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 Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 3:23 pm
Scyeth eyed the leather piece, still not sold on the merits of putting a dried piece of animal hide in his mouth. He'd take his chances biting his tongue, thank you very much. The Australian winced and bit his lip as RuiZhi grabbed hold and started to prepare. Oh god, this was going to make him want to die, wasn't it? Oh god. He did know what he was doing, right? Right? Maybe they should see a doctor instead, Kenth couldn't possibly be-
"HOLY s**t!" the blond screamed. He hadn't even heard his roommate's question. Oh, gods above, even falling didn't hurt that bad. "Holyshitholyshitholyshit!" he exclaimed, cradling the offended arm as he shot Zhi a nasty look. "What the hell was that for!?" he demanded. If the Chinese boy dared laugh, or poke fun, or mock, Scyeth would kill him. Kill him. That was practically the definition of uncool!
The blond growled, still bristling. Except, the growl came out more like a strangled whine. Oh hell, his arm hurt.
"Muffin," he snorted angrily.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 3:36 pm
Somewhere between Scyeth's snarls and train of 'holy shits,' RuiZhi realized what he had done. His eyes doubled in size, dashing back to his materials and ripping open another drawer. He dug through it frantically until he came up with a jar that he was apparently looking for, snagging the gauze and sling as well. All but crawling on Scyeth's lap, he rapidly unscrewed the jar and took out two fingers worth of the strong mint-smelling stuff, slathering it on the joint with surprising tenderness and care for his panic. Making sure the older boy's shoulder was completely covered, he sighed a very small bit of relief; he never would have forgiven himself if the swelling had started.
"I'm so sorry," he apologized humbly to Scyeth, lowering his eyes in what could be shame. He didn't even catch the second 'muffin.' "That salve should take away the pain in a minute or two, it unrestricts blood vessels for better flow. I'm sorry." RuiZhi felt awful, having lost his concentration over...over some Australian name that didn't even mean anything to him! The boy held up the sling, trying not to appear too dejected, murmuring, "When the pain is dull, I'll wrap you up. You'll have to wear a sling, for at least two weeks, so the joint can heal."
RuiZhi still didn't realize he was half straddling one of Scyeth's legs, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 5:10 pm
Scyeth didn't need the salve for all he cared. His reserved little roommate just SAT ON HIS LAP. WHOA. This was AWKWARD. This was beyond awkward. This was so beyond awkward, Scyeth would bet there wasn't even a word for it. And not only that, the poor little Chinese boy was looking like a kicked puppy. Scy was an a**, but he wasn't a puppy kicker. "Um. It's okay, dude." He patted Zhi's head awkwardly (that word really needed some synonyms) and tried to think of something to make this situation better.
"So." Good start, Blondie. Now you just had to figure out where it should go. "So, I guess you didn't mean that?" Yeah. RuiZhi wasn't cruel, he wouldn't just jam his shoulder in for no reason. Yeah. He sighed and tucked a blond strand behind his ear. "Want to get lunch at me with the mall, or something?" Wait. He needed to make sense. "You know. Since you fixed my shoulder." Sort of. "...but you'd need to give me a shirt, I think."
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2007 10:40 am
"I didn't mean to hurt you, but I had to pop your arm back into place." The demure boy regained some of his composure, moving off of Scyeth's leg and starting to wrap the arm in soft gauze. "This will keep the salve soaked on your skin," he explained, temporarily ignoring the lunch invitation. RuiZhi was disappointed with himself for acting so uncollected in his second real case of an emergency.
As he started to place padded leather sling, he finally afforded himself a brief glance to Scyeth's face. "You don't owe me anything. This is what I'm studying to be. Besides...I should be treating you, since I messed up." RuiZhi's face tightened a little, his lips pursed, strain near his eyes. The boy was really rather prideful in what he did, and the near-botch could have been very costly...and not just by the patient's standards. Scyeth's yelling and swearing had been enough for him to make sure he would study threefold, to make sure such a mistake never happened again.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 8:19 am
Scyeth sighed. "Stop being such a stuck in the mud," he grumbled unhappily, testing the sling and wincing at the result. Ug. How long was he going to have to stay in this ugly thing, anyways? "You didn't mess up, dude." His shoulder was back in place, see? And while the whole shoving it back into place was the most excruciating pain he'd ever felt, it was began to numb with that gross stuff his roommate had slimmed all over. "I'm fine." He wasn't dead and nothing was broken and, most importantly, he could still skateboard. The world would go on.
He leaned over to pet RuiZhi's head cheerfully. "Smile, would you?" He shook his head. "I heard if you don't smile enough, you'll forget how." Scyeth wasn't really used to comforting people, but in this case, it took the blond's mind off the fact he had totally botched up and needed someone else to fix his wounds. Wounded pride was far worse than wounded shoulders. "Now." He struggled down to stand. "I'm starving. Let's go eat. Right now." He was not going to take no for an answer.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 10:32 am
RuiZhi was startled out of his own thoughts of failure, blinking up at Scyeth as he reached over to pet the cap-clad head of the Chinese boy. He couldn't help but smile, an easy, relieved gesture that practically warmed him to his toes. "Okay...you're right." The smile grew until he was all but beaming, bobbing his head at the invitation for food. Now that he thought about it, he was kind of hungry...
"If you feel dizzy, just lean on me. I'm short enough to be your moving crutch anyway." He made light of offering aid only if Scyeth should require it; he would by no means force the older boy to do anything. RuiZhi believed that the only way a person could truly heal is if they wanted to, not by being pampered. Propping open the door, he turned that wide and comfortable smile to his room mate.
"So! What sounds good to eat?"
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