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 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 4:34 pm
Oliver was often seen in the infirmary during busy periods, pulled away from menial lab chores whenever hunters from a big mission were back in various states of disrepair. He had gotten very good at recording information on patient charts, administering the correct medications, finding files and records on demand, and even interacting with patients. The biggest improvement was being able to suppress his naturally anxious expression, the smell of pain and antiseptic in the air no longer made him a nervous wreak.
Unless he happened to be the patient himself.
Having been told to go to the infirmary under threat of further bodily harm, Oliver held one hand to a red stain darkening the side of his coat. He fidgeted nervously and glanced towards the hall where his escort had left him. It was often his job to get newcomers to where they could be examined, what was he supposed to do as a patient?
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 7:37 pm
[Oliver Wound: Ribcage]
Noemi had finished her third room of cleaning, thankfully. Mister Lex was busy with patients, of the not physically injured kind and that left the little mist to run around doing errands.
Her next goal was coffee for the nurses and doctors who looked a bit harried. Just as she was on her way to the machine, she noticed a certain life hunter holding his side.
A side stained with red.
"O..Oliver!" Noemi rushed over, "Wh...What happened?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 7:38 pm
[Mister Lex...]
Noemi slid the coffee over to the older life hunter and smiled at him.
"Do you trust...trust me?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 7:55 pm
[Oliver Wound: Ribcage] At hearing a familiar voice, Oliver's immediate reaction was to turn around with a smile. He was always happy to see Noemi... At least until he remembered the situation, and he certainly didn't want her to see him injured the way he was. "Ah, n-nothing! I-I'm fine," he insisted, shifting his hand in an attempt to hide the injury. It wasn't a very good attempt. He switched tactics, and tried a hasty change of topic. "D-do you know if they fixed the good coffee machine yet? I-it was making some strange noises the other day..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 7:55 pm
[ Mister Lex... ]
"Of course I do." Lex smiled at the younger girl, taking in a deep sip of the coffee, smiling one the liquid heaven touched his lips. "Why do you ask?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 8:21 pm
[Oliver Wound: Ribcage]
Noemi stared at him and looked at his ribcage.
"That doesn't look fine!" She tried to turn the subject back! "J..Just hold on! I will text Mister Lex. Here." She ushered the boy into a clean room (one she had just cleaned of course). "The good coffee machine? Not yet!" She pushed him into the seat, texting Lex first before hands wandered to the wound, pulling his shirt up.
"Tell me what happened?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2014 8:23 pm
[ Mister Lex... ]
"Next time, when we have a patient, can I lead the process?" Noemi fidgetted with her cup a little. "I'd...I'd like to start trying myself...but oh...I need you to watch though so..." Her hands danced on her cup. "If...If that's okay?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 4:15 am
[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
[ Mister Lex... ]
Lex contemplated Noemi's request for a while, sipping on his coffee more. "That sounds like a good idea." He smiled, eyes twinkling a little. He had a mini-me now.
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 6:52 pm
[ Oliver Wound: Ribcage
The text from Noemi had pulled Lex away from a rather boring tome about the significance of cows to the ancient northern people, and he immediately began fussing once it was revealed Oliver was their patient. He grabbed for some tools, then quickly remembered the deal he'd made with Noemi.
Handing her the sutures, needle, and thread, he gave the Mist a smile. "Just like you practiced." Then, he looked to Oliver. "Hello, Oliver. This'll turn out alright, promise."
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 8:25 pm
[ Mister Lex... ]
The silence was killing her.
Okay not killing her, just making her more nervous then she had thought it would. She desperately wanted Lex to approve of her, since she had spent the most time with him, so having his okay to lead would mean that she was proving herself to him. It meant she was doing a good job. Something that made her useful to the island.
He gave the approval and Noemi scrambled around the table to hug him. "Thank you, thank you." She squeezed, "I won't let you down Lex."
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 8:59 pm
[ Oliver Wound: Ribcage]
Noemi had been prepping for life hunter's arrival in the room, she gave him a awkward smile. "Patient has a bladed cut at the ribcage level. Deep enough for stitches or staples." She pulled on her gloves, smiling nervously at Oliver. "You'll need to take off your shirt or we'll have to cut it off." She meant that to come out a little nicer but this was her friend...
And he was hurt.
Once the shirt was removed, she took a moment to steady her breathing. She threaded the needle.
"Do you want Lex...to um...Anesthesia? Do you want anesthesia? We'll have to use a lot though, cause of the weapon bond? But...but I understand if you do." She wasn't judging, only concerned. Some needed it to get through the pain, and others just sat there and took it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 4:12 am
[ 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
[ Mister Lex... ]
He was slowly getting used to being hugged in platonic ways. Slowly. He gave a smile, gave a light squeeze back, then finished off his coffee. "Come Noemi, there's work to be done."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 9:46 pm
[ 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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