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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 4:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 7:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 4:15 am
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[Oliver Wound: Ribcage]
Oliver was not prepared for Nurse Noemi mode. He settled rather uncomfortably as she pulled out her phone and typed something out, but then all of a sudden she had exposed the wound. It was like a surprise attack.
The boy squeaked and jerked back, but stopped short of pulling his shirt back into place over his torso. Noemi had been doing infirmary shifts, this was probably exactly the kind of thing she was here to learn. "I-I... um... I w-was training," he stammered, "i-it's nothing, really!"
Although deep, and bleeding profusely, the wound was not life-threatening. It had the clean-cut edges of a blade's slash. Both his shirt and the waist of his pants were stained red, but the boy still had enough blood in him to manage an impressive blush.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 6:45 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 8:25 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 4:12 am
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[ Oliver Wound: Ribcage]
Stitches or... oh... Oliver fidgeted nervously with the bloody hem of his shirt for a second, blushed, and then painfully pulled the shirt off. His side was smeared with blood around the wound, which had begun to ooze blood all over again from the movement.
Aside from the fresh injury, freckles, and some old scarring around one shoulder his skin was unmarked. The kid looked super embarrassed, but he had not yet realized himself that his soft, unused muscle had gotten leaner, and a little more defined since arriving on the island. Oliver was starting to look like a hunter under that dinosaur t-shirt.
"I... um, I d-don't know, I've never... uh... d-done this b-before... a-at least not awake..." He stammered, his eyes fixed anxiously on the needle in Noemi's hand.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 9:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 9:46 pm
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[ Oliver Wound: Ribcage ]
Lex put Oliver's shirt to the side, giving the boy a concerned look. Ribcage level cut? He'd been sparring again, more than likely. Poor guy really didn't know when to quit. He wanted to play the role of a stern father at the moment, but knew that wasn't quite professional, or called for at the moment. "The anesthesia will be necessary if you can't stay still, Oliver. Noemi will do her best to stitch you up, even staple the skin if required, but if you squirm too much? She may end up puncturing more than skin."
It was a double warning to them both, not to be cruel, but frank with them. They needed to know the importance of both their roles.
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