track 06: glad you came (dictated)

[righttrack]

[The first thing that the journal catches is a loud wince, and then a bit of a whine.]

What... Can anyone tell me what happened? I slipped on the ice and I fell--

My head is killing me, ow.

I fell and now I'm here again, but I was definitely back home for a while.

[There's a half-hearted laugh.]

I got into NYADA... But I guess that only means so much now that I'm back here.

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Dictated

[brohoof]

How graceful.

You probably have a concussion.

[He's not going to touch the home thing, considering that's a huge amount of jealousy right there.]

It'd probably be best if you weren't alone right now. If you want, I'll come check it out and make sure you ain't got any lasting brain damage or anything.

Forever!

[righttrack]

...Great. That puts even more of a damper on things. [A huffy sigh.] Thank you, Dirk, that would be lovely. I'm in room...

[Damn. There's a long pause and the sound of footsteps sandwiching the sound of a door opening and closing.]

...615.

[brohoof]

If you can't remember your room number without having to check, it might be worse than I thought. I'd say that'd take it from damp to downright wet.

[There's the sound of movement, though.]

Ignoring the sexual undertones of that statement, I'll be there soon.

[righttrack]

[That does get a snort of laughter out of him, even if it's followed by another wince.]

Thank you so much.

[waterproofed]

Kurt! Hey, man, you missed Christmas! Did you get the gift I sent you?

dictated;

[heal_theworld]

[A blink. She hadn't heard his voice in a while, and he said his head hurt... Did he go home?]

Kurt, are you all right?

[brohoof]

[He's smiling slightly too, even if Kurt can't see.]

No problem, bro.

[He won't say much more, and instead he'll just focus on making it to Kurt's room. It doesn't take too long, and when he's there he gives a short knock before going ahead and inviting himself in.]

Yo, figured it'd be better if you didn't get up. So keep your ass parked while the doc does his exam.

dictated forever;

[righttrack]

Oh, Martel! Um, no... No, I'm not doing so well, unfortunately.

I think I was home for a while? No, I know I was, I just don't know... How.

[righttrack]

I missed it? Um... I don't think--

Oh! [He hadn't noticed those gifts yet.] I have things, yes.

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[Again, Kurt manages amusement, this time in the form of a smile.]

All right, Doctor Dirk. [He rubs the back of his head carefully. Jeez, that hurts.] Um, do you know what day it is? I don't know if I was out for as long as it... Should have been.

[heal_theworld]

You were probably sent home temporarily. It happens. People get knocked out for a week, usually, and end up in the clinic. You...didn't, for some reason.

Do you need any help?

[brohoof]

[That earns Kurt an amused, cocky little smirk as he takes a step closer.]

The best damn doctor in Para.

[With absolutely no creds to back that statement up.]

And it's the 26th. [He's a few steps away from Kurt before he folds his arms, raising an eyebrow expectantly.] What're you waiting for? You know the drill, take off your clothes. Don't you know anything about hospitals?

[Is he joking or isn't he? It's the mystery of the ages. He sounds pretty serious, but you never know with this guy.]

[righttrack]

[He didn't end up in the clinic because Kabby has no reading comprehension. |Db]

I don't think I knew about that. [Or maybe he did. It's all kind of fuzzy.] But, um, yes, help would be good. Maybe help getting to the clinic?

[righttrack]

I'm sure you are.

[He furrows his brow at the date, but anything he had to say about it is lost when Dirk instructs him to disrobe. He gives the other boy a look.]

It's a head injury. I'm not stripping down.

[heal_theworld]

How about I bring the clinic to you? [She works there and is a healer, after all.] What's your room number?

[brohoof]

[You're going to get a look right back.]

They make you strip down for a god damn tooth ache, I'm just following procedure.

[righttrack]

You... [He doesn't quite understand how she plans on doing that, but he's grateful nonetheless, and decides not to question it. Instead, he walks off to check his room number.]

615. Thank you so much, Martel.

[righttrack]

Dirk, you cannot be serious.

[brohoof]

And if I were serious, would you rather your concussion go untreated all because you were ashamed of baring the family jewels for a few minutes?

--->Action forever!

[heal_theworld]

I'll be there in a few minutes.

[And true to her word, she is, knocking on his door softly.]

[righttrack]

I'm not even sure the castle would let me get undressed if I didn't need to. I mean, in the bathroom, I can but...

[He shakes his head.]

It's my loss. I'm stuck in this old school uniform.

[waterproofed]

So are you okay?

[righttrack]

[Kurt whimpers as he gets up to open the door, but does so.]

Hello, Martel. Thank you for coming.

[righttrack]

My head hurts, but I'm sure I'll be fine.

[brohoof]

[He's just going to squint at Dirk from behind his shades.]

I can't tell if you're screwin' with me or not. I mean from my POV, that's pretty fucking convenient. Also that's a really stupid thing to take, I mean I-

[He stops. As of now, he hasn't talked about his loss, and he doesn't intend to.]

Y'know what? Whatever. I was kidding anyway. [He's just gonna move forward now and place a hand on top of Dirk's head, pressing it into position so he can lean in and take a look.] Where'd you hit?