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 Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2017 10:05 pm
Being left with just his bandages to keep his upper body covered up for a few days had started out relatively uncomfortable, but now that he wasn't in as much pain it was actually kind of nice. Freeing, in a sense, without actually being naked. Of course, he had to ignore the varying states the bandages were in as far as absorbing whatever liquids were seeping out of his open wounds and the smell that came with that, but that was easy enough to do. He hadn't showered since the mission so he hardly noticed it, anyway.
The other hunters probably did, though. Whatever.
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 5:17 am
The curtain around Rhys' bed was flung open with an entirely unnecessary dramatic flair.
"Yo," said Nash, who was standing on the other side with a clipboard in one hand and a bag of what looked like Hershey's kisses in the other. He meandered over to the bedside, peered down at the other, and made a face that suggested revulsion.
"Gross. Anyway, I'm here to check up on you - what's your name...Rhys, it says, I think?"
Nash was squinting at the clipboard. "Either that or it's Brigs."
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2017 7:21 pm
The flair was noticed; so was the face. He quirked a brow and tried to subtly take a whiff of himself--nothing. For the moment he decided that this guy was probably just a little sensitive.
"Rhys, yeah," he said before trying again, purposely sniffing where there was more of a seeping bandage. He nearly gagged when he finally caught something, and he couldn't get it out now that it was all up in his ******** me...'ey," Rhys looked up at Nash, frowning, "you just checking or can you change these?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 8:52 am
Nash most definitely did not want to change the bandages.
"I was supposed to just be checking on you, but if you're like, dying or something, I guess I can try and make you a little more comfortable before, you know - " Nash made a slicing gesture across his throat with his thumb, an indication of dying, " - kick off or whatever."
He dropped the clipboard and the bag of kisses onto Rhys' bed and began to rummage around in the drawers for supplies.
"So. What got your a** in here, anyway?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 3:57 pm
He curled his lip at the gesture.
"Fine." Rhys abandoned the idea of comfort for the time being. His hopes shot up when Nash started digging through the drawers, though that could've been for anything so he just tried not to think about it.
"Was on a mission," he replied with a strained voice. He was reaching for the little baggie, curious to see if there was food inside. It looked like it could be food. "Worst thing I took home was a spike through the arm. Set off some other traps, killed some stuff, eventually got KO'd by some cloudy piece of s**t."
His fingers were on the edge of the bag now. Just a bit more...
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 6:59 pm
In the top drawer, there was a new roll of bandages, as well as some tape. Nash grabbed both of them, tossed them unceremoniously onto the bed, then opened the second drawer for ointments, which he found after a few seconds of rummaging.
"Dude, that sounds ******** awful but at the same time, cool as s**t," said Nash as he straightened. He turned around and karate-chopped Rhys' wrist just as his fingers made contact with the baggie of sweets - or at least, gently karate chopped.
Sort of gently.
"Slow your roll, deadie, if you want some chocolate, you gotta earn it. Tell me about yourself."
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2017 8:48 pm
He was straining to really get the bag, still no luck thus far. "I guess so? I mostly just remember the damn cloud thing was pukin' out babies or something. ********' gross."
When he was suddenly (and not all that gently) kept from reaching his goal, Rhys took his hand back with a grumble and a glare at the "nurse" that just karate-chopped him. From the looks of the stuff that was on his bed now, it seemed like his bandages would get changed at least.
"I thought I just did?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2017 6:26 am
"That sounds revolting," said Nash, giving Rhys a look. "It was vomiting babies? What the hell does that even mean?"
He had a sudden, horrifying image of babies falling out of the sky and shuddered, moving his hand away from Rhys' and ignoring the scowl he could see. Nash's hands moved to unroll the first of the bandages, gesturing for Rhys to extend his arm.
"No, you told me how you got injured, you didn't tell me your life story."
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2017 10:49 pm
"Maybe hockin' a greasy black loogie that moves is easier to picture?"
The brunette did as he was told and extended the arm with the hole in it, which incidentally had the dirtiest bandage on it. It was colored a gross mixture of pink and yellow-green and would probably smell horrific once it was removed.
"Ah," he replied as a light bulb went off. "Not a whole lot to tell. Just your typical sob story bullshit, then Deus recruited me and now I'm here."
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2017 6:47 pm
"Gross," said Nash fervently, as he snapped a pair of latex gloves into place on each hand, black tattoos visible even through them. He made a face at the bandage, slowly starting to unravel it from Rhys' arm and wishing he was on any other duty.
"Oh, come on," Nash scoffed, wrinkling his nose as the final layer came away, revealing a disgusting, smelly mess beneath. He resisted the urge to gag and instead used his foot to press on the trash can pedal to open it, dropping the soiled bandages into the bag and letting it clang shut again. "There's gotta be more to it than that, that's a lame-o excuse right there."
He reached for the antiseptic ointment and began dabbing it gingerly onto the injury.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2017 11:16 am
The snapping of the gloves wasn't at all a comforting sound, but his reaction was pretty good and it was hard not to be amused.
It was less amusing when the smell from his wound started to stink up the space though, and Rhys wrinkled his nose too as the layers started coming off. "There is," he said as he rubbed his nose to try and not get another whiff. It was...pretty ********! Dude," he sort of glared at the antiseptic he was dabbing on, then up at Nash. "Take it easy and I'll tell a little somethin'. Not sure where to start, so you tell me."
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 5:16 pm
"Don't be a baby," said Nash, entirely un-reassuringly, as he dabbed more antiseptic on. "This stuff is to make sure your arm's not gonna fall off at any second, so calm your tits. It stings now, but it'll feel a lot worse if you die of septisemia or gangrene."
He finished cleaning, then reached for the bandages.
"Gimme the basics. Where you from, what did you wanna be when you grow up?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2017 10:42 pm
Rhys fought down the sudden urge to flip this guy off, if only because he had a feeling with his horrible bedside manner he'd just rub the antiseptic in that much harder. Instead the trainee just scowled through the pain, knowing it'd at least be over shortly.
"Basics, huh? I can do that. Let's see...born and raised in New York, not the greatest side of town but I made it work."
And then he shrugged at the second question. "Sophomore year of high school I starting hoping to get into college football and then maybe into the NFL. Then life gave me a massive '******** you and your dreams' so that went to hell even before my junior year."
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