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[ Not commenting on the exchange, she'll remain as professional as possible. She's not the most experienced with kids, but. She'll give it a shot. ] I'm Doctor Kimishima, Badou, and I have been sent to see to your recent injuries. [ Totally judging whoever did those bandages. The kid must still be in a lot of pain from the looks of it. ]
May we come in?
May we come in?
["Kimishima" is given another dark look (nobody had vouched for her; Keith, he'd been told several times over, was a Good Guy If A Little Eccentric -- he doesn't know this woman, and he definitely doesn't want her -- doing what she's here to do]
[he stands stiffly aside before walking into the house, pacing to the living room and back again to keep an eye (hah) on them, clearly on edge]
[which is more evident from the sudden chatter (and the fact that he hasn't dropped that bat, yet, although it seems to be less of a threat and more for providing a sense of control in the situation)]
I, I dunno what that shitty cop told you, but it's fine. Y'don't need ta mess around with it. It'll heal on its own. He cleaned the black stuff off an' now it's fine.
[it's half true; the cleaning helped, and so did the instant death of the festering infection upon his transport to Holly Heights, but the job wasn't quite done yet]
[he stands stiffly aside before walking into the house, pacing to the living room and back again to keep an eye (hah) on them, clearly on edge]
[which is more evident from the sudden chatter (and the fact that he hasn't dropped that bat, yet, although it seems to be less of a threat and more for providing a sense of control in the situation)]
I, I dunno what that shitty cop told you, but it's fine. Y'don't need ta mess around with it. It'll heal on its own. He cleaned the black stuff off an' now it's fine.
[it's half true; the cleaning helped, and so did the instant death of the festering infection upon his transport to Holly Heights, but the job wasn't quite done yet]
[following as presumably allowed, holding the door open for naomi. 'black stuff off'— how lovely did that sound. and keith's response would be something along the lines of we were given a job to do, and we plan to see it through!!, but recognizes that that might come off as... a touch threatening, no matter the intent.
considering the added pressure, he's struggling with determining the Right Thing to say.]
I'm sure it's fine! And again, it's all right. [??! ahahaha] Because then only a check-up should be necessary.
[if what badou saying is really true, that is. somehow, consider the given information, he isn't quite convinced.]
considering the added pressure, he's struggling with determining the Right Thing to say.]
I'm sure it's fine! And again, it's all right. [??! ahahaha] Because then only a check-up should be necessary.
[if what badou saying is really true, that is. somehow, consider the given information, he isn't quite convinced.]
[ She steps into the house. She speaks calmly, stating matter-of-factly. ] No, a mere check-up wouldn't be. Infection is a big part of the aftermath of any given wound, but there could be other damage that you or the person who helped you has failed to treat.
Have a seat on the living room couch, and tell me where you have the most problems. [ Some of his injuries may be obvious, but it's best not to assume anything. ]
Have a seat on the living room couch, and tell me where you have the most problems. [ Some of his injuries may be obvious, but it's best not to assume anything. ]
[his eye darts between the two; a part of of him wants to snap something shitty like why are you here again at the blonde wall of a guy, but he's the only one Badou even vaguely trusts at this moment]
[he clearly bristles at Kimishima's reasonable demand, but drops to the couch without much further fuss; the bat gives a metallic clunk as it gets dropped to the floor]
[the mumble is terse]
My hand's fucked up an' my eye's fucked up. -- An' that shitty cop hit me with his car this week but I don't think nothin's broken.
[very helpful]
Is he a nurse or cop or what?
[he clearly bristles at Kimishima's reasonable demand, but drops to the couch without much further fuss; the bat gives a metallic clunk as it gets dropped to the floor]
[the mumble is terse]
My hand's fucked up an' my eye's fucked up. -- An' that shitty cop hit me with his car this week but I don't think nothin's broken.
[very helpful]
Is he a nurse or cop or what?
[FOR MORAL SUPPORT... FOR, SOMETHING... and there goes any attempt at reassurance, but he Tried, and that should be what matters. keith will mostly stay out of the way until asked otherwise, in an effort to give the two space.
and, if it's him that's being addressed—]
I'm a cop here— and a paramedic trainee. [EXTREME "trainee" being the key word here, if had yet to make that glaringly obvious.
because mostly he's just here to hold badou down should that be necessary.]
and, if it's him that's being addressed—]
I'm a cop here— and a paramedic trainee. [EXTREME "trainee" being the key word here, if had yet to make that glaringly obvious.
because mostly he's just here to hold badou down should that be necessary.]
[ She's been told not to ask much of questions, but the news that 'that' cop hit him is. Um. Yeah. So that's what that post was about. ] We should bring you back for an X-ray later, just in case.
I'm going be removing your head bandage now. [ Simple triage; the head injury demands more attention than his hands. Donning gloves, she goes to do so. Carefully and with much precision to not aggravate his eye wound, of course. ]
I'm going be removing your head bandage now. [ Simple triage; the head injury demands more attention than his hands. Donning gloves, she goes to do so. Carefully and with much precision to not aggravate his eye wound, of course. ]
[he goes to snap a reply, but the woman's hands on his bandages, precise and gentle as they are, send an instant change through his body; he was on edge before, but at least he was in a generally expressive, bad humour]
[he goes still and silent, jaw tightening and his fists clenching on his lap as the bands of cloth unravel, getting damper on each layer]
[truthfully, it doesn't look nearly as bad as it did when Hijikata saw it, sunken in crusted blood and weeping infection goop; but the fact remains that someone dragged a knife down this kid's face, and no real treatment ever occurred after the fact. both the top and bottom eyelids are lacerated, never properly stitched, horribly scabbed and swollen instead. the eye itself is completely white and dead, damaged beyond repair; the unstitched cut runs another inch down from his eye along the top of his cheek, and a half inch up into his eyebrow. the whole affair is placed within the background of an ugly, purple-yellow-green tint of bruised skin and burst blood vessels]
[as for Badou -- once the wound breathes, he's barely breathing]
[he goes still and silent, jaw tightening and his fists clenching on his lap as the bands of cloth unravel, getting damper on each layer]
[truthfully, it doesn't look nearly as bad as it did when Hijikata saw it, sunken in crusted blood and weeping infection goop; but the fact remains that someone dragged a knife down this kid's face, and no real treatment ever occurred after the fact. both the top and bottom eyelids are lacerated, never properly stitched, horribly scabbed and swollen instead. the eye itself is completely white and dead, damaged beyond repair; the unstitched cut runs another inch down from his eye along the top of his cheek, and a half inch up into his eyebrow. the whole affair is placed within the background of an ugly, purple-yellow-green tint of bruised skin and burst blood vessels]
[as for Badou -- once the wound breathes, he's barely breathing]
Edited 2013-07-11 03:36 (UTC)
[ She takes the damage into account, quickly ordering Keith, ] Hand me the biowaste bag. [ Upon which she'll toss the bandages. And-- ] Take out my emergency supply kit. [ It. Pretty much has everything a doctor like her needs to work on him, even away from the operating table. It's not that she'll operate on him here, but it is just in case.
Noticing that he's become short of breath, Naomi gently guides him to lie down upon the couch, putting a pillow under his head and his knees. ] It's all right, you'll be fine.
[ So she says, but she didn't think it would look this bad. It was a house call, pretty much. If she had known more, she'd just have taken a car here. To Keith once again: ] Do you think you could carry us both back to the clinic? It would be better to treat him there.
Noticing that he's become short of breath, Naomi gently guides him to lie down upon the couch, putting a pillow under his head and his knees. ] It's all right, you'll be fine.
[ So she says, but she didn't think it would look this bad. It was a house call, pretty much. If she had known more, she'd just have taken a car here. To Keith once again: ] Do you think you could carry us both back to the clinic? It would be better to treat him there.
[despite the assurances, he pushes her arms off and away, levering himself back up to a sit the second after she guides him down, knocking one of the pillows to the floor as he draws a leg up on the couch]
Wh-why do we gotta go to the clinic? What's -- don't fuckin' touch me, I'm not goin' anywhere weird with -- you --
[the second is spat at Keith, before he can even think about following her instruction; his teeth are bared like he's ready to bite the first person to get into his personal space]
Wh-why do we gotta go to the clinic? What's -- don't fuckin' touch me, I'm not goin' anywhere weird with -- you --
[the second is spat at Keith, before he can even think about following her instruction; his teeth are bared like he's ready to bite the first person to get into his personal space]
[ She places a hand upon his shoulder, both firm and reassuring, and attempting to keep him down. It should be easy to do given his condition. ] The wound is relatively fresh. If I work quickly, you will have minimal scars. Even so, you need treatment. There are other complications that can arise form a wound like this.
For example. [ Click, click. And now shining a pen light onto his injured eye as she peers into it. ] There is a risk of a weakened blood vessel in the orbit due to this wound, and it is entirely possible it may rupture later on in life. [ Because scaring the kid might be helpful. ]
Additionally, whatever pain medications you are taking over the counter would not be enough. If you are taking more potent drugs [ And suggesting he may be in possession of illicit narcotics. GJ. ], you may not know the adequate dose and may put yourself at risk for addiction.
[ There's another reason for her talking. It's buying Keith time to do what he has to do, and, well, sometimes a calm and collected dialog is what is needed to calm a kid. If only by means of boring them. ]
For example. [ Click, click. And now shining a pen light onto his injured eye as she peers into it. ] There is a risk of a weakened blood vessel in the orbit due to this wound, and it is entirely possible it may rupture later on in life. [ Because scaring the kid might be helpful. ]
Additionally, whatever pain medications you are taking over the counter would not be enough. If you are taking more potent drugs [ And suggesting he may be in possession of illicit narcotics. GJ. ], you may not know the adequate dose and may put yourself at risk for addiction.
[ There's another reason for her talking. It's buying Keith time to do what he has to do, and, well, sometimes a calm and collected dialog is what is needed to calm a kid. If only by means of boring them. ]
[stares disgustedly over his shoulder for a second; don't tell me this guy was rich?! he didn't even have to cook his own meals??? maybe he was more of an escort type? that still was bullshit!!]
How can you eat out all'a the time? Shit. Maybe I oughta be a workin' guy.
How can you eat out all'a the time? Shit. Maybe I oughta be a workin' guy.
[sizzle, sizzle, splat]
[his soul isn't really that youthful; it's a job that would help pay the electricity bills, but he'd never let him, kept on like school was more important than clean, running water or the ability to buy food for the week, instead of just enough food]
[it's a sullen mumble to the pan]
M'not a kid. School's pointless.
[his soul isn't really that youthful; it's a job that would help pay the electricity bills, but he'd never let him, kept on like school was more important than clean, running water or the ability to buy food for the week, instead of just enough food]
[it's a sullen mumble to the pan]
M'not a kid. School's pointless.
Of course I know my damn numbers an' letters!
[his writing skills aren't actually that great, D+ and C- work at best, but he knows how, thanks]
[meat's done woohoo get the fuck out of my face]
[he pulls the pan off the active burner, going to the cabinet to pull out some bread, and then the drawer for a spoon, proceeding to scoop the meat on top of the squares]
[no plates fuck plates bread is edible plates]
[he hands the first (very) sloppy joe to Sakamoto, flushing a little]
I -- I dunno, I ain't handled a customer before. It probably ain't hard. It looks stupid.
[oh no why didn't you clear this up earlier oiii you criminal]
[his writing skills aren't actually that great, D+ and C- work at best, but he knows how, thanks]
[meat's done woohoo get the fuck out of my face]
[he pulls the pan off the active burner, going to the cabinet to pull out some bread, and then the drawer for a spoon, proceeding to scoop the meat on top of the squares]
[no plates fuck plates bread is edible plates]
[he hands the first (very) sloppy joe to Sakamoto, flushing a little]
I -- I dunno, I ain't handled a customer before. It probably ain't hard. It looks stupid.
[oh no why didn't you clear this up earlier oiii you criminal]
Like, one'a your jobs?
[he's thought about it before. never said anything to anyone, of course, because they weren't that poor, they weren't that desperate (Badou knows he has had it shitty, but he also knows other people have had it much, much shittier)]
...Uh, um, no.
[he's thought about it before. never said anything to anyone, of course, because they weren't that poor, they weren't that desperate (Badou knows he has had it shitty, but he also knows other people have had it much, much shittier)]
...Uh, um, no.
If you have no problems with waiting, I can arrange something.
[ as good an incentive to get to work as any, right
He just watches Badou eat for a moment, awe-struck and dubious and a little grossed out before he just. Shrugs.
And follows suit.
Holy crap ]
[ as good an incentive to get to work as any, right
He just watches Badou eat for a moment, awe-struck and dubious and a little grossed out before he just. Shrugs.
And follows suit.
Holy crap ]
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