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 Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2017 1:21 pm
What Luka wanted to do today and what she ended up doing were two almost drastically different things.
She had hoped to take Aran out and work on her bow skills but the rain was still falling and it was virtually impossible to go out and not get attacked which put a huge damper on things. So, instead of doing what she wanted, without any interruption from passerby on a range, she found herself working in the infirmary.
Sure, it wasn't exactly what she'd been hoping for but it was still good experience and, well, since she was a moonie it was probably better for her to get more familiar with med side of things so that when she was deployed for rescue missions she was ready.
That being said, she was making her rounds across the gathered checking on any wounded. There was a bag at her hip and a clipboard in hand when she approached one of the beds.
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2017 3:27 pm
The infirmary was kinda nice. At least it was a break from what he normally saw of the island, which was probably a good thing since it meant he was doing enough to say out of the infirmary. After that last mission though, one night of rest didn't feel like enough and he still had that strange bruise he wanted to ask someone about. He could swear it was moving sometimes, but he wasn't sure who exactly he could tell.
Rhys was sitting up in his bed, looking better than when he'd walked in. His shirt was currently just a bunch of bandages wrapped around him and covering the various injuries he'd acquired during his last mission. The bandages looked like they were in various states of needing to be changed but he wasn't entirely comfortable with the process so he was trying to keep the nurses (he wasn't sure what else to call them) from coming to see him too often. Whenever they came by he just asked for more painkillers to make them go away again.
When someone approached he raised a hand to greet them, then promptly turned his hand over, palm up. "So didya bring the painkillers I asked for?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 01, 2017 8:59 pm
Luka had been busy reviewing the chart that she didn't notice that the boy had sat up until he was speaking to her. Dark brows rose in surprise and she shifted the clipboard in her arm to push up her glasses when she looked at him. While she tried not to, her bright-eyed gaze drifted across his bandaged torso before lifting up to meet his gaze.
"I've got them, yes," she replied, more curtly than she intended when she looked back at the wraps that clearly needed to be changed. Frowning she stepped closer, already fishing out some new bandages from her bag. "But we're gonna need to change those first." When she looked up again, there was something sharper in her gaze than before and she pointed at his chest for emphasis.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 2:12 pm
This nurse didn't seem like the too-nice type judging by her tone and the look in her eye, so when she brought up the need to change his bandages he took his hand back.
"I think they just changed these," he said, clearly not to happy with the idea. It was an outright lie--it'd been more than a few hours--but how often did they actually need to be changed, anyway? Just to emphasize that he didn't want her really getting anywhere near the bandages, he pulled his blanket up a bit higher. "So just hand over the painkillers and we're good, yeah?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 8:12 pm
Luka's eyes narrowed at him.
She was on the younger side, she knew, but that didn't mean that he could pull a fast one on her. "There's no notes about changed bandages and," she paused to look pointedly at his chest that definitely showed signs of needing clean wraps and probably a wipe down.
"You want an infection?" It was clear that she wasn't going to budge. "No pills until you're changed."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 3:31 pm
Rhys pulled the blanket a bit higher and stared her down a moment.
She was a young looking girl, someone he wouldn't be at all intimidated by if he were fully clothed and able to move without being in so much pain. That was obviously not his current state so he felt a bit disadvantaged, not to mention some of the bandages were getting itchy...
With a scowl he eventually lowered the blanket. "Fine. How 'bout pills first and I'll promise to let you change the bandages? s**t's getting itchy anyway."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 9:08 pm
Luka wasn't sure she trusted him.
But then he was lowering the blanket and seemed to give. Her expression was flat as she looked at him, glasses reflecting in the lighting of the infirmary and she stepped forward. "I would prefer to do this amicably, because it'll only get awkward if you force my hand, so," she shifted the bag on her shoulder and pushed up her glasses, "I give you the pills and no fussing from you when we changed your bandages."
She did her best to look stern and like she knew what she was doing and that she wouldn't put up with any backtalk.
She pulled out the requested meds and held them in her hand, one brow arched when she looked at him waiting expectantly.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 10:23 pm
She seemed to be believe him, slowly but surely, so that was good. The brunette was being honest, anyway; the bandages were getting itchier and if he wanted to sleep later it'd probably easier if they didn't itch.
Still, Rhys leveled his gaze with hers, eyes narrowed as though he was waiting for some kind of tell that she was lying or something like that. When he didn't see anything, he blinked first.
"Deal," he said as he opened his palm and waited for her to drop the pills.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 10:36 pm
Somewhat reluctantly, Luka deposited the pills into Rhys' hand and then busied herself folding down his blanket so that she could tend to his chest properly while she waited. Eventually she wrapped her hands around the strap of her bag and just watched him.
Her attentiveness might have been unnerving and had she not been in nurse-mode (which meant serious business Luka) maybe she would have tried to smooth things out with light conversation but...
She was still getting comfortable in her own skin on the island and had a stronger idea to be respected than liked in that moment.
"Alright, arms up. I need to get in your space."
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2017 10:39 pm
It was a little awkward to sit there with most of his body exposed to a complete stranger, particularly one that stared quite as intensely as she did, but Rhys did his best to ignore it. He dry swallowed the pills and waited patiently while she got the blanket out of the way.
When the instructions came he curled his lip but did as he was told. "As promised," he muttered as he raised his arms slowly and as high as he could.
Which wasn't very.
"Hope this isn't a problem. Injured, and all, so I can't really help it."
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2017 9:17 am
Luckily, Luka was on the small side barely reaching five feet and four inches and that meant that she didn't take up a lot of space when she was invading Rhys'. He couldn't lift his arms very high but that didn't seem to matter because she had a small pair if scissors that she used to cut open the bandages so she could carefully peel them off.
Her touch was light and careful not to exasperate anything more than needed.
Once they were completely off she disappeared to dispose of them and returned with antiseptic wipes, rubbing alcohol and a rag. "It's gonna sting," she said in a matter of fact way when she was readying herself to re-clean his wounds. She glanced at him from the rims of her glasses before she set to work.
"What'd you do anyway?" She asked, wondering if talking would help distract him some.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2017 5:32 pm
It was a small comfort that the girl was as small as she was, so invading his personal space wasn't much of an invasion. The scissors helped, too.
At least until the cleaning part began. He hated this part and winced through the whole thing.
"Uh, mission," he said with a strained voice. "Attacked s**t, s**t attacked back. That's about it..."
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2017 7:53 am
Rhys seemed like someone who preferred to stay closed off and when he kept the conversation vague she didn't push it. Every now and then as she worked, having to slip away to change rags at least once, she would look up but for the most part she was focused on her task.
"Well," she said slowly, moving to collect the fresh bandages and put away what she'd used for cleaning, "looks like you put up a good fight at least." Small and slender fingers worked to deftly bandage him. The slide of her palm along the wraps was deliberately gentle but firm to make sure they laid flat.
Once finished, she stepped back with the fingertips of one hand gently pressing into the flesh of his arm to let him know he could drop them.
"Do recommend you let us change those more often."
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2017 10:33 am
He was a more private person that kept things close to the belt, though work details weren't really something he felt he needed to keep to himself. He would have been fine with sharing the details if the setting wasn't so awkward, and when he wasn't in pain. Still, he was grateful that this nurse seemed to be more skilled than she looked as far as changing bandages was concerned. It also probably helped that his wounds were a bit further along in the healing process now, so less raw, open wounds than before.
"I like to think I did," the brunette replied with a nod. "Still wound up in this bed so it wasn't enough, obviously."
Rhys scowled at the memory but was thankfully pulled from it quickly when she gave him the go-ahead to put his arms down.
"Yeah, yeah. s**t just hurts is all." He glanced down at a job well-done, then up at the girl. "How often is 'often,' anyway?"
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2017 11:05 pm
"You'll do better next time," Luka replied with a certainty that implied she wasn't just saying it but that she meant it. "Gotta learn from mistakes and do better next time." The fact that he had made it back in one piece implied that he had done well enough that there could be a next time.
She didn't really know how dangerous the missions were yet, but they were likely unpredictable and maybe it was impossible to really be prepared for anything but the worst.
"Depends on how you're healing," she replied, scribbling something on his chart. "Every few hours depending on how it holds up."
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