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 Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 6:36 pm
"Papa say 'Ahhh'!" commanded a squeaky voiced Sabina who had tired of throwing old bread from atop a bridge at the ducks down below. The young one had newly acquired some hospital speak and must of course apply it to the real world at once.
Matthew, catering to the girl's short attention span, sat on the railing of the bridge with little miss doctor herself in his lap. Those passing by on their way through the street were amused by the tiny thing's enthusiam. The man left to deal with it, however, only begrudgingly obliged to open his mouth for inspection.
"Oh no no no, this is bad Papa," Sabina said gravely, shaking her head. Before the man could know what was happening, she had hopped off his lap and gone wobbling across the bridge crying with all the dramatic urgency she could muster, "I need an IB here, stat!"
"It's an IV," corrected Matt, who once again found himself in a chase for his ward, "And you're never watching my doctor shows again!"
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 7:13 pm
Quincy had long since developed a fascination with ducks, ever since he first spied the hatchlings at Sam's farm, and tended to want and herd them. It was an odd instinct, that is, the need for everything to be organized and safe. The small yellow tufts of fluff chirped and quacked their way around the the small pond by the bridge. Quincy sat a safe distance away, his tail wagging, his ears perked and his head tilted slightly to the side.
If it hadn't been for the chance crumb of bread to fall and land on his nose Quincy would never had noticed the other girl or the genius idea. The toddler jumped up onto his feet and sped off towards the bridge, where he knew that his dad was sitting at, speaking with one of the pretty ladies from work. Toshi, Quincy thought. And thus, the poor boy forgot his mission and merely stopped in the center of the path. It wasn't until the other girl shouted something about IB and stat that the Hiccup jumped to attention and tripped over himself to make way for the racing girl.
His feet were just a tad too large for him and he tripped backwards, warm bellied and big 'pawed' onto his bum. Apparently there was a trend within parks that a Quincy must always fall and it was apparent that this trend shall continue.
"owowowow..." Quincy muttered as he scooched to tug at his now aching tail.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 7:39 pm
It was an absolute train wreck, that kind that plays in slow motion no matter how much you don't want it to. Matthew watched in horror as some poor boy fell to the ground, victim of Sabina's rampant charge across the bridge. Guilty by association, he ceased his running and knelt down when he reached the boy.
"Sabina! Er, doctor!" he chimed, for he couldn't very well let the little devil continue her spree. As she never responded to his authoratative calls, he humored her with the title.
"You alright?" he whispered to the unknown boy, brows furrowed in a sheepish manner. He had but a moment to fuss until Hurricane Sabina was due to show up again.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 8:20 pm
Quincy tensed and flinched away from the other man, wanting to keep silent but was unable to keep the response down. Dog flapped ears hugged closer to the toddler's head as he felt clumsy and overly excited still. He muttered something to himself, unintelligent and nonsensical before turning carrot brown eyes towards Sabina's guardian.
"I'm okay." He said, twitching his nose slightly in order to catch a scent, reaching out to find Aaron. It wasn't until a moment that he remembered his etiquette. "Thank you, sir." he tacked on.
Aaron's chuckle was heard from a few feet away as he sauntered over to the fallen Quincy, Toshi having since left to the sanction of the office and home. "You're not too good in parks, are you?" He said reaching down and mussing up matted hair and furry ears. Quincy leaned into the touch and shook a little in happiness. He glanced over at the speeding child and then back to Aaron and the strange man. wasn't she going to get lost?
Aaron lifted his gaze to Matt and threw in a sloppy grin. "Hello, I'm Aaron. It's nice to meet you." Aaron gazed back down at Quincy who was tensely watching Sabina's retreating form.
"Dad, she's gonna get lost." Quincy muttered, tugging on Aaron's sleeve for attention from the adult conversation.
"Thank you, Quincy seems to have a problem with keeping the ground beneath his feet." Aaron chuckled out and raised a hand in greeting. He had noted the child earlier and it was good to have as many people as possible for Quincy to socialize with.
Quincy sighed and wondered why no one was listening. He glanced back over to the direction Sabina went in and then towards her guardian. He didn't seem worried but that didn't stop quincy from sneaking away and eventually following the other girl.
"Heeey!" Quincy called. "Stop! I don't want you to get lost!" Another huff and puff, "Hey! Wait up!"
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2008 9:07 pm
Matt stood and acknowledged Aaron with a nod after seeing the boy was well. "Matthew," he introduced himself, being a man of so many words. He couldn't help but smirk at Quincy's concern for Sabina; if he only knew!
"Yeah, well," Matthew observed, cocking an eyebrow, "He's going to have more problems if he catches up to my Sabi down there." It was amusing and easy conversation for the guardian, who had by now collected many recepients of apologies for the sugar glider girl's mishaps. His own grey eyes dared Aaron's to catch what was about to go down across the bridge.
Sabina, never unaware, had continued her frantic requests for an IB as she now had TWO patients to treat. Quincy's calls were lost upon her, until she suddenly pivoted completely around on one foot to make her way back and realized she was the target of his words.
"You're in trauma!" she gasped, recognizing her crash victim immediately. Her ears twitched in alarm at this shocking revelation. As a second thought she added defensively, "And I don't get lost." Hmph.
Sabina adopted long strides at a slower pace, forcefully taking hold of Quincy's hand when she reached it to lead him back where he needed to be. Some people insisted on making her job difficult, it seemed. She continued her march, indifferently tugging the boy onward and nose held high in the air.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 3:27 am
"Quincy will be fine." He paused and watched as the toddler stumbled with the girl snagged his hand mid stride. "That is, if he overcomes his trouble with gravity." He sighed and settled against a post of the bridge and watched what he hoped would not be a disaster in the making.
Quincy recovered from his trip up, feet skidding against the ground as Sabina dragged him away despite her smaller stature. He was supposed to be rescuing her and she was saying she doesn't get lost? He sniffed, dog like nose twitching, in frustration. It was then that the boy paused in thought and looked towards the girl with a lost expression. he was in what? Sharp canines bit down on his lip in worry that the girl knew something about him that he did not. He glanced down at his stumbling and clumsy self and then back to the knowledgeable girl.
"What..." He paused a moment and watched a passing waddle of ducklings and wiggled his fingers in the sugar glider's grip. "What is trauma?" Asked tentatively as he followed Sabina's quickened stride.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 3:38 pm
"If you say so," Matthew allowed, leaning back and popping several pieces of gum into his mouth. While the other man held hopes for the absence of disaster, this one clung to his natural skepticism that it was inevitable.
Meanwhile, Sabina was in the rarely unique position of being at a loss for words. She didn't know what trauma was; from her understanding, doctors told everyone they were in trauma. None of those people ever asked what that meant, however.
"Trauma is...very bad," she thus responded with an air of stern confidence. That settled the matter for sure.
An abrupt stop marked the girl's intended destination but let no time at all for her company to register it. Sabina released the boy's hand and faced him, observing what she considered further lack in grace but was actually the commonplace result of being led by someone who stopped unannounced. Still, she felt a twinge of compassion for his physical awkwardness; it was in fact strangely familiar to her. This thought only upset her, though.
"I need to know your med'cal hist'ry," she announced carefully, placing one hand on her chin and holding her elbow with the other-it was an intellectual sort of pose in her mind. She had no time for the usual formalities; she could learn his name after saving his life. "Has this happened before?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 6:48 pm
"Very bad?" Quincy now stood with knocking in fear for himself. Ironic considering he was the one who wanted to save Sabina from being lost and kidnapped, now he was being scrutinized and on the verge of running to Aaron and never stepping outside to fall ever again.
"My-my Medical History?" Did he have a medical history? "I sneezed yesterday when my Dad gave me lemonade. Am I 'llergic?" He answered quickly and promptly. Quincy's eyes were wide as saucers as Sabina attempted to diagnose him. He fell all the time. Whenever he was trying to do something he fell. Aaron called him positionally challenged, and said stuff about puppy feet. Needless to say, Quincy couldn't piece a thing together. "It actually happens all the time..." There was an audible gulp.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 3:47 am
Sabina nodded as Quincy spoke, another showcase of intellect according to her. She was strained to keep her poker face, feeling both apprehension of causing the boy to worry any more and impatience to diagnose him because she wasn't allowed to bust out the lollipops until the end. The entire ritual of giving out lollipops after a doctor's appointment didn't make much sense to her, but she saw it as legit reason to sneak away with her favorite treat so often forbidden by her father.
"Maybe," she answered vaguely, "but it's probly not important. What happens all the time? Falling? Sneezing? How much is all the time?" As much as she didn't enjoy the anxiety she appeared to be causing, they were at the inevitable point in the process where she asked a bunch of questions. So of course, she would do just that, and in quick succession no less.
As she approached him for a physical examination and further questioning, Sabina paused and retracted her outreached hands. With raised eyebrows, she asked cautiously, "You HAVE had your cootie shots, right?" Her tone suggested this was serious business.
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