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 Posted: Sun Jun 09, 2013 10:47 pm
Cradling his wrist as he walked, Mathias forced himself to dig out his phone from his pocket and dialed the number to the only guy he knew who would take a look at it and not ask too many questions - or rather - ask the right ones. Putting the phone to his ear, he grit his teeth as he walked. It hurt every time he tried to squeeze the hand that was attached to the broken wrist. Yeah - it was definitely broken. Sighing he took a break to lean against a lamppost while he listened to the phone ring. "Come on you b*****d, pick up..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 4:26 am
It was another day at the Orthopaedic clinic for Boaz, the previous patient he had just seen in his consultation room in the process of being wheeled out to the waiting area by the clinic assistant while he put down his management plan into her case notes when the phone in his pant pocket began to vibrate from the incoming call. He let the phone buzz for a while, intent on completing the sentence that he was in the midst of writing lest he lost his train of thought with the diversion, putting down his pen so that he could reach for the phone as soon as he was done with it.
Mathias?
He almost did a double take the moment he saw the name that corresponded to the identity of the caller who was trying to reach him on the screen. Something must have happened if the younger male was calling him directly like this instead of texting him the way they normally did. Tapping on the screen to pick up the call, he lifted the phone next before speaking. "Boaz here. What's up?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 1:09 am
"There was an incident, suffice it to say, I am injured and am in need of medical care." His voice was punctuated with the pain it took to keep walking with the phone to his ear. His wrist was throbbing now - he hoped the break wasn't bad, but it was enough to make him see stars. "I think my wrist is broken," He said flatly, stopping again to lean against a building as he spoke. "My ankle is still a little sore - I got it twisted the other day. But my wrist is the more important injury."Blinking away the tears from the pain, he hissed a bit and hobbled on again. "Where can I find you. I don't want to trust this injury to a normal doctor. I need someone who won't ask stupid questions and can pass information along the right channels... You know what I mean?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 12, 2013 10:23 am
Given the recent timeline of events that even he himself had the opportunity of partaking in, Boaz had a pretty good idea as to which incident Mathias was likely alluding to, the pitch of his voice an octave lower as he tried to confirm for himself if that was indeed the case. "This wouldn't happen to be related to the rowdy fancy dress party that took place over the weekend, would it?"
It might seem like a relatively unimportant piece of information but he was actually trying to glean what he could get over the phone in order to gauge just how bad Mathias' wrist was. Probably not bad enough for him to seek immediate medical attention on that day itself, but certainly serious enough for him to come to him for medical attention. "I understand. Orthopedic specialist outpatient clinic, Destiny City General Hospital. You'll need a couple of X-rays to properly assess the extent of the injuries when you come in. Think you'll be able to manage getting here on your own, or should I see if I could find someone to help take care of that?"
He didn't mind all this really. He would be more than willing to do this and more even if it was for a total stranger he just ran into on the street, much lest a fellow Negaverse officer whom he already was well acquainted with. "Any other thing that you think I need to know?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 15, 2013 1:18 am
"I'm about a quarter of the way there - I can manage." Mathias grumbled as he moves along the sidewalk, keeping his wrist as close to his chest as possible as he walked. "Just let me know where to get the damn x-rays done and I'll get them done."Laughing a bit into the phone, he shook his head. "No, no, it wasn't that party - it was a more private affair. Ran into a shirtless guy wearing a loin cloth... suffice it to say it went rather interesting from there. I'll fill you in more once I get to you. Probably not the best time or place to have this conversation.""Only that this really freaking hurts and it made a cracking noise when it happened."
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Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 7:47 am
Based on his choice of words in addition to the hissing and grumbling punctuating the laboured breathing from the effort it took to make his way over to the hospital while on the phone, Mathias was obviously in a pissy mood and Boaz figured that it was very likely from the pain his wrist was causing him. Not a good sign all in all. "Alright. Just drop me another line if you happen to change your mind on that. I'll leave the forms for the X-rays with the reception staff so you can pick it up from them when you get here. Your full name is Mathias...?"
Fishing out a form for X-ray imaging from the adjacent drawer, he quickly scribbled the suspected diagnosis into the appropriate box, pausing to give the clinic assistant a semi-distracted polite smile as his pen hovered over the one that was meant for the patient's particulars. "I see. Probably broken as you've suspected. Which side is this on and any drug allergies? Do you want something to help with the pain as soon as you get here?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 9:39 am
"Mathias Ezekiel White, I don't generally use my middle initial though..." Though surely Boaz would not blame Mathias for that - given that his initials spelt out mew. "Left wrist, I'm allergic to sulfa based drugs. Yes, I would absolutely love to not want to roll around on the ground swearing at every passer by, so anything to help with the pain would be greatly appreciated."
Now he was starting to get more snarky - which was a good sign, it meant he'd finally overcome the pain of his injury. It was no longer blinding him. He was hoofing it pretty hard - probably harder than he should considering the nature of his injury - but he wasn't about to stop moving as quickly as he could go.
"I think I can see the hospital now - maybe - its hard to tell from here. Anymore questions or can I let you go so I can move with both arms free?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 10:58 am
Mathias White. Boaz took a moment to spell that out as legibly as he could so that Mathias would not run into any trouble later on, making sure to indicate the affected side before signing off and stamping his name at the end. "Just the first and last name will do so that the forms don't accidentally end up with another Mathias by mistake. The reception staff should be able to give you directions to the Radiology department round the corner where the X-rays will be taken."
He very briefly contemplated cracking a joke in an attempt to lighten up the situation some but decided against it at the very last moment lest it served to irritate Mathias more. "I think I'm good for now so the other questions can wait. I'll see you once those X-rays are done. Godspeed Mathias."
Torvil Insert time skip to them meeting after the X-rays are done? =3
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 10:58 pm
Sometimes it helped to have friends who worked at the hospital - by the time he entered the ER they had triaged him and sent him on down to radiology to get the arm looked at. He felt a little bad at all the swearing he'd done at the X-ray tech when she moved his arm, but he felt she accepted his somewhat sullen apology afterward. Afterward, they had directed him toward the orthopedics department, where he was now sitting and waiting, arm sitting limply in his lap as he tried very hard not to move it. Given what he tended to wear, he wasn't really able to form a good sling unless he mucked with his jacket and that would have hurt worse in the long run, so he just kept it on but unbuttoned. He hoped desperately his X-rays would get read quickly and the results sent up to Boaz before too much longer - he'd gotten his drugs in the ER - but they were taking their sweet time to kick in.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 4:19 am
His colleagues at the Emergency department would be on the lookout for Mathias and get him what he needed before sending him over to the Orthopaedics department where he was at. It was with that thought at the back of his mind that Boaz worked his way diligently through the list of patients he was supposed to see for the rest of the morning. It was hospital policy that he attended to them first before he was allowed to see walk-ins that had no prior appointment made such as in Mathias' case.
Putting the films up on the X-ray box, he needed only to spare a glance at the preliminary report from the radiologist to confirm that there was indeed a non-displaced fracture involving the wrist joint and allowed himself a soft sigh of relief as he looked briefly at the clock then asked the clinic assistant to run along and grab her lunch since he could pretty much handle things on his own from here.
Now that he had the consultation room all to himself and Mathias who was still waiting outside, he pulled open the door with a small smile and called his name as he would customary do for any other patient. "Mr Mathias White?" Ushering the other in and making sure that the door was shut entirely behind him, he crossed over to take his seat opposite the other man. "Your wrist's broken as you've suspected. How did this happen and when?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2013 9:30 pm
Mathias cringed as he remembered the incident that had led to his broken wrist, leaning back a bit in his chair he huffed and shook his head. "Stringy looking b*****d of a knight, goes by the name of Luxor. Mostly naked, pretty much just a loincloth and not much else. Thought he was going to be easy pickings - but he's got some serious Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon bullshit going on if you catch my drift."He was doing everything in his power not to play with the broken appendage, the pills were starting to work though, it was down to a dull throb. "But yeah, a stick got involved in our little fist fight and it met my wrist."
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 1:11 am
There was a grim look on Boaz's face as he listened to Mathias' account of the incident and the implicated knight who managed to do him in. Luxor. He would have to see if the database that the Information branch maintained had anything on him. He knew from firsthand experience that Mathias was no pushover in stark contrast to himself - hell, his being part of Spec-Ops ought to be testimonial of his combat abilities and the Negaverse's recognition of it as an asset that could be tapped on - so if he said that this knight wasn't one to be trifled with, he certainly would take his word for it without any second thoughts.
"I see. So it seems that there are those among them whom we may have to flag to our superiors as a potential sticky one to deal with so that Spec-Ops can come up with a plan to bring him down. Have you reported this... incident to one of your Captains?" He made known his concern and intent to ensure that there wouldn't be a repeat incident with another on their side risking injury or worse, death, should anyone had the misfortune of encountering this particular individual as a thoughtful look crossed his face next.
"We'll put this down on paper as a domestic incident with something heavy like a can of watercolour falling on your wrist while you were trying to reach for something on a shelf if that works for you? Is this your dominant hand by the way?" He inquired, his attention now shifting back to Mathias' injury and what he could do for him that was within his knowledge and capacity. "More importantly, how's the pain right now on a scale of one to ten? Think you'll be able to put up with a quick examination on my part or do I need to get you something stronger than what my colleagues at the Emergency department had to offer?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2013 1:06 am
"Might not be a bad idea," Mathias grunted, both to the putting the information up the chain and marking it as a domestic incident. "Though I'd say a can of oil paint, that s**t's heavy." It made more sense he'd break his wrist that way. Hell he'd seen people break their toes dropping cans of Acrylics. Art was dangerous business. "I'm about a seven, the drugs are working - it was a ten before." he grunted in reply to the question of his pain level. "I won't say no to nicer drugs though if you're willing to hook a teammate up."Not that he planned on getting hooked on pain-pills. He was just hurting and he knew the best way was to suck down as much opiate as possible.
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 3:57 pm
"You do that. Once we've gotten your wrist sorted out proper." Boaz nodded, sliding his chair closer as he explained what he intended to do for Mathias next. "It's just a really quick check to ensure that nothing else in your hand is compromised. I'll give you a shot of something really strong after that and then we can get you a cast to immobilize the joint." As much as he wanted to keep Mathias comfortable with something stronger from what he had access to, a pain score of seven seemed fair enough for now while he went about his examination next.
Keeping his gaze on the younger male's face so that he would know if what he was doing was hurting him, he gently pressed his index and middle finger to his wrist, keeping them there for a few seconds before giving him a small smile and taking him through his finding. "Circulation's looking good. Now for sensation... I'll need you to tell me if there's any difference at all between both sides as I run my fingers along your skin." He paused for a few seconds to let Mathias process his instructions and voice out any concerns he might have then started to rub his fingers lightly against what might seem like random spots along his forearms before going on to his hands and fingers.
"If it hurts at any point, just let me know and I'll stop."
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 9:13 pm
Mathias hissed a bit at the initial touch of Boaz's fingers on his wrist, but he didn't pull the appendage away, instead just letting him do his thing and trying to not focus on the pain as he moved his fingers along his hands. "Heh, that's what I say to my girlfriend when I'm about to give it to her hard," He snorted at Boaz's last statement, cringing as he ran his fingers hit a particularly sore spot near his wrist. "It seems to be just my wrist, but it's hard to tell," he muttered.
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