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Post by rosaline on Aug 6, 2010 1:31:14 GMT -5
Well, he certainly was efficient. Weren't the patients here supposed to be the incapable invalids of society? It was thought that at least those in regular hospitals could recover. Those sent to the asylum were usually...lost causes. People who were catatonic, or psychotic, or totally broken from reality. She supposed that Mr Sulk could fit that last category. But...he seemed to know what was real, and what was going on. His perceptions and reactions, though...were entirely off the wall of normal. IN situations like this, however...it might not necessarily be a bad thing. After all, in what normal sense of reality did monsters of darkness spring out of nothing to eat your heart.
Rosaline's was beating hard in her chest. Her chest rose and fell quite quickly, but she was able to push her cart into the elevator. Yes. Let's go. Get the hell outta here. Although once within safety of the elevator, she was able to turn her attention to the next most important thing. Far more suited to action than her or not, Mr Sulk was still susceptible to injury. Herding the man into the elevator, and closing the door, Rosaline gently took the patient's shoulders.
"That thing hit you hard," she murmured, twisting and turning to try get a look at the area that would have been injured.
"Are you okay?"
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Post by Mr. Sulk on Aug 10, 2010 7:09:20 GMT -5
Mr. Sulk looked back at Rosaline, noticing her worrying for him. Mr. Sulk's thought pattern seemed to work like so: She sees that I'm hurt and it's making her sad! How do I make her happy? She's a doctor; she likes making people healthy. Maybe if I let her look at my chin, she'll be happy fixing it up.
Mr. Sulk tapped the side of his jaw, sliding his mask up enough for her to see his mouth area clearly, but still covering his nose and eyes. Some blood started coming out between his front teeth, and Mr. Sulk took that as a hint that he didn't need to explain how much it hurt for her to know that it was a bad injury.
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Post by rosaline on Aug 12, 2010 3:28:45 GMT -5
Ah, good. Cooperation. It was always wonderful to see. But what else could she expect from a patient like Mr. Sulk? Being awkward would not make her happy, and that was what the man was all about. Rosaline hadn't thought it was possible for someone to be so unfailingly selfless, but once again she found herself being proven wrong. The corners of the doctor's lips twitched with the hint of a smile as she watched the man's hand slid up his mask. It faded in a second, however, as the sight of blood reached her eyes. A firm grimace twisted her lips and it would not move until she was sure that whatever wound Mr Sulk had was tended to. She might not be a psychiatrist (with good reason), but Rosaline was a doctor.
...sort of...almost...not really.
Damn it, she was comfortable with this, and that was all that mattered!
"Tell me if anywhere I touch hurts, okay?" she asked, softly, as she raised her own hands to palpate alone her patient's jaw. Well, no. First she saw how filthy the pads of her fingers were. Hissing a little, Rosa wiped them on her pants before again reaching for Mr. Sulk's face. Her fingers pressed over the area, before moving to his chin. Her touch was lighter, as that was the main area of impact.
"Please open your mouth?"
Hopefully things wouldn't be too bad in there...but the blood was not a good sign.
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Post by Mr. Sulk on Aug 26, 2010 11:34:38 GMT -5
Mr. Sulk followed her orders and opened his mouth as wide as he could. Blood could be seen coming from his gums, going between his teeth. Mr. Sulk was not at all afraid of the blood, and kept his mouth open to let her inspect it. All the while, though, he kept a firm grip on the keyblade in the event of a Heartless attack during the ride up. He kept himself silent as not to move his mouth.
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Post by rosaline on Sept 3, 2010 19:39:09 GMT -5
Ah. Bleeding gums. There wasn't much that she could do about that. She was a doctor, not a dentist! Actually, any bleeding on the mouth was veritably un-helpable. Couldn't put a bandage on a bitten tongue, or a nipped cheek. But it was good to check, to make sure that there wasn't anything truly terrible. It seemed to be okay...an injury that would heal itself in time. The blood would clot, and the bleeding would stop.
"I think you'll be okay," she replied, with a smile. It wasn't shaky, and wasn't unsure. IN fact, the woman seemed rather pleased with Mr. Sulk's bill of health. It could have been much worse.
"I'll put some ice on your chin once we get up to the top floor."
If they ever got there. This elevator seemed pretty rickety. And if any heartless found them...
The woman's smile faltered at that thought.
Best not think about it. Well. Might as well distract herself! There was ice waiting up top, but there was something else that she could try for him. It couldn't hurt, could it?
"Or...if you let me try something..." she continued. Rosaline's hands moved to cup Mr. Sulk's jaw. Her face twisted in concentration, as she focused on...well, something. Rosaline couldn't describe it. It was like...forcing out warm, comforting, healing energy. Her hands started to glow with a soft light and the woman grinned. Ha! Better than ice any day.
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Post by Mr. Sulk on Sept 3, 2010 19:55:14 GMT -5
Mr. Sulk smiled as she healed his jaw. Normally he didn't much care about himself, but it felt real good so he allowed himself a momentary lapse in his normal selfless personality. After a short while, she took her hands off and he grinned brightly as he pulled the mask back down over his mouth.
"We're almost there. Not much longer, really. Mr. Sulk thinks we're in safer floor territory now, anyway, so not much to worry about." |
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