exitvoid | text ✠ week 15, day 6

Ive aspirin and ibuprofen. Whats the matter?

Ibuprofen. Not much. Just some inflammation.

Do you know where the clinic is?

In this hot mess? You'd need a flare or a bird call or something.

Its only on campus. The academic building.

Fine. I'll be there. Speaking of, bandages are going to be useful, if you've got any.

What's the matter exactly

Fractures and some broken ribs.

[To be upfront about it. Well. Bluntly, really.]

Fractures of?

Sternum, if I'm guessing right.

..Theres not much we can do for that aside from pain management but I can have a look.

Not my first rodeo. Broken around twelve before. Just need an abdominal wrap and something to keep the inflammation down for now. Still, not too bad of an idea.

You're not getting anything wrapped with a broken ribs/sternum. But if you come round the clinic Ill have a look and see about pain killers.

I said abdominal, not chest.

[ >:c Sheesh!]

Where in the Academic Building exactly?

Ground floor, 3rd door on left
See you there

[Really, the only thing that even convinced Daniel that he might want to actually trust something of a medical professional was the fact that he doesn't have enough medical supplies to take care of this himself. Doesn't trust magic-- that mumbo jumbo just gotten people into more trouble than it was worth, if you asked him.

That and this is really starting to push even his pain tolerance. Which has quite the threshold.

There is no response. Just Daniel picking his way through the mess the city has become, as careful about it as possible. Not a fun process. But, hey, sure enough, Academic Building, ground floor, third door on the left-- a sharp several knocks. For once being polite about the matter.]

( rory assumes from the silence that he's on his way; he supposes there's no much he can do about it if not. ultimately, it's the patient's decision, and it's not like he doesn't have other things to occupy his time: he's starting to hate having to clean up the clinic ever week or so, try to remove whatever new mess COMPASS has instilled. moss on the walls? why not!

he's standing on a chair, trying to remove some greenish mess from one of the lamps when the knock comes; he doesn't bother jumping down, simply calling: ) It's not locked!

[Hey, points for being industrious. Best not to sit too still in a place like this, right? At least cleaning up can keep a man busy.

Daniel shrugs into the clinic. He looks like a dead man (the irony), eyes bruised blue-black from lack of sleep, but otherwise surprisingly healthy and smart enough to wear clothing he could get in and out of easily enough (bless there being button ups around this world), keeps eating even when he doesn't feel like it so he doesn't end up like on the Charon. Thin, gaunt, constantly sick, unable to be taken seriously simply because, hey, who wants to get up in the face of someone who looks like, and you could, mostly, knock over with just your finger? That and Pearl would kill him if she were still around, he's sure, if nothing else so he'd be back to better strength.

Wishful thinking, honestly.]

Busy, huh? [Daniel quirks a brow it Rory for a moment before getting a better look at the clinic itself. Casing all the exits.] Nice set up you got, Doc.

Rory, ( he corrects politely, climbing down from his chair with now-brown and green towels balled in his hand. he doesn't jump down or leap, but steps, free hand at the chair's back, every movement cautious and careful. he sets the towels on a countertop and wipes his hand on his trouser leg, looking daniel over and trying not to look like that's what he's doing. but rory's never been all that subtle. ) And it's not doctor; I'm a nurse, actually.

( his assessment: tired, exhausted, obviously (but rory's rarely much better). he's walking, he arrived here — pretty quickly, anyway, so he's mobile and not in so much pain that he can't manage it, he looks at daniel's neck, the parts of his skin at the edges of his clothing; no visible discoloration or rashes. it could still be bad; very bad. but it could also be worse. that's something. )

[If he notices, Daniel doesn't pay Rory's careful movements any mind. Or seems not to. More subtle about watching Rory watch him. Everyone here is exhausted and that's something he can't fault anyone for.]

Rory. [Daniel repeats it to himself almost thoughtfully. As if trying to remember, or put the name to a face he's met before. Seen, yes-- he watches the network more than actually responds to it, to keep a close eye on things, and he's seen Rory on it before. Past that? Nothing. He lets it go in favor of starting to work at the buttons on his shirt right then and there once he let's the door shut behind him. Surprisingly deft at it, too, for one hand.]

Rory. Right. Well, if it's all the same to you, gonna cut to the chase.

[Daniel is far too used to nurses and doctors, if the neat, careful lines of scars are any proof of it. Too thin and too clean, something only precise sitching can do in some of those marks when he shrugs off his shirt. Easy with it, careful not to jostle his left arm. He is riddled, like almost everyone here, with battle scars. Knife marks, old bullet wounds, this and that, even a peculiar tattoo on the inside of his right forearm. Track marks, too, along with repeat sites for surgically implanted feeding tubes, you name it. Mostly medical as far as needles go, with some obvious signs of laser treatment. He's a piece of work for sure.

But none as bad as the bruising. Just because Daniel straightens up, as tall as his frame will let him, daring Rory (for what? Good question), doesn't mean that it'll make it any less obvious. Just to the left-center close to the bottom of his ribcage is a mean, practically black bruise. About the size of a large man's fist, and it's obviously strained. From is? Deep blue bruising around the area, reddened after that, and an almost faint steps like pattern over the sternum (closest to the obvious point of impact). Barely daring to even breathe, frankly-- not worth the pain.]

If you think this is bad, you should see the other guy.

[Daniel got in a pretty nasty fight with Jack, in other words.]

I might do, ( rory says wryly, with a lift of an eyebrow; most injured people, after all, make it through the clinic at some point or another, so he means it literally. he takes in the scars, the marks, and tries not to look impressed at the sight. impressed may not be the right word — but it's certainly a lot, and it's hard for him not to wonder a little, want to take some sort of history.

but he can also see the clear recent addition, and he focuses his attention on that. it doesn't take much of an examination for rory to agree that yes, it's probably broken. ) Codine really would be best, ( he says after a cursory examination, carefully searching for signs that it's more than it appears. )

Over fifteen years sober. Don't plan on breaking the streak. [Both fear and pride. Fear of relapse, pride in that he's gone this long. Gone this long, even in the face of this place.

Daniel walked away. Aside from some scrapes (nothing new, it's one thing or another for everyone and this stupid jungle), Daniel walked out of it better than most.

Pearl took good care of him at first. Now? Well, he's paranoid, now that he can't find her. Codependency is funny like that. Instead, he just shrugs the shoulder of his good side. If Jack did or will wander through, he will or he wont. Broken nose and all. Rory has it tough with that much. Always some major injury to treat on top of everything COMPASS drops on top of them. Daniel doesn't envy the guy.]

So I'll take what you got otherwise.

Fair enough, ( he replies, and means it. it's a little difficult around here — most drugs are just as old fashioned as the setting is, and while obviously he tries to filter out the really bad ones, there's a certain amount of pragmatism behind rory's choices. morphine isn't his first choice in an ideal world, but when there's nothing else?

but this is more than pickiness; this is a legitimate reason to pick another drug, and he continues his search for something strong and safe. ) I do have to warn you, nothing else is half as strong, but I'm betting you're aware of that.

Oh dear... what ails you?

...ribs.

Would you like me to kiss them to make them better?

One: you're not my mom, and two: no. Definitely no.

You're right.

I'd probably just bite you instead. [ ... ] But I really don't like the idea of you being hurt. Who did this to you?

[Good Lord, why does he even bother with you?]

Gee, thanks for that. It doesn't matter either way. It happened and that's all there is too it.

[Aaaaand maybe he doesn't want to mention it was Jack just in case Yaha got any bright ideas.]

You are so forgiving.

I wouldn't be to the ones who hurt my friends. But, I suppose that is how things are for me now. Progress.

I wouldn't call it forgiveness. I'd call it not giving a fuck.

The fact that you have friends is progress. Congrats. Go find a cake or something.

To feed to you?

No.

How mean.

I am worried about you...

I'm not a very nice person, in case you haven't noticed.

Besides, it's some broken ribs. Not the end of the world. So what's there to worry about? [YOUR PRIORITIES DANIEL.]

I think that you're nice, Daniel. That is why I like you so much.

A bone sliding into the lung and coughing up blood as you slowly drown to death? I hate the idea of drowning. There's nothing beautiful in it. Though, I may make an exception since it is blood instead of water...

Half hour of discomfort, tops. If that. [:V YUP. It's not like he can take deep breaths as it is, and, well... you know what happens when the brain is starved of oxygen.] Would almost kind of prefer it. Least the broken ribs would get taken care of.

On the other hand, not so much. Never know what you pay for it.

[Doesn't comment on the first bit: sure, Yaha thinks he's nice, but Yaha's a complete nutter and Daniel only takes that so far.]

That is true.

One never knows what is going to be broken in return to having something fixed. [ A noncommittal sound. ] That will make sex a lot more difficult for you, Daniel. Just the strain might bring the bone slipping in... or someone pressing down as they're upon you.

[ ........... ] You should do that as soon as possible. Even if you die, it'll be enjoyable, right?

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