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[wilder]

Date & Time: September 1 - 3, Evening or Night hours
Location: Transport Clinic
Characters: Zelos/Kaneis and you!
Summary: Evening/Night shift at the clinic. All welcomed, whether they be checking out the clinic, working at the clinic or that unfortunate dude who put their weapon in a very wrong spot.
Warnings: PG-13 for language and possible gore since hey IT IS A CLINIC.

[No matter how strange Zelos's life get, he can always count on his clinic shifts being one of two things: incredibly boring or incredibly strange. There was no middle ground.]

[Any night that you come in, you'll probably find Zelos sitting at the reception desk, with his feet on top if none of his bosses are around. If he's not attending to any patients or talking to staff, he seems to be reading- looks like the flavor of this month for literature is fantasy. And sometimes, he even seems to be talking to the book]

Oh come on Buttercup my beautiful flower, there's no way he'll actually release him. Jeez...

[And so on. Rest assured guys, this is a professional medic here. You can tell by the lab coat. ]

Comments

[wilder]

Stanley, okay.

[And he frowns a bit at that as he listens to the explanation]

The hangover, huh? About how much did you drink?

[lazyinlove]

I dunno. It was a party, who's counting? But I didn't get trashed or anything, I had to help someone home.

[Stanley on the other hand, is pretty nonchalant about the drinking. Since when does anyone care about that? Weird. Suddenly, he's embarrassed about it. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned it?]

I'm fine now. The cookie tent just smells like sugar. It was just one of those things.

[wilder]

Oh, so I take it you're a new arrival then.

[Since...he sure hasn't heard about any parties and the cookie tent is pretty famous. Overall he doesn't seem to care about drinking. His world didn't exactly have drinking ages anyway]

Alright, so you showed up here- had cookies and threw them up, and now you feel dizzy? Do I got that right?

[lazyinlove]

Pretty much.

[He's not new this month actually, but he can't see where that makes a difference anyway. As long as he gets cleared or vaccinated or maybe just some OJ, right? As long as it's not just a wasted trip where he confessed some embarrassing stuff to a stranger, it's all good.]

[wilder]

Hmmm. And nothing else than that? Doesn't sound like the virus, at least...

[Hungover, threw up food, and also dizzy. Maybe dehydration?]

Have you been drinking water? You could be dehydrated.

[lazyinlove]

Sort of.

[Does the head under the faucet in the morning thing count? That counts, right?]

[wilder]

Sort of?

How does one...sort of drink water?

[lazyinlove]

Like casually but I'm seeing juice more seriously these days?

[You know, if water is closest at hand he might drink some. But there's no parents around to tell him to lay off the sweet drinks instead. He shrugs.]

[wilder]

[He sighs]

Well I guess as long as you're not giving hard liquor a ring...

I'm gonna see if you can keep down some ice chips, okay? I'll be right back.

[And he's heading out to get that]

[lazyinlove]

[Good thing too, because hard liquor is his steady girl and he's a pretty crappy liar.

The ice chips don't seem necessary. He's fine now, can't he just have some peppermint a or something? But dude leaves in a hurry, and anyway his stomach rolls over unpleasantly at the thought of sweets. Maybe ice chips are a better idea after all.

He scoots to the edge of the table and dismounts, poking around idly at the jars of cotton puffs and tongue depressors while he waits.]

[wilder]

[And he'll come back a few minutes later, with a cup of ice chips. He holds them out]

Here, try these.

[lazyinlove]

[Stanley steps forward, but the motion makes his head ring and he loses his balance, grabbing hold of the exam table to steady himself. Woah, head rush.

After a second he blinks, trying to clear the spots from his eyes, and reaches out blindly for the ice chips. Something cold sounds nice, actually.]

Sorry. The dizzy thing came back.

[wilder]

Whoa- careful.

[he watches making sure he doesn't have to catch the kid. But he'll offer them very close to his hand]

That's fine, you wanna sit down?

[lazyinlove]

[Sitting down also sounds good. He gets the ice chips in hand and tips one into his mouth, ignoring the spoon. The cold spot on his tongue helps a little. He manages to climb back into the table, though it feels like a lot more effort at the moment. There's a little sweat forming along his hairline, and no way it's from that tiny amount of exertion.

Stanley leans back against the upright part of the table, a little shaky but now secure. He tips another couple of I've chips into his mouth and lets them melt for a second, eyes closed, getting his bearings back. When he opens them again, he looks a little better. Not quite so green. He even manages a small nod, and a slight gesture with the ice chips. They're good.]

Thanks. Can I maybe hang out here for a minute? That kinda sucked.

[wilder]

[He meanwhile watches him, assessing. The sweating and how much he seems to be exerting is definitely worrying]

...Yeah. Take all the time you need.

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[lazyinlove]

[on the bright side, the next fifteen minutes are nice. Stan leans back and eats his ice and the ringing in his head starts to fade. He's starting to think that maybe this guy was right. Maybe it's just dehydration, and that's why he's feeling a little better now that he's holding still and full of ice. So he sits up again, and this time there are only a couple small spots in his vision. Nothing too worrying. He sighs in relief.]

Okay. I think that's better.

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[wilder]

Good.

[The kid does look a bit better! Still, it's a bit worrying]

Still, do you mind if I take your temperature? Just in case.

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[lazyinlove]

Go for it.

[Though he's hoping there's an ear scanner involved, because he doesn't feel like giving up the ice chips yet. They're like tiny little drops of polar bliss. Even if they're starting to make him burp a little. Whatever, right? This dude's probably seen worse. Stan covers his mouth anyway. Doctors and nurses tend to have needles, it's probably smart to stay on their good sides.]

Sorry.

[wilder]

[He's just going to...grab a bowl near by before handing it over to him]

Just in case.

[Time to go dig out a thermometer!]

[lazyinlove]

Thanks?

[He's confused by the bowl at first, but he takes it anyway. What?

Oh. Right. He didn't actually tell this guy his stomach still hurts, but it's probably an easy guess. Either way, he's not making any desperate dives for the bowl yet, just holding it placidly and waiting for his temperature to be taken.

The reading will probably come back a little warm, he guesses. At least he feels kind of shaky and feverish anyway. Then again, it's been a few years since he caught anything bad enough to give him fever chills, so he might be remembering the feeling wrong.]

[wilder]

[YOU"LL NEED IT SOON HE'S SURE. And when he finishes taking his temperature, he frowns at the reading]

Yeah, looks like you got a fever.

[lazyinlove]

Oh.

[That word means something. He was just thinking about it. But it's hard to grasp at the moment. His head still feels like it's full of clouds. Normally that might be kind of nice, but at the moment, it's making him cold.

Oh, wait. That's the ice. He spits the ice chip back into the cup and sets them aside. The cramps in his stomach are sharper now, and his mouth is starting to water. The shakiness has become shivering. That's weird, didn't this guy just say fever? That can't be right.]

You sure?

[wilder]

[he gives a little nods]

Yep, very sure. Your temperature's over a hundred.

[lazyinlove]

Bummer.

[He starts to slide off the table again, not really sure why, just getting the idea that he should get up and do something about this. His stomach objects to the movement, though, so he only gets halfway off before he stops and hunches over. Ow.

Maybe he should mention it after all.]

Hey, uh. I don't feel so good.

[The warning comes a bit late, really. As soon as he says it, he starts to gag. A second later he's hunched over the bowl, giving up the ice chips. And something that looks suspiciously like stomach lining. Yuck.]

[wilder]

[And wow, so glad he got him the bowl. He just watches, barely surprised, and leans over. Yeeeaah, that looks like stomach lining]

Yeah. I'd say so.

[Walking over to the desk to grab a towel]

I hope you didn't have any plans tonight.