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 Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 12:57 pm
Who: RuiZhi & Scyeth
Where: Dorm Room/Hallway
When: Midday, 7th of November It was a peaceful, crisp day, and RuiZhi was too caught up in his own convulted thoughts to appreciate it. Rather than study outdoors, the boy had locked himself away in his shared dorm room, curled in the corner of his bed, surrounded by heaps of books, papers and diagrams. He looked small against the generic fabric of his bed and the mountains of work, although his fierce gaze was turned soundly upon his studies.
He would not speak of his musings or issues, simply burying himself in his work like a certain doctor that he admired. The room was usually his, seeing as Scyeth was rarely to be found, and he made the best use of the time that he could. It was during this time, on that crisp day, that RuiZhi was startled out of his studying by a loud, thundering roll and a sickening crash.
Brown eyes shot up with shock, clambering out of his castle of books and racing to the door, yanking it open. He took a quick, worried glance up and down the hall, but saw nothing. "Is everything okay?" he called out to no one in particular, wondering what could have caused the mishap. His keen attention fell onto the staircase near by, his lips quirking in a frown. Is that where the noise came from? He started to pad slowly towards it, as if afraid of what he'd see at the bottom.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 2:16 pm
Why? Scyeth's ego is too big.
How? He fell down the stairs, you see.
Scyeth, unlike his studious roommate, was taking full advantage of the glorious day. His homework could wait until the sun had set. (Though, his favorite part of the day was the night, so chanced were, he'd probably be out here until it was curfew.) So, in typical Scyeth fashion, the young man went boarding outside, grinding on any surface he could find and pulling any stunts he had the room for. It didn't take too long for him to wish he was at the other side of the school, so he did the most logical thing he could think of: take a short cut. Clearly, Scyeth had not learned his lesson about bumping in to people.
Or stairs, apparently. Ever the confident, the young blond went skating down the stairs. Clearly, he hadn't expected the nose of his board to get stuck. If he had, he certainly didn't do a good job trying to avoid the consequences. He was flung down the stairs with a decent velocity (Scyeth wasn't all skin and bones, you know) and hit the floor with a sickening crunch. Oh, gods. Oh, gods.
One long string of curses later (most were not in English, as it were), the blond was attempting to roll in to a sitting position. Oh, ******** hell. His arm so bad his head was swimming. He shook his head a few times; that didn't help. Of course. Scyeth scowled, forcing himself to suck it up. He jolted up, screaming something obscene. Oh, <********> He peered down at his arm, body now trembling a little as the adrenaline quickly drained.
"Oh, bloody hell."
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 3:43 pm
RuiZhi about jumped out of his skin at the scream ascending the stairs, momentarily freezing him in his tracks. He knew that voice! The cursing that followed only confirmed his sinking recognition, prompting him to run the rest of the way to the stairs and look down.
It was undoubtably Scyeth. The way his face was paling...his expression...! "You're going in shock," the boy doctor called as he quickly clambored down the stairs, gathering his robes to kneel next to his room mate. He had to keep the other boy focused! "Hey, here's your board," he grabbed the still rolling wood, carefully placing it on Scyeth's lap. He took the momentary distraction to get a good eyeful of the injured youth's arm, his lips pursing into a frown.
Okay, okay, what to do! The small boy had to keep from panicing, even though the injury looked like something he could deal with. Taking a deep breath, he smiled kindly to Scyeth, "You okay there, hot shot?" RuiZhi had picked up that term from his sister, who used it after he had described his room mate to her; it fit. Right now, he had to keep them both calm and comforted. He'd have to see what type of state of mind Scyeth was in before he'd know further what to do, not entirely sure he'd be able to handle a hysterical Australian as it were.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 4:59 pm
"What?" Going in to shock? Scyeth slowly twisted to scowl at RuiZhi. Well of course he was shocked! He just got launched off his skateboard and fell down a flight of stairs and HOLY s**t, HIS ARM WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE AT THAT SORT OF ANGLE. Scyeth swallowed. Oh. "My board," he said, blinking at her. "There she is." He hadn't even been looking for her. How very unlike the blond indeed. He stared at the checkered board a little longer, petting it with his not-so-mangled arm before finally looking back at RuiZhi.
"...this is not good," he said slowly, looking from his roommate to his arm and back again. No, this would definitely not be categorized as 'good'. "So I don't think I'm particularly okay, no. My arm hurts." Well, to say the least, Scyeth thought. Not that he would ever admit his arm hurt so bad he wanted to be sick. Or cry. Or yell, or something. That would be so entirely unbecoming and so very not proper Scyeth. So he'd just have to ignore the screaming pain until later. (Letting time passed assured he'd have grounds to gripe over it.)
"...what do you suppose we should do? I mean...I don't think arms are supposed to look like that."
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2007 5:16 pm
RuiZhi uttered a sound between a laugh and a sigh. Scyeth was still Scyeth, just grumpier. He took the older boy's hand, looking at his shoulder, turning the possibilities over in his head. There was no blood, and since the other wasn't consistantly screaming in pain or otherwise having his arm bent at an impossible angle...it was possible, but, he'd have to check to be sure...
"How'd you feel about losing your shirt?" he asked, carefully examining the arm while using his gentle grip on Scyeth's hand to feel if the muscles were still moving and responsive. Brown eyes turned to meet blue ones, his smile still quite honest. "Let's get you back to the dorm." He released the boy's hand and slid under his good arm, plucking the board off of Scyeth's lap and tucking it against his side carefully. He knew what it meant to the boy. "The good news is...I think you arm is only dislocated. The bad news is, that shirt is going to have to be cut off so I can see for certain. I can sew it back up, or get my sister to, so don't worry about that."
He added the last part hastily, knowing how Scyeth was about his appearance even though it was never spoken of. "If I do it, I'll just cut by the sleeve. If we go to Doctor Kenth, it may be unrecognizable by the end of the day." RuiZhi didn't want to 'play doctor,' so to speak, but he didn't want his room mate to get in trouble for skateboarding down a staircase either. He reasoned with himself that he wasn't protecting Scyeth, he was simply...not bothering the doctor with something he himself might be able to handle. Yeah, that sounded right!
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 3:18 pm
"Losing my shirt?" What? Scyeth was successfully distracted then, never one to pass up an opportunity to flirt. (He had a sneaking suspicion it would make RuiZhi upset...or, well, flustered at the very least. All of which were very good things, for the record.) "I'm not one to argue, after all-" Scyeth stopped when his roommate mentioned something about cutting his shirt. What? Why would he do something stupid like- OW. Owowowow. "...kay," Scyeth forced out. He wasn't getting his arm up to pull the shirt up over his head, nope.
"Back to the dorm?" Oh god, he had to move? With a groan, Scyeth slowly brought his legs underneath his body. After a moment of weaving, he dragged himself to his feet. There was no sense in prolonging it. The blond let another curse slip from his lips. "Sorry," he muttered, giving RuiZhi a sideways glance. Why did he feel like he shouldn't be swearing around the boy? Hn. Maybe it was because his roommate seemed so...innocent. Scyeth snorted and shook his head. Hah. He just hit his head too hard. Yeah. There was no other explanation for such stupid thoughts. He'd have to check that when they got back. (Wait. Could he watch his own eyes adjust to a flashlight? He'd have to find a mirror.)
Lost in his own thought, the blond started to sway. He nearly collided with the wall to his side before it caught his attention. Startled, Scyeth flung himself sideways (entirely forgetting his poor, wounded shoulder) and grabbed on to the nearest object. Namely, Rui.
"...hello."
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 10:46 am
"Good," RuiZhi managed an amused smile as Scyeth gave in quickly. At least he wasn't going to fight on the issue. The boy was about to get under his room mate's arm to help him, when Scyeth started to stand all on his own. RuiZhi bit his lip, wanting to scold him and help but not wanting to encroach on the older boy, whose pride was no doubt somewhat bruised.
He stopped biting his lip long enough to pass a warm smile to Scyeth. "Don't worry about it. My sister says worse, in different languages." It amused him, really; he didn't mind if other people swore, but he himself would never say such things. The mere thought made his cheeks flush, ducking his head and thus missing the fact that the older boy had just about gotten personal with a wall. Not but a few seconds after, it seemed Scyeth got personal with the small Chinese boy, effecitvely startling him out of his own thoughts.
Deer-in-the-headlights brown eyes blinked up at the boy. "Uh. Hi." He looked between Scyeth's clutching hands and his face, carefully slipping an arm around the older boy's back to support him on his non-injured side. "Here...this'll be easier, since you probably have a concussion." RuiZhi started up the stairs with Scyeth, still ever mindful of explaining why he was doing what he was doing; the boy was never one for pity or talking down to others, and as such, he didn't intend to start with his room mate. He really just wanted to help.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 11:59 am
What was going on? It was slowly occuring to Scyeth just what exactly was going on. If he were at home, falling down and knocking himself silly (never mind busting up his arm) was enough to get a few whacks upside the head. Add in the fact it was his fault to begin with, and, well. That was grounds to get the s**t beat out of him. The blond frowned and began to wriggle as they plodded up the stairs. He didn't need RuiZhi's help! Let go, let go! Accepting help was just...unacceptable, even if it was just his roommate. (Honestly, Scy did have a hard time believe RuiZhi might hurt him. The small boy was sweet and naive and so very, very sheltered, all off which was very endearing and cute, but still, that didn't make him-)
...wait. Cute? Where did that come from?
Cute like a little Chinese doll?
Yeah. That was better.
Scyeth blinked and shook his head, past worries dropping from his train of thought. Damnit. He must have hit his head really hard. Still. He shouldn't be accepting this much help. That was wrong.
"...you don't need to give me a hand."
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 12:21 pm
RuiZhi reached the top of the stairs, glancing over to Scyeth (which wasn't hard, what with him being less than a foot away). "I'm going to be a doctor, Scyeth. I want to give you a hand. But..." He looks at the older boy with curiosity. "...if you're okay, you can walk on your own, right? You can pull away anytime you want. I'm not going to strong arm you into anything, believe me." He smiled cheerfully at his room mate. It was true; he was damn near too small to fight with his homework, let alone the lanky Australian if he didn't want to be around him.
He lifted his chin towards their dorm room. "We're almost there. I swear I'll try to do this as fast as I can, okay? I just want to get you back on your feet, even if that means back on your board." RuiZhi smiled to himself, pleased that he wasn't having an anxiety attack or otherwise blundering the situation. Scyeth was easy to talk to, in a strange way, as if all the boundaries of what was acceptable and what wasn't were perfectly clear and easy to follow. Or so he thought; he didn't really know much about the boy, truth be told. Well, now was as good as any time to learn.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 3:20 pm
Oh. RuiZhi would have just let him go if he tried? Scyeth mentally kicked himself. For the gods' sakes, he was all but mentally impaired today. "Of course," the blond said indignantly. "I just wanted to make sure I had my balance before letting go." It would be embarrassing to fall over again. He'd probably injure himself further, too; that was just the kind of luck the Australian had. Wrinkling his nose, Scyeth pulled himself away from the smaller boy, unable to help the strangled noise that escaped when he did.
OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW.
Why was he such a proud creature? Scyeth bit his bottom lip hard, avoiding any other whimpers from escaping. "Okay," he choked out. He was not that hurt. It wasn't like a fatal wound or anything. Just a stupid, dislocated shoulder. Right. Like RuiZhi said. He'd be back on his trusty board in no time. ...right. Scyeth exhaled deeply and his shoulders relaxed as though the very thought of boarding was enough to soothe some of his frayed nerves. He slipped in to their room once they arrived, pushing Banish out of the way with his leg. The cat could wait.
Making a beeline for the bed, Scyeth sat down with a relieved sigh, only realizing just how hard that was now that it was over. He looked up at RuiZhi, carefully scrutinizing the other student. Well, he still had Scyeth's skateboard. That was a plus. He wasn't sneering or looking otherwise smug...nor did he look terribly sympathetic. The blond blinked. Strange. Was defense actually necessary in this situation? (Gods, was he actually letting his guard down!?) Scyeth steeled himself and shook his head.
"Now what, doctor?" he asked, never lifting his scrutinizing gaze from RuiZhi.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 3:34 pm
The boy's only reply to Scyeth's withdrawl was an all-suffering sigh. RuiZhi had an older brother and sister, and therefore was used to this type of independence, especially with the latter. He followed the other into the dorm, closing the door behind them and very carefully placing the board by Scyeth's feet. Taking a moment to pet Banish and scritch him behind the ears, he glanced up at the 'doctor' remark, his expression becoming thoughtful. What first?
"I'll get some scissors and remove your shirt. I need to see it clearly." He didn't add that he had to make sure it wasn't broken, but since the older boy hadn't passed out, that seemed like a good sign. Giving Banish one last pet, he stood and moved to one of his drawers, pulling out his herbal box and a few other items; gauze, a strap of leather, an old looking sling and the aforementioned scissors.
Picking up the metal cutters, he walked back to his room mate, resting one knee on the bed. "I'll cut the sleeve at the seam, and then to the collar. Is that okay?" He smiled as kindly as he knew how, actually calming himself somewhat in his bid to put the other's mind at ease. RuiZhi would make sure Scyeth was comfortable with everything he was going to do...except the actual act of replacing his arm. That likely wouldn't be comfortable for either of them, but he had to see the extent of the damage first.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 3:59 pm
Well. RuiZhi certainly seemed like he knew what he was doing. Scyeth blinked, mildly shocked. Was that what studying at this school could do for you? (Or was Rui already like that and that's why he was here in the first place?) Whatever. Scyeth shrugged at his roommate and immediately regretted it with a howl. PAINpainpainpain. Memo to self: No more skateboarding down stairs. Grind down the handrails instead. (Even if there are hands on them. They'll live. What's a few mangled fingers compared to this?)
Scyeth glared as Banish mewled. Hey. HEY! Back off, cat! He was the wounded one here! The blond bristled, about to yell the cat off when RuiZhi pulled out some...stuff and walked over. "Cut my shirt?" he whined (whether the whine was from pain or the shirt, no one could be sure). Well, there was no way he was getting it over his head. Eugh. "Okay," he sighed, giving in without anymore of a fight. Fine. RuiZhi could laugh at him all he wanted. See if he cared.
"Just go ahead. Can't get any worse from here."
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 4:09 pm
RuiZhi's smile tightened a little as he went to work on the shirt. He didn't bother to correct Scyeth; he'd know soon enough. The scissors slide easily over the fabric, following the seam and eventually cutting at the collar. The boy put his fingers against the other's neck to take the brunt of the scissors, just in case he slipped. Satisfied, he eased the shirt off, placing it on the side of the bed. RuiZhi moved back to his items, replacing the scissors and picking up the strap of leather before returning to his room mate. This was the interesting part.
The boy moved his face close to the arm, lowering his glasses to peer over them, eyeing the protrusion of the bone beneath the skin. He touched Scyeth's forearm; it seemed the blood was still circulating, so no nerves or vessels were caught in the dislocation. Thankfully, RuiZhi could confirm that was exactly what it was. "The good news is, your arm is dislocated, and not broken.
The bad news is, I need to pop it back into place." His small hand extended to offer the scrap of thick leather to the injured boy. "Put this in your mouth, between your teeth. I know it sounds gross, but you're going to want to bite that, rather than your tongue, or grinding your teeth." RuiZhi smiled again, a little wistfully; they used the same treatment for pregnant women, he and his mother, when the medicine couldn't be administered. He just hoped Scyeth wouldn't brush him off.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 11:23 am
Scyeth moaned inwardly as RuiZhi cut off his shirt. His poor, poor shirt. At least it wasn't his favorite. (Maybe he could ask his dad to send him a new one in those....nevermind.) He has plenty of other shirts, right? Right. And they were nicer. The blond scowled as RuiZhi confirmed his earlier suspicions. A dislocated arm was good news? He snorted. Apparently, his roommate had never suffered one of these. Popping it in to place didn't sound very pleasant either.
...especially because Zhi was offering him that....thing. "Is that even sanitary?" he groused, shaking his bangs from his face. This was ridiculous. How many other people had put their mouth on that thing? (Despite the fact Scyeth was a brat and a wild child growing up, he was also very used to being clean all the time. His father had been very well off; Scyeth always got the best of the best. This...did not seem like the best.) "Are you sure this is a good idea?" he muttered, shifting nervously (not that he'd ever, under any circumstance, admit it was nervousness making him uncomfortable).
Clearly, it was time to turn the tables.
"Are you sure you know how to do this, muffin?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 3:07 pm
The Chinese boy actually rolled his eyes, dropping the leather onto Scyeth's lap. As if he'd make his room mate use a USED piece! He knew how to clean and cure his leather, thank you very much! RuiZhi grunted a little, taking Scyeth's arm at his elbow, eyeing the shoulder for the right angle to pull. The older boy's complaining was an incessant drone in his ear, one that he easily ignored as he prepared himself. He'd have to be careful, and undistracted, to do it as painless as possible...which wasn't to say it would be painless, but there were steps, yes, certain measures he could take--
And then Scyeth called him muffin.
RuiZhi jerked backwards in surprise, and, consquently, pulled the dislocated arm with him. There was a sound like something snapping, and the horrible protrusion beneath Scyeth's shoulder was gone, the arm back in the socket as it should be. It probably wasn't the most painless way to go about it, but RuiZhi wasn't even thinking about it, despite the fact that his room mate's reaction would soon follow.
"What?"
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