19 - Bandido - backdated to evening 10th - Dictated / Action in clinic

[radiantwingedone]

[ It sounds like the journal dropped open as someone moved a bed, followed by someone settling next to it, and the crooning of a pokemon.

After a moment, Duke speaks up. ]

.... Fairly sure late... [ He's got that hoarse voice of someone who not only was asleep for a while, but had recently gotten rid of anything that had been in their stomach for the last week. ]

However... have any else spent time that marked a year here.... in the clinic? [ Totally not mentioning the nightmares. He's going to pretend those nightmares never existed. ]

.... cannot have been only one...

[ Action for Clinic ]

[ And Duke is going to stay wedged in a corner made from one of the beds and the wall, if anyone wants to bother him in the clinic. He's not planning on leaving for a little while.

This is how he plans on dealing with his nightmare. ]

Comments

/sob yes

[madetosin]

And why is that?

/headpats

[radiantwingedone]

... would be something to focus on. [ Or something to distract him from everything else or... something.

His altaria sounds properly disapproving of what is obviously a terrible plan. ]

[madetosin]

Besides?

[radiantwingedone]

Besides what do not wish to. [ There's an unsaid obviously attached to that sentence. ]

[madetosin]

[He doesn't really care, one way or the other, if Duke wants to hide from his problems. He isn't a therapist. But he is a doctor, at least by appearances, and the last thing he needs is his guy making his work harder.

He lets out a mildly annoyed 'hmph' and abruptly tugs Duke's blankets away]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke hadn't expected anything like that, which is why he jumps and nearly falls over at the blanket theft.

This is blank, confused staring in the direction his blankets had gone. Uh. Why? ]

[madetosin]

[Thanks for that, Duke. He'll go ahead and make a grab for the laces on that gown]

I'll have to see if you did any damage.

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke makes to disagree - put his arm back down on his side and keep it there - but he is fairly sure he shouldn't mess with healers - doctors - more than he has to. Particularly if they're keeping an eye on his injuries.

But he will grumble as he drops his arm so its across his chest. You could have asked. ]

[madetosin]

[Hey, you made it clear you didn't care. He didn't expect cooperation.]

Better...

[He'll finish getting the gown out of the way, then pauses to go and get himself some gloves.]

Hm. How did you manage that?

[radiantwingedone]

[ If he doesn't cooperate, there will be all sorts of worse tasting medicine and delays on him being able to go back to his own room. At least, that's what he expects. And fighting would probably be rather uncomfortable anyway. ]

Got knocked over, grip on blade was not as good as it could have been. [ Grumpily, but still accurate. And yes, that could be 'I accidentally stabbed myself'. ]

[madetosin]

And what were you doing waving a sword around?

[He'll return and start examining the area (and removing any bandages he has that might be in the way???)]

[radiantwingedone]

I was not waving a sword around. [ Duke knows perfectly well how to use a sword properly, and waving is not how to do that. ]

Was holding it, and concentration was on ... an experiment. [ If there is bandaging on his side, its likely simply tapped in place as an extra cover for the stitching, and only gets a faint twitch for getting tugged off. And he probably should be a little more careful about how he sits, because with the angle of the stitching, his ribs wouldn't have been untouched either. ]

[madetosin]

[He hums, silent a moment as fingers lightly trace the edges of the wound, checking for irregularities, torn stitches, or signs of infection]

Did you confuse 'stunt' with experiment? Because I'm not sure what kind of experiment involves a sword...

[radiantwingedone]

Sword is magic. Used for its abilities, as they are different than what can do on own.

[ That feels weird and so Duke shivers a little. He's been fairly stationary aside from his need to get sick earlier, so the signs of irritation could be easily explained. ]

[madetosin]

Magic, hm? I don't suppose you were testing a way to go home?

[radiantwingedone]

My abilities do not lay in transportation. Know of one who can do so, and attempts to move from here to into the deadzone resulted in backlash that was felt by every magically inclined person have talked to. Had apparently attempted here to his own world with a very similar effect.

[madetosin]

Hmm. What sort of magic do you do, then?

[He moves away again to gather up some fresh bandages]

[radiantwingedone]

Primarily combat oriented; moderate healing ability, far more skilled at destructive. Secondary; spell creation or alteration; take already known spells, align them in different ways, or create new ones.

[madetosin]

Is that what you were experimenting with, then?

[He'll quietly reapply the new bandages as he speaks]

[radiantwingedone]

... More or less.

[madetosin]

Hmm.

Well, you didn't do too much damage, though it's a little redder than I would like. Likely from strain, but I'll recommend an extra dose of antibiotics. How are you feeling otherwise?

[radiantwingedone]

Tired, likely from the nightmares, drained, also likely from nightmares, throat uncomfortable, likely from physical reaction to nightmares. [ and probably 'grumpy, also from nightmares' but he's going to leave that out. ]

[madetosin]

Physical reaction? Hm. I'll hazard dehydration, then. You should drink fluids. Or you can have an IV. Your choice.

[radiantwingedone]

[ Drink things and possibly either soothe or irritate his throat, or stick a needle in his arm and not have to drink anything.

... He's feeling lazy. ]

.. Would not mind IV. [ He's not planning on going anywhere anyway. ]

[madetosin]

[What he'd give to just hand this off to a nurse. He sighs, but it's slight.]

I'll go and arrange that, then. Do me a favor and remain horizontal.