like a petulant child.
"If you're bleeding badly... let me know. O-otherwise you're just sore. And that happens!" Cautiously, Wen Ning moves to sit on the edge of the bed, his back to the boy.
"It's normal. I can help you, ah... prepare better for next time." Since he assumes there will be a next time. As difficult a time as his brain has wrapping around it still.
Jin Ling flushes more. "I'm bleeding a little...?" but it's not badly, probably. It'd still freaked him out when he'd first noticed. He doesn't look directly at the other's face as he feels the bed dip some, at least Wen Ning isn't trying for eye contact or anything. "I'm fine."
He curls his fingers into his palm as he pushes himself up on his elbow a bit.
"Unless you'd rather check the reading material in the library. A... little knowledge beforehand is. Helpful." He frowns, keeping his eyes focused on the door.
"That's not a good location for a-abrasions. So. Keep an eye on it. ... Figuratively. Clean up well and... let me know if you feel sick." It's probably a minor tear from stretching, similar to something one could get from a large bowel movement. But he wanted to keep his responses fairly succinct so he doesn't embarrass the boy any more than he already has.
"Don't worry. I've seen a lot of embarrassing things. I'm not going to think any way about either of you."
"Sorry." It's barely audible. After a pause he tries again. "S-sorry, I... I'll leave you alone. I just wanted to make sure you were alright."
This place is bad enough without having to deal with botched sexual encounters. There's still a part of Wen Ning's brain that's gone numb with this whole revelation.
It takes him nearly a minute to realize he's still sitting there, at which point he stands abruptly, still facing the door.
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It's a weak finish. He folds fidgeting hands in front of himself.
"It's alright, you know. To not get it right the first time. A lot of people don't."
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"It would have been fine," Jin Ling insisted. "I could have taken it. Sizhui just worries too much."
And well, they got interrupted.
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"Just... if you ever do need anything... I have some experience. With treating certain things, I mean." And he can also provide some direction on how to prevent further mishaps.
There are a good number of people his sister could have blackmailed with sensitive information if she hadn't been so dedicated to upholding patient confidentiality.
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"... how would you even treat..." he asks before thinking it through.
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It's far to easy to toss the advice out there when he has it to give.
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"It hurts, it hurts more to move," he mumbles, his face half turned into the pillow again and he's well aware this all makes him look like a petulant child.
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"It's normal. I can help you, ah... prepare better for next time." Since he assumes there will be a next time. As difficult a time as his brain has wrapping around it still.
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He curls his fingers into his palm as he pushes himself up on his elbow a bit.
"That's..." embarrassing.
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"That's not a good location for a-abrasions. So. Keep an eye on it. ... Figuratively. Clean up well and... let me know if you feel sick." It's probably a minor tear from stretching, similar to something one could get from a large bowel movement. But he wanted to keep his responses fairly succinct so he doesn't embarrass the boy any more than he already has.
"Don't worry. I've seen a lot of embarrassing things. I'm not going to think any way about either of you."
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"I'm not going to the library for it."
He groans inwardly as the other kept speaking and he wants to bury his face in the pillow sure he's going red again.
"Okay," he mumbles.
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This place is bad enough without having to deal with botched sexual encounters. There's still a part of Wen Ning's brain that's gone numb with this whole revelation.
It takes him nearly a minute to realize he's still sitting there, at which point he stands abruptly, still facing the door.
"Just. Let me know. You know?"