Nikolai Nazarov (
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Date & Time: 03/04 day, following this thread
Location: The clinic
Characters: Nikolai Nazarov (
thleepy), Martin Septim (
septim)
Summary: Nikolai goes to see Martin for help.
Warnings: None
Nikolai sneaks the clinic very carefully, trying to go completely unnoticed. He looks around in confusion. Now that he's here, he's not sure what to do -- who are the healers? Who is he supposed to talk to?
Maybe he shouldn't talk to anyone. Nikolai is wary of approaching other people at this point in time. He's afraid that the new programs aren't nice people and that they'll do something bad. He hasn't a clue what the other two things in his head are doing, but every time he loses control, he wakes up to black gunk on his face or bruised knuckles. Both of which are upsetting him.
And the mark on his forehead is bleeding like mad.
Nikolai sticks near the wall, wipes blood off his forehead onto his sleeve, and looks around miserably for someone who might be able to help him.
Location: The clinic
Characters: Nikolai Nazarov (
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Summary: Nikolai goes to see Martin for help.
Warnings: None
Nikolai sneaks the clinic very carefully, trying to go completely unnoticed. He looks around in confusion. Now that he's here, he's not sure what to do -- who are the healers? Who is he supposed to talk to?
Maybe he shouldn't talk to anyone. Nikolai is wary of approaching other people at this point in time. He's afraid that the new programs aren't nice people and that they'll do something bad. He hasn't a clue what the other two things in his head are doing, but every time he loses control, he wakes up to black gunk on his face or bruised knuckles. Both of which are upsetting him.
And the mark on his forehead is bleeding like mad.
Nikolai sticks near the wall, wipes blood off his forehead onto his sleeve, and looks around miserably for someone who might be able to help him.
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Of course, that doesn't make the job is stress-free. Currently, he's nervously aware of everyone entering, leaving and inside the clinic, feet ready to carry him towards a scalpel and medical supplies as so many people are getting branded against their will. After being attacked and branded at his own flat, Martin knows well enough to remove the chips and leave them alone, not destroy them or try to trinket with them.
After washing his hands once more (so many times, he's lost count, the skin between his fingers is starting to crack) Martin hovers nearby until he spots a figure cowering near the walls, sleeves and forehead stained crimson...
And he bolts, speed that shouldn't be possible while wearing a robe. "Don't worry, I can help you!" With a careworn expression, he kneels in front of the white-haired boy, wiping his forehead with an alcohol-soaked gauze pad. "What happened? Are you hurt anywhere else?"
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"Noo I'm not hurt!" he says, then blinks and remembers the whole reason he was here in the first place. He peeks out at Martin from between his fingers.
"Sorry," he says, almost squeaking. "Are you a healer? I think I'm supposed to find a healer..."
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...or so it would work if the spell had any effect on this boy. "Wha—!?" Martin's dumbfounded, not focusing on his patience until he peeks between his fingers, stating he's not hurt. "I'm a healer, my name is Martin Septim." It's a verbatim answer, still caught up on why his spell isn't working. "Is this wound...magically inflicted?" Enchanting weapons can leave wounds that refuse to be healed through restoration.
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"What was that, mister?" Nik asks. He instinctively reaches to grasp onto Martin's hand with tiny fingers, like touching it might somehow transfer knowledge over.
Only then does he remember that Martin had asked him a question. "Oh! No it wasn't. I've always had it. Don't worry mister it doesn't hurt me!"
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But how can it not hurt, the wound's still open, refusing to heal or scab. "It's bleeding," Martin says, stating the obvious. "Does it usually open up like this?"
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"Woooow," Nikolai says. Then he shakes his head to bring himself back to attention. And looks self-conscious, shaking his head again, this time to get his bangs to cover the mark up. "It happens sometimes, mister. I don't know why. It usually stops after a while..."
Only then does he seem to remember why he is here at all. He looks around frantically at the rest of the clinic, at the other patients and doctors there, and tugs fretfully on Martin's hand.
"Can we go somewhere else?" he asks, with big eyes.
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"You don't know why it happens." It isn't a question, the words too seriously and disbelieving to be his own. Distressing enough that he doesn't know why, worse that it continues to bleed. His hand is tugged, shaking him away from his thoughts. "Sure, would an exam room be okay?" Because there's no way he's taking this kid back to his flat before figuring out just why he's bleeding uncontrollably. Healer's duty, and all.
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He continues to look around nervously, but mostly looks at himself. He's almost expecting one of the others to take over soon. Nikolai frees up one of his hands to wipe suspiciously at his eyes. There's more black gunk, but it's all leftover. The black-eyed one he can at least sense a little bit beforehand -- he's finally noticed that the eyes start changing before the program takes over -- but it's the other one who worries him. The one he can't predict at all.
Finally Nik's gaze settles on Martin, waiting for him to lead the way. His other hand is still wrapped tight around one of Martin's fingers.
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"Mind getting up there for me?" He calls as he washes his hands on the sink, retrieving gloves, putting them on, then reaching for a clean towel inside a drawer. Whatever that black gunk on the child's eyes is, it should be cleaned and examined.
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He decides that he likes this doctor, too. He's nice and mild-mannered and pleasant, and the sure, methodical air to his movements makes Nik feels just a little bit less scared already.
But he does remain self-conscious. Nik frowns and rubs at his mark. "What are you going to do, mister?"
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"I'm not going to do anything before telling you, okay?" Mutual healer (or nurse practitioner, in this case) and doctor trust is important. Martin raises his hand as if cupping air, then flexes his fingers, summoning a magelight, which hovers above his palm. "Just follow it with your eyes," he instructs, moving his hand, and the mote, along with it.
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Somewhat sheepishly, he asks, "Can I touch it?"
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"Yes, you might touch it," he says warmly, smiling softly. It's just a mote of light, won't burn or sting to the touch. This boy is following the light perfectly fine, so that rules out a slew of problems, but doesn't give him the answer he needs. "Tell me why you're seeking a healer." It's a firm request, but not overbearing.
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But regardless of all attempts made to catch the magelight, Nik still manages to answer Martin's question immediately.
"Because there's... new people inside of my head," Nik says. Yes. That was why he was here. The concerned, unhappy look comes back to his face. He stops chasing the light to look at Martin. "Someone told me to come here for help...."
A bit of godmodding, please feel free to tell me if it's not okay and I can rewrite
Martin delivers as series of tests, all which are passed flawlessly. So, what's he dealing with is out of his area of expertise, but acquiring more information for Dr. Watson isn't a bad idea. "Tell me," he says, removing the gloves and washing his hands once more, "Do these 'new people' manifest themselves at all?"
naw, you're good =u=b
He cooperates with all of the tests and sits back down again when done, swinging his feet back and forth off the table. The swinging stops when Martin's question arrives.
"Yes," Nikolai says, hesitantly. "They take over. I don't know how. And I can't stop them, not yet, because I can't sense them. They could take over whenever."
And because he feels that Martin definitely deserves a warning, he adds, "I think... one of them is really mean... you need to be careful if he shows up, mister!"