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 Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 5:52 pm
There was one nice thing about assisting a more senior hunter than himself in training, Oliver had realized. One day he had spent unconscious in the infirmary, and the next had been passed sleeping in his room, excused from daily duties on account of injury. For once Oliver didn't fight it. He would need to heal enough to be functional again, and then he could spend all the time he wanted in the labs instead of resting. It was hard to assure everyone he was okay while still wobbly from blood loss. He was sleeping rather soundly, the evening after returning to his room. His room was dark, but the door was cracked open ever so slightly to let some light enter from the hallway. Sprawled out on his back across the bed, a large, round dinosaur plushie lay against one arm like he had hugged it before falling asleep. It looked like he had kicked off most of the sheets, sleeping comfortably only in a pair of dinosaur boxers and a white sleeveless shirt. Clearly he had not been expecting company.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 6:42 pm
Finn had been walking down the hallway towards his own room when he spotted the slightly ajar door. Glancing at the room number, he realized quite quickly that it was Oliver's, who had been discharged from the infirmary that morning. He had been meaning on checking up on the younger man, so he veered off course, making his way to the door and, of course, pushing it open without bothering to knock. His eye needed a moment to adjust to the dim lighting, but even before that happened it was easy to see the illuminated form of Oliver highlighted by what was filtering in through the hall. crossing the small expanse of floor to the bed, he cocked his head to the side and squinted slightly, staring down at the other man. And then, bending forward slightly, he reached out to pinch Oliver's nose closed between thumb and forefinger, because that was obviously the best way to wake him up.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 7:22 pm
Oliver, although normally jumpy and easy to wake up, did not stir as Finn entered and stared down at him. It was not often he had such a relaxed, peaceful expression. More often it was worry, self-doubt, intense focus, or tears. It made him look more innocent and vulnerable. With his breathing cut off, Finn didn't have to wait long before he achieved the desired result. Oliver's eyes snapped open, and he jerked away from the shadowy silhouette in his room with a loud gasp for breath in lieu of a shout. That breath immediately came out in a wheeze as the pain struck him. It radiated out from below his ribs, keeping him from drawing a second breath. He could only curl in on himself until it started to subside. If that stranger in his room was there to hurt him, the rough awakening itself had done the trick.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 1:36 pm
If Finn had to be there to do something kind, then he had to balance the act out with something cruel. He released his hold on the young mans nose the moment Oliver's eyes opened, taking a step back away from the bed to watch in mild amusement, even going so far as to chuckle. "Well, I see you're still alive, and feisty as ever." A roll of his eye combined with a smirk of the lips. "Come on, princess, even injured you can do better then...whatever it is you're doing. Are you in the fetal position?" He squinted down at the other man, before scoffing. "Wow."
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 2:16 pm
That laugh was Finn. It was only Finn. Oliver grabbed his pillow and pulled it over his head. The sudden movement felt like he had ripped his body right open despite all Jökul's hard work. Even as the violent pain left him, there was a smaller lingering sting left behind. The boy had not peeked under the bandages to see the injury, but there had to be some stitches pulled or something after his bout of flailing. "Finn... ow..." moaned the young trainee, his voice muffled by the pillow he hid his face with. If only he could just stay in that comforting darkness a bit longer... But if Finn was in his room, it was unlikely he was to be left alone. "What time is it?" he murmured, reluctantly moving his pillow to it's proper location, and slowly uncurling to sit up. Had he been on any pain medication? Why did his wound hurt so much now?
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 6:14 pm
While Oliver busied himself with ostrich style hiding, Finn turned away from the bed and towards the nearest flat surface, hands going into his pockets to begin removing the few supplies he had on him. Runic bandages, gauze, aspirin, an antibacterial salve, a half melted ice pack (woops, where had that come from?) among a few other things that likely wouldn't be needed. The moaning was met with a derisive scoff, but the question gave him pause as he dug out his phone. "Only 10:17 pm" He answered, gathering up everything in his hands and turning back towards the bed. "Hey." He nudged the edge of the bed with his knee. "Get on your back so I can examine your injury."
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 6:26 pm
Oliver had reached out to click on a light, and rubbed his eyes as though it were early morning instead of nearly time to sleep again. "Only?" he repeated, frowning to himself as he thought it through. Sure his discharge from the infirmary had been rather sudden... More like he had enough help to simply leave under (mostly) his own power. But he couldn't remember sleeping that long throughout the day. At least not since he was awakened, and had to be sedated before he was calm enough to retrieve his weapon. Instead of lying on his back, Oliver pushed himself into a seated position, wincing at the pain. The movement itself wasn't the problem. It seemed like anything involving his upper body required those exact muscles right in the area of the wound. The following yawn gave him yet another reason to hate the structure of the human torso. "Wouldn't it have been okay to leave until morning?" The adrenaline from his waking was fading fast, and Oliver looked like he was ready to fall asleep again.
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 6:33 pm
If Oliver was going to insist on sitting up, then fine. Finn calmly began laying things out on the bed, before pulling out a pair of latex gloves from his pockets and adorning them on his hands. "Take your shirt off." His tone was flat, and had a no-nonsense quality about it. Obviously the answer to Oliver's question was a definite no. "Don't worry, princess. This isn't a part of that demonstration that I promised you. Yet."
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Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2014 6:46 pm
Oliver wanted to hide under his covers. But he already knew how that would turn out, and his body was not in shape for such rough treatment. The only way to continue safely forward was to do as he was asked. So he pulled his shirt off. He began blushing even before Finn brought up that dreaded 'demonstration'. "I-I w-wasn't worried!" protested the trainee. Embarrassed, maybe, shy definitely, but not worried at all. Until that point. If Oliver was actually reluctant about anything, it was the thought of stretching out, removing the safety of slouched shoulders and arms across his chest. More than once he glanced towards the plush toy dinosaur Noemi had given him, resisting the urge to hug it protectively.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 7:45 pm
He waited for Oliver to do what he was told, smirking when the younger man stuttered out a response to Finn's fairly idle reassurance combined with a light threat. While he did that, Finn finally went over to the light switch and flicked it on, illuminating the room so that he could actually see what he was doing. It was of no surprise that he noted the blush staining Oliver's cheeks. Finn moved back towards the bed. "Now. Try not to move." He said, eye flicking to the bandages wrapped around the life trainees torso, hands moving to untie and strip them off. "On a scale of one to ten, how bad is the pain you've been experiencing?" He asked, almost conversationally, as he carefully unwound the bandages.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 8:21 pm
When the light came on, Oliver blinked owlishly and shielded his eyes until everything seemed a little less bright. It was the perfect opportunity for Finn to go for the bandages. The kid still blushed at this, but he sat up straight to make it easier on his friend, and settled for glancing away. In the light it was clear he was paler than usual, and the blush didn't have near it's usual embarrassed vibrancy. "Um, I-I don't know... What's a five, and what's a ten?" He asked, finding Finn's conversational 'doctor-like' voice a little more comfortable than the teasing and smirking. "I-it aches all the time, and hurts more when I try to move... A-and right now it kinda stings..." He was afraid to look down at the injury itself, this was perhaps the most gentle Finn had ever been with him and surely that meant unsettling things. The patch of gauze under the bandages was lightly stuck to his skin with fresh blood, but his imagination made it a thousand times more frightening. In reality it was only bleeding on one side of the cut where the edges had reopened and a couple stitches had been pulled.
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Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 10:00 pm
Finn studied the area with a small frown, and bent down closer to examine the area that was visible around the gauze, two fingers pressed together reaching out to gently probe the swelling and purple bruises. "Ten being incredibly painful, five moderate. What's the worst pain you've ever experienced?" Finn asked, finishing up his small inspection and moving on to the gauze itself, which he peeled away slowly, revealing the stitches and blots of fresh blood beneath. "Well, beyond a couple of pulled stitches." Courtesy of one Finn Connor sneaking into his friends bedroom of course, "Everything appears to look okay." No pussing or oozing. No bad smell. No inflammation save for where the wound was obviously still the most tender. Taking a step back, Finn glanced at his supplies, before picking up some cotton swabs and antiseptic, readying one to use to clean up the blood and around the wound.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 8:49 am
"Um..." A serious look crossed the boy's face. The worst pain was hard to gauge, nearly impossible to compare to anything his body had suffered. He simply couldn't relate that heartache to any injury he had taken on the island. "Dying was pretty painful..." he replied instead. "It's, um, four? Or seven?" It was clear Oliver wasn't really concentrating on what he was saying, or very good on describing his pain in the first place. He watched Finn's careful investigation with some trepidation, wincing but making no sounds when his friend's fingers pressed against the area surrounding the wound. But his imaginative fears were soon set at ease, and Oliver gave up the sitting for lying down like he had been asked in the first place. "It really hurts to move, but it's not as bad when I don't move," the kid muttered, closing his eyes and rubbing them with one hand. As Finn was readying the antiseptic, Oliver frowned. "Don't you normally, ah, not do these kinds of things? Aren't you interested in field trauma?" He left his last question unspoken, why hadn't this simple checkup been left to some Life trainee who didn't have more important things to do?
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 1:30 pm
A seven or a four. Well, either way it didn't sound like things were too bad, and probably about how they were supposed to be in terms of pain, unless Oliver just had a really high tolerance. It helped when Oliver finally laid himself down on the bed, Finn nodded his head. "It should hurt. Did anybody tell you how bad it was?" He asked, a rather mild tone to his voice as he bent down to begin wiping, first around the edges of the wound and then, rather delicately, over top of it as well. The question was a valid one, but Finn had a fairly ready answer, his silence only stretching a few moments as he finished up what he was doing. "Yes, but I still volunteer in the infirmary, and you were my patient, so it's my job to check up on you. And anyways, it's good practice. There might be times when it's just me, and somebody else, with no life techs to take over. If I have to keep somebody alive, I have to know what to do even once once messy stuff is taken care of." It certainly wasn't because he cared, if that's what Oliver thought. The antibacterial salve came next, which Finn thought would hopefully keep the gauze from sticking should the wound begin to bleed again.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 2:00 pm
Oliver flinched when the antiseptic came in contact with the open wound, and made a noise that sounded like a protest suffering a quick death in his throat. This was important, Jökul could only do so much. "Um... Arorangi said it was bad but... h-he wouldn't say exactly..." The boy could hazard a guess looking at the length of the wound, but he was a clumsy and therefore frequent guest in the infirmary on top of his regularly assigned duties. He knew appearances only meant so much when it came to wounds. Pain was also subjective, the longer he was awake the more his midsection ached, but Oliver had always tried to keep his suffering expressions to himself. The young trainee reached out and grabbed the dinosaur plushie next to him, squishing it like another pillow under his head so he could see at least some of what Finn was doing. "You could be practicing on a real case, rather than wasting time on me. Aren't there lots of more important hunters who need your attention? A-and I'm a Life trainee myself, so I should be able to take care of myself..." If Oliver thought Finn's attention had anything to do with feelings, pity would have been his first guess.
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