she took me back and stitched me up

[bumbles]

Date & Time: 9th October and onwards
Location: Clinic
Characters: Donny & open
Summary: follow-on from this network post, but your character doesn't have to have replied to that in order to drop by and give him info or whatever!
(annnnnd eventually it might just turn into a catch-all for later October logs? idk.)
Warnings: Depression, potential mention of death, murder and horribly injuries. Will edit as necessary and feel free to give me a heads up if you'd like to avoid any particular topics in our thread! c:


( Or, perhaps more accurately, the location is really "the place that is being constructed into a clinic." Though he spent a few days dedicated to fiddling in the VR room, he has his retreat there fixed, and there are more important things to focus on. The majority of the time he's in the clinic.

A. Fixing thing up. Right now, hiding his magic seems stupid, rather than helpful, and he's very carefully using his ability to manipulate metal to make the most of the materials that they have, reconfiguring the space to allow for maximum bed space, reinforcing the doorway, making a space for back up generators. There is zero meddling with the external structure, though, because that would obviously just be a really bad idea.

B. Paperwork - working on an inventory, working on patient records, going over notes for appropriate treatment for non-human Transports, trying to organize the (admittedly limited) medical texts that he lugged up on the flight. Save him from this plan or alternatively come and give him more stuff to... file or whatever.

C. Treating people - WHAT DID YOU DO. WHAT DID YOU DO.
Seriously though, what did you do because he needs to know so he can patch you up.

D. - idk man you guys probably have more ideas than I do )

Comments

AND THEN THE SUBJECT LINE BETRAYED ME

[bumbles]

( Sheepish, he nods, gaze dropping. ) Thanks.

( And wrapping up the magic, now that it's at a good stopping oint, he can turn to her a little more, arms hugging across his chest. )

So-- ( So. ) Is there uh, anywhere you-- you w-wanna start?

[quackery]

Mm, well... I know the basics. How to stop bleeding and clean a wound and bandage it, CPR, how to deal with burns and frostbite, basic stuff like that. Jack taught me how to set bones, too. What do you think the next thing should be?

[bumbles]

( Nodding, nodding, basics are good. He points the way to some shelves he has set up, pulling down some training manuals, and flipping through. )

That's a g--- g-good start. ( And a slight smile. ) K-kind of uh, a m-mix. Have-- have you d-done any um, stitches? Or anatomy... stuff?

( Thinking, and then-- ) CPR, did-- did they teach you like, p-procedure for when you f-find someone, and everything? D-danger, response...

( Trailing off, watching her hopefully but not expectant. More just wondering where she's at, and that he doesn't sound like an idiot. )

[quackery]

I think I did stitches a few times, but only when somebody needed them. [But that comes out more troubling than she'd meant it, so—] So I mean, no, not really. I didn't come from somewhere very dangerous.

[She takes a breath.]

I know how to respond, yeah. Um, what I really could use some help with is, like... I don't really like blood, or seeing people hurt. I-I mean, it's good that I don't like it! It'd be weird if I did. But, I mean, it makes me really nervous, which obviously isn't good for stuff like this. So, um, if you had any advice to help with something like that, that'd be good.

[bumbles]

Hey. ( He can sympathise with nervousness, really. ) I, um. It's c-cool that you're uh, that you're t-trying this? Even though you're n-nervous. It-- it t-takes getting used to b-but, um. Just g-give yourself time. You p-probably know m-more than you think, j-just-- just through spending t-time here.

( Steady, quiet, before he shrugs a little sheepishly. )

Just d-don't, um. Expect yourself to b-be perfect. And-- when you f-feel out of your d-depth? You c-can get help.

[quackery]

Oh, no, I mean - I was one of the medical people on a team for, like, a few months before I got here. It was never anything serious, that's why I don't know a big amount of stuff. But the point is, I had a while to get used to it. I just never really did.

[Despite the reassurance, she's certain she sounds weak right now. She pauses, a frown forming.]

So I was wondering if there was, like, any advice you had for keeping calm and not freaking out too much.

[Some fear is good, she knows. It keeps people focused and motivated. Too much, though, is dangerous.]