05-31-2015, 03:03 PM
Dr. McNinja shook his head grimly and stretched his mask out. He pinched it around the nose and extended his arm, leaving an opening for the water to enter his mouth. He gently tipped the water bottle into his mouth. After drinking some, he poured some into his hand and scrubbed the mask best he could. It was still covered in Okor’s grime, and still stank up the whole thing. For all he knew, he could be wrong, but it was probably a safe guess that there were no laundry machines in the Abyss.
On the other hand, having drunken some of the water, Doc started feeling much better. He stretched his shoulders, and looked at the others. What was he thinking? He had every PhD. He had summoned river gods to cure acne. Surely he could do something to aid his friends?
Starting with Jak. His arm was broken, and visibly. The least Doc could do was readjust the bones so they could grow back correctly. He assumed that upon death, Jak’s body would reassemble itself pretty healthy, but who knows? Maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe Jak would survive the whole damn tournament. Regardless, it was causing him pain, and that was bad.
Doc rubbed his chin. They were inside the mill, waiting out the storm. Damp air. High chance for infection. Had to patch up any open wounds first.
He scanned Delsin quickly. Fractured skull. Not fun, especially with the lack of any complex medical equipment nearby. They were, after all, inside a mill. However, he could do some check-ups.
”Hey, Delsin,” McNinja called out, ”Come here for a sec.”
Delsin frowned, then walked over slowly, trying his best to keep his balance. His left leg was limping. As far as he could tell, Delsin did not have any leg injuries.
”Trouble walking,” Doc thought to himself.
”How are you feeling, Dels?” Doc asked.
Delsin scowled. ”Delsin.”
Doc blinked. ”Yeah, I know, I just thought- Cause, nicknames are- It’s a friend thing. We’re friends. I’m doing a friend thing. I- never mind. Could you sit down right here?”
He pulled up a chair and gestured towards it. Delsin slowly limped over and sat down. The back of his head was to Dr. McNinja, who was bending over and gingerly took off Delsin’s hat. Delsin flinched. Doc wasn’t sure if it was because of the fracture or because the hat was dear to him or whatever (people these days had a strange affection for headwear) (you can talk!) (SHUT UP). He started checking Delsin’s head.
”Let me know if anything I touch gives you discomfort,” Doc muttered. After a pause, he added, “That’s doctor-speak for pain.”
”I know,” Delsin replied.
McNinja scanned the smoker’s skull, checking for lumps or cuts. He was a true professional, moving his fingers quickly and gently, as if he was tapping a keyboard silently. Suddenly, Delsin started feeling very… sleepy.
”Wh-what are y-“
”Oh, don’t mind me, I’m checking for any symptoms of very bad fracture. I’m also pressing some key pressure points to make you feel more relaxed. It’s fine, nothing too deadly, unless you messed with your nerves, in which case, it may be. Probably should have checked. But if you aren’t dead by now, I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
Delsin suddenly winced and hissed, teeth clenched. He was gripping the seat of his chair as hard as he could. Doc lifted an eyebrow and checked where he just pressed. Through the black hair, he could see a small lump on his scalp.
“Hurts there?” Doc asked.
”Yeah,” Delsin hissed.
Doc pressed his stethoscope against Delsin’s back and cringed.
”Good God,” he murmured. Delsin looked back, panicked.
”Why? Is it bad?”
”No, it’s just… You need to see someone about that smoking issue. Your lungs sound like a tractor having a mid-life crisis. On the bright side, head injury isn’t affecting your heart or lungs. Let me see something?”
He pinched the back of Delsin’s neck. Delsin instantly went limp, causing alarm from Jak.
“What did you do?!”
“Nothing!” Doc protested, ”Well, I killed him, technically, but watch-“
With a jolt, Delsin shot out of the chair, dazed.
”What just- I fell asleep and-“
Doc smiled and raised his hands. ”See?”
“And you knew he was going to come back?”
”Of course. I’m a doctor AND a ninja. I know my pressure points better than my birthday. Delsin should no longer feel as dizzy from his wounds. Probably, his left leg is working a little better, and overall, less pain. Am I right?”
”Actually,” Delsin muttered, ”Yeah! Much better. Thanks, Doc!”
”Just doing my job. Unfortunately, I need better equipment to do anything of substance, but anesthetics are free when you’re a ninja-doctor. Jak, your arm…?”
Jak nodded. Dr. McNinja waved at the chair. Jack sat down, gingerly resting his left arm by his side. Doc knelt next to it.
”How’d it…?”
“Big pincer monster thing. No idea. One of the other Primes were controlling it,” Jak replied.
Doc gingerly touched Jak’s elbow. Jak yelped and gritted his teeth.
”Crushed bone,” Doc muttered, ”I can do very little about this. We just have to wait for the bone to grow back, and frankly, that’s gonna be way after we get out of here. What I can do is numb the pain. I can’t return the use of your arm until you get that bone back, but-“ Doc paused, and crouched a while in thought.
“Sounds good,” Jak interrupted.
”Okay, it’s just… This is gonna hurt.”
Doc pinched the base of Jak’s palm, jabbed his elbow with his fingers, then karate-chopped the inside of his shoulder. Jak screamed in pain.
”Sorry,” Doc mumbled, ”But now it shouldn’t hurt as much! In about two minutes, you won’t feel anything at all. Should last a few hours?”
“It’s fine,” Jak hissed through gritted teeth, “You gonna ’technically' kill me too, Doc?”
McNinja chuckled. Delsin looked at them inquisitively.
”What?” Jak and McNinja were now laughing in earnest. ”No, seriously, tell me!”
Aero walked into the building again, drenched by the storm. He had been keeping watch, and for some reason, thought it’d be best to be outside. Moments before Doc could suggest that he wrap himself in a blanket, so that he might avoid catching a cold, Aero snapped, “I can hear you outside. You need to stay quieter. Someone’s gonna hear us.”
Dr. McNinja and Jak waved apologetically. Aero paused for a moment, then stepped outside again and presumed his watch. McNinja started chuckling again, a little quieter.
”I just-“ he paused. ”Hey, I’m sorry I’ve been so cranky as of late. I’m usually… I’m usually a little more light-hearted than this. I don’t know what’s-“
“Doc, we’re all unhappy right now. You don’t need to apologize over anything.”
”What he said,” Delsin said, ”But I’d really appreciate if you didn’t choke me.”
Doc grinned awkwardly. ”Yeah, sorry…”
”Hey, man, you helped with my skull,” Delsin grinned, ”You’re good in my book.”
McNinja nodded, and sat quietly for a minute. It felt… good. He had friends here. That felt good. Even in this hellhole, where hurricanes were ordered like cappuccinos and people killed each other for fun, he had friends. That felt really good.
On the other hand, having drunken some of the water, Doc started feeling much better. He stretched his shoulders, and looked at the others. What was he thinking? He had every PhD. He had summoned river gods to cure acne. Surely he could do something to aid his friends?
Starting with Jak. His arm was broken, and visibly. The least Doc could do was readjust the bones so they could grow back correctly. He assumed that upon death, Jak’s body would reassemble itself pretty healthy, but who knows? Maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe Jak would survive the whole damn tournament. Regardless, it was causing him pain, and that was bad.
Doc rubbed his chin. They were inside the mill, waiting out the storm. Damp air. High chance for infection. Had to patch up any open wounds first.
He scanned Delsin quickly. Fractured skull. Not fun, especially with the lack of any complex medical equipment nearby. They were, after all, inside a mill. However, he could do some check-ups.
”Hey, Delsin,” McNinja called out, ”Come here for a sec.”
Delsin frowned, then walked over slowly, trying his best to keep his balance. His left leg was limping. As far as he could tell, Delsin did not have any leg injuries.
”Trouble walking,” Doc thought to himself.
”How are you feeling, Dels?” Doc asked.
Delsin scowled. ”Delsin.”
Doc blinked. ”Yeah, I know, I just thought- Cause, nicknames are- It’s a friend thing. We’re friends. I’m doing a friend thing. I- never mind. Could you sit down right here?”
He pulled up a chair and gestured towards it. Delsin slowly limped over and sat down. The back of his head was to Dr. McNinja, who was bending over and gingerly took off Delsin’s hat. Delsin flinched. Doc wasn’t sure if it was because of the fracture or because the hat was dear to him or whatever (people these days had a strange affection for headwear) (you can talk!) (SHUT UP). He started checking Delsin’s head.
”Let me know if anything I touch gives you discomfort,” Doc muttered. After a pause, he added, “That’s doctor-speak for pain.”
”I know,” Delsin replied.
McNinja scanned the smoker’s skull, checking for lumps or cuts. He was a true professional, moving his fingers quickly and gently, as if he was tapping a keyboard silently. Suddenly, Delsin started feeling very… sleepy.
”Wh-what are y-“
”Oh, don’t mind me, I’m checking for any symptoms of very bad fracture. I’m also pressing some key pressure points to make you feel more relaxed. It’s fine, nothing too deadly, unless you messed with your nerves, in which case, it may be. Probably should have checked. But if you aren’t dead by now, I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
Delsin suddenly winced and hissed, teeth clenched. He was gripping the seat of his chair as hard as he could. Doc lifted an eyebrow and checked where he just pressed. Through the black hair, he could see a small lump on his scalp.
“Hurts there?” Doc asked.
”Yeah,” Delsin hissed.
Doc pressed his stethoscope against Delsin’s back and cringed.
”Good God,” he murmured. Delsin looked back, panicked.
”Why? Is it bad?”
”No, it’s just… You need to see someone about that smoking issue. Your lungs sound like a tractor having a mid-life crisis. On the bright side, head injury isn’t affecting your heart or lungs. Let me see something?”
He pinched the back of Delsin’s neck. Delsin instantly went limp, causing alarm from Jak.
“What did you do?!”
“Nothing!” Doc protested, ”Well, I killed him, technically, but watch-“
With a jolt, Delsin shot out of the chair, dazed.
”What just- I fell asleep and-“
Doc smiled and raised his hands. ”See?”
“And you knew he was going to come back?”
”Of course. I’m a doctor AND a ninja. I know my pressure points better than my birthday. Delsin should no longer feel as dizzy from his wounds. Probably, his left leg is working a little better, and overall, less pain. Am I right?”
”Actually,” Delsin muttered, ”Yeah! Much better. Thanks, Doc!”
”Just doing my job. Unfortunately, I need better equipment to do anything of substance, but anesthetics are free when you’re a ninja-doctor. Jak, your arm…?”
Jak nodded. Dr. McNinja waved at the chair. Jack sat down, gingerly resting his left arm by his side. Doc knelt next to it.
”How’d it…?”
“Big pincer monster thing. No idea. One of the other Primes were controlling it,” Jak replied.
Doc gingerly touched Jak’s elbow. Jak yelped and gritted his teeth.
”Crushed bone,” Doc muttered, ”I can do very little about this. We just have to wait for the bone to grow back, and frankly, that’s gonna be way after we get out of here. What I can do is numb the pain. I can’t return the use of your arm until you get that bone back, but-“ Doc paused, and crouched a while in thought.
“Sounds good,” Jak interrupted.
”Okay, it’s just… This is gonna hurt.”
Doc pinched the base of Jak’s palm, jabbed his elbow with his fingers, then karate-chopped the inside of his shoulder. Jak screamed in pain.
”Sorry,” Doc mumbled, ”But now it shouldn’t hurt as much! In about two minutes, you won’t feel anything at all. Should last a few hours?”
“It’s fine,” Jak hissed through gritted teeth, “You gonna ’technically' kill me too, Doc?”
McNinja chuckled. Delsin looked at them inquisitively.
”What?” Jak and McNinja were now laughing in earnest. ”No, seriously, tell me!”
Aero walked into the building again, drenched by the storm. He had been keeping watch, and for some reason, thought it’d be best to be outside. Moments before Doc could suggest that he wrap himself in a blanket, so that he might avoid catching a cold, Aero snapped, “I can hear you outside. You need to stay quieter. Someone’s gonna hear us.”
Dr. McNinja and Jak waved apologetically. Aero paused for a moment, then stepped outside again and presumed his watch. McNinja started chuckling again, a little quieter.
”I just-“ he paused. ”Hey, I’m sorry I’ve been so cranky as of late. I’m usually… I’m usually a little more light-hearted than this. I don’t know what’s-“
“Doc, we’re all unhappy right now. You don’t need to apologize over anything.”
”What he said,” Delsin said, ”But I’d really appreciate if you didn’t choke me.”
Doc grinned awkwardly. ”Yeah, sorry…”
”Hey, man, you helped with my skull,” Delsin grinned, ”You’re good in my book.”
McNinja nodded, and sat quietly for a minute. It felt… good. He had friends here. That felt good. Even in this hellhole, where hurricanes were ordered like cappuccinos and people killed each other for fun, he had friends. That felt really good.
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