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Post by Honey Hirano on Jun 16, 2020 10:52:33 GMT -4
Honey stared at the linoleum floor underneath her small fuzzy feet. Why, did they go here? She remembered Nakahara's words saying during the internship that they should get to the hospital while she would head towards the prison. "You think she is alright?" Honey muttered while following Angie around because the shit was just going to be very strange and Honey's problem was that she was not really made to do the first aid things. It had been her full intention to learn about it as that's why she had signed up for Nimue's classes but now this wasn't a practice thing and their teacher wasn't here. Honey was sure she would do something wrong and she did not literally cling onto Angie's arm or back but well she was walking very close behind her looking around to the mess this prison break had made. "I wish this was a movie." she mumbled under her breath. There were so many people, was this about first aid? Yes, that was for sure. Honey looked up, hoping the civilians would be safe here and looked at Angie again, "Okay, you are the smart one, what can I do?" She was at least dressed in her hero outfit, a cutie pop-culture looking outfit.
Honey was a little actress and since a few months the new member of an all girl band, the next generation called POPUP. Honey liked her job but she had decided that she wanted to focus more on being a support student since the start of the second year. Taking her internships very serious and being ready to learn everything new, she was now wondering if she had made a mistake at that. At least eight people but the doctors and nurses seemed to have the most under control until someone came in and said the criminals were coming here and they should barricade the door. The little squirrel was shivering a little, but what if people needed their help, they could not do that? Wait, these were things she should not talk about, she was a support student, not a hero student and Nakahara-sensei was probably around, just like the other heroes and third years, there was nothing to worry about. She should also consider how to display that herself, if she wanted to be the first responder, the disaster relief hero, than it would not help to be shaking like a leaf right now. She should do something! And that something was... seeing what Angelica did.
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Post by Angelica Carina on Jun 16, 2020 11:17:03 GMT -4
good BEDSIDE MANNERS ARE NO SUBSTITUTE FOR THE RIGHT DIAGNOSIS.
A disaster was a disaster, and that was that. It didn't matter if it was an earthquake in the dorms or a break-out at the local prison--at the end of the day, people were hurt, and she had a task to follow through. Perhaps it was a distraction from the amount of chaos and panic going through the city, or perhaps it was just a way of disconnecting from those around her who might be in danger. Either way it probably wasn't the most emotionally healthy means of handling this. But Angelica was in training to be a doctor, not a psychiatrist, so it mattered little to her. She had her orders from her teacher and she had a job to fulfill. That was all there was to this.
"She is a pro hero, Hisano-san," Angelica spoke in a clipped tone, adjusting the white non-latex gloves on her hands, "She will handle herself as well as she possibly can. Certainly she will fair better than either of us could. Let us get to work."
The hospital local to Nakano was smaller than the one in central Tokyo, but not poorly stocked. It was also far safer to be there right now than it was Tokyo's own due to the outbreak of criminals in the area. Here, they were less likely to be assaulted while taking in patients. The actual trained doctors were handling the emergencies--stabbing victims in places that requires immediate attention, burns left by some manner of acid that Angelica had turned away from as they rushed them into the ER, somebody who'd had half of their arm turned into stone that seemed to be slowly creeping up towards their shoulder...things one of her lollipops or basic first-aid couldn't prevent or fix before it was too late.
Their work was far less dire, but no less important. There were too many people coming in with moderate injuries who needed help, but would otherwise take up the time of the more experienced staff. They were their responsibilities. At least that was what she was trying to convince herself.
If they knew half of the things I've had to care for at UA, they would have given me more important work, a prideful part of Angelica drilled into her thoughts, I'm sure when it comes to Quirk-related injuries I have more experience than half of these interns. Our mentor is the top doctor in Quirk-related science in Japan. But because we're young, here we are, shoved in the closest office to the lobby and tending to the littlest cuts and scrapes. Just because I'm not grown enough.
How annoying.
"Go into the lobby and look for those with moderate but treatable injuries, and ask how long they've been waiting for help. If it's been longer than ten minutes, bring them here," she tapped her hand on the paper on the medical cot, "And we'll go from there. If you find more than one will you be able to handle them yourself? I will not do your job for you."
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Post by Niso Konto on Jun 17, 2020 6:00:42 GMT -4
Niso wasn’t entirely sure on his plan, and he was becoming less and less sure of it as he sat in the hospital waiting area. It was chock full of some serious cases rapidly getting shifted into some form of care ward or another. Some of them definitely looked serious and even Niso had to feel a little bad for them. How did any hospital, even one with quirker aid, handle someone who was slowly being turned to stone? How did they handle someone with poisons they’d likely never seen before, or oil based burns all within the same 24 hour window and with many cases that likely made sure time was very much of the essence… if he was a decent human being he’d just leave and let them focus their resources, but he was far from that, even if he was pretending to be one. A day of rampaging with the prison riot had made sure Niso had endured plenty of injuries himself, and while he certainly had the capacity to heal himself, he was running dangerously low on fuel. It took all he had really to just shift his features into his ‘nice guy Niso’ persona, and with Hellhound busy it wasn’t like he could use it to get direct help from her… no. He just needed to… wait here, get seen, and leave as pleasantly as he could without causing a fuss. He didn’t have the energy to heal his wounds himself and get back to somewhere safe without passing out, so he just needed to be patient. Slouching back into the chair he was waiting in, his eyes continued to dart about the place while adjusting the makeshift sling he’d made for himself. Very makeshift. He’d just turn off the lower half of his jacket, wrapped it under his arm and done the sup up over the other shoulder. He’d had to work at it with a dagger and his good arm to even get through the zipper section to begin with and every now and then he had to awkwardly bend without the aid of his quirk to zip it up again so his dislocated arm didn’t slip. Sure, maybe he could have hobbled home, get some food, heal himself up, but he’d have been using his quirk heal his leg to do that too. On the opposite side of his body he’d suffered a gash of sorts down the side of his legs, mostly covered by the loose nature of his pants leg but it was clear from the stain forming he’d been bleeding quite a bit before he’d tied his jacket sleeve around the wound under his pants. He felt like a right mess all around but… If he could just get these people to fix him up, like a normal, unassuming, quirkless dipshit, he could walk on home, get some food,and never have to worry about feeling like a quirkless little whimp ever again… just happy, dumb, civilian face till then Niso. ( Niso's physical appearance for this thread)
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Post by Finn Halloran on Jun 18, 2020 8:00:57 GMT -4
[nospaces] [attr="class","finn1"] [attr="class","finnimg"] [attr="class","finnbox"] [attr="class","finntag"]it's show time! [attr="class","finntext"]
Crazy how he got wrapped up in a bunch of criminals going ham on the town in the honor of some alleged Goddess of Victory called Ishtar. Okay like seriously, if he wanted to die a slow and painful death, he'd make a satirical piece on the whole event. Alas, he wanted to have a normal lifespan at the very least and wouldn't poke the bull, so to speak! A lil' snort giggle managed to sneak its way on out of him when he thought how his injuries came to be, trying to stifle it before it had the chance to evolve. Gods it was so stupid, some goon slammed their fist into someone who took it like a champ and his stupid ass tried to catch them in an effort to help!
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That was one of the dumbest things he'd done in his life and now he had a fractured ankle on the right and whoops dislocated his left arm a bit! So here he was, dodging a badgering bullet since he knew someone would give him all the sass at work for coming in with such injuries. They needed to be tended to and well...he wasn't confident in popping his arm back in place. Getting his jacket off was going to hurt like hell...but there was some solace in all of this. Each piercing pang of pain reminded Finn he was still among the living, so that was nice!
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It was still uncomfortable, but looking at the bright side was a plus in times like these, especially when his big ol' fluffy ears were taking in some unsavory remarks. Not like it got to him much at all, suffering and pain were a pretty nasty combo. Despite standing out like a giant crayon of reds and black highlights, for once, he was sitting still and trying to avoid bringing attention to himself. Which worked pretty well to the point where the crowd around him was starting to thin out. Turning toward the fellow beside him, he offered a sincere smile and spoke up in a mellow tone coated in his usual radio coated accent, "If they can only take one patient at a time, you should go ahead of me~"
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Whether or not the blue eyed gentleman wanted to acknowledge him or not wasn't a huge deal, the Deer Hatter said his peace and hadn't planned to hinder him much further if it wasn't appreciated. Guh...his ankle was definitely a bit swollen from the fracture, but at least all he had to do was wait patiently and it'd get dealt with sooner or later!
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Post by Honey Hirano on Jun 19, 2020 10:46:01 GMT -4
Of course, of course, Nakahara-sensei was a pro-hero and nothing was going wrong. She was just imagining stuff if something like a bad movie would go. there was no one outside, no doctors and nurses around. She looked around, wrapping her tail around her and being surprised that it wasn't like movies at all, and thus she managed to not hold on to Angie and look too scared around her anymore. She could do this, she would survive and just make sure it was all right. Yes, Nakahara-san was a pro-hero and besides, she wanted to learn how to do first aid and the like so Honey decided to do what she could to help Angelica. Which made her ears go erect when she heard what her classmate said, "No-no of course not. I can do it." Well, she could try to do it but she wasn't sure if it would be a good thing to do. It was probably a disastrous idea to let Honey do her work by herself. She nodded though and did what she could do and what she was training for. The whole idea of just talking to people and making sure they were okay was what she could do. The little squirrel was a little more in her element now that nothing seemed to be happening. She did throw a last look at the door but they were still open and outside was not a direct mob of people coming in to attack them. They were safe. She just walked a little bit further to the benches and chairs and looked up to one of the nurses who smiled at her and she smiled back with her little pouty face. The nurse explained that everyone with very big issues that needed surgery or a doctor were already on her side so Honey could take the people on her own right and she nodded before jumping up to mentally kick her own little butt to get into action and she asked everyone one by one. That meant she ended up first in front of Niso, "Hello sir, I am a hero in training named Furball and I want to ask you how long you are here, and if you could rate your pain on a scale from one to ten. One being easy to endure, barely a feeling to barely being able to stand it at a ten." She hoped she explained it well and wrapped her tail around her and having a small smile on her face. "If you have any information of what happened to you, please share it with us so we can help you as soon as possible." She turned her attention after that to the last person and looked up at Finn. Her eyes blinking at him before running back to Angelica.
"I have someone that waited more than ten minutes. I will ask the next one though." She would guide Niso to Angelica before hurrying back, and a little shyly moved to Finn. "Mister Halloran, I am Hon- I mean I am Furball and I am here to help, can you tell me how long you are here and your pain rate based on..." and she repeated the little scale again and if he could tell her what was going on with him. Though how he held himself on the chair and his arm was kind of a headstart.
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Post by Angelica Carina on Jun 22, 2020 19:42:38 GMT -4
good BEDSIDE MANNERS ARE NO SUBSTITUTE FOR THE RIGHT DIAGNOSIS.
Honey was nothing if not quick, though whether or not she was accurate was its own matter. Angelica watched her leave and continued to set up her (their) station; there was your standard first-aid equipment in bulk: bandages, gauze, gloves, medical tape, tweezers, a no-touch thermometer...all that she accustomed to handling at the nurses office, though in much higher quantity. There were also things not standard for a school nurse, like the suture needles and thread. She had not done any suturing before. Technically, she didn't even need to. She had a bundle of lollipops to take care of that.
But it was good to have options. She'd been allowed the use of her Quirk on the technicality that she had used her Quirk in sight of Nimue. That the product of said Quirk wouldn't be used in her presence was unfortunate but there were more important matters to attend to than a responsible student.
She secured the buttons on her sleeve cuffs as Honey came back to the room with their first patient, and Angelica turned to look at them. An average gentleman, taller than herself (not much of a feat, though she would never admit it) and all around plain looking. Were it not for his arm being in a sorry excuse for a sling and the laceration on his opposite side's leg she probably would never have noticed him in a crowd.
Angelica approached him with a gloved hand extended to help him walk. Without so much as a hello she began the introductory spiel she'd been taught: "I am..." This is so very embarrassing, but this is also part of the script... "...the hero-in-training, Sugar Drop. I am certified to distribute first aid, and have been working as an assistant nurse at U.A Academy for a year. I can see your arm is injured in some manner, and your leg is bleeding. Allow me to assist you."
She would direct him to one of two cots in the room, and assist him in sitting down. Before she did anything else, though, she needed his express consent. She was, after all, still not a professional. As much as she believed herself to be.
"Begin by telling me the symptoms of your injuries, any allergies you possess, any medications you take, any illnesses you experienced in the last week, and the last thing you have eaten today." Her tone was hard, but not harsh. This script was just another part of the job. "Then the events that lead up to your obtaining these injuries. Spare no details."
A pause. Then, like an afterthought, she added: "Please."
Right. She had been reprimanded for not saying that before. Had she said it at all up until this point?...no, no she hadn't.
It doesn't really matter whether I'm polite or not. What does matter is treating the patient. Politeness is a luxury now.
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Post by Niso Konto on Jun 23, 2020 7:27:19 GMT -4
Niso glanced across to the odd fellow who seemed to be stuck waiting with him, smirking tiredly as they expressed that he should go first if they started taking patients, shaking his head a little. “Ooooh don’t worry about me too much I’ve been through worse…” He idly teased, mostly because he didn’t think this was someone he’d have to worry about seeing again. Besides, as someone who’d endured being burned alive at one stage, this was far from the worst he’d endured, he just didn’t have the fuel in him to fix it himself was all. Best not to go passing out in the streets when they were filled to the brim with heroes afterall. “I mean don’t get me wrong though, I’ll take the generous offer.~” He teased with a cheeky little grin.
His eyes turned to the other voice trying to address him, a bit high pi-oh. Oh so they were calling in children to help here… any other time Niso would applaud the chaos of that choice but while he was in low level constant agony he just… ugh. Were they really that desperate? A quick glance about the room reminded him of the answer there, sighing a little as he used his good arm to shift in his seat, pushing up against the base as he took in the questions. “Er… ‘bout 20 minutes now I think. As for the scale I’m thinking…” he thought for a moment about how to rate it a bit honestly. For the average person with a gash in their leg they could have easily argued a 10, but Niso decided to be a bit more open about how he was handling it. “How about we say a 6? I could get a ride home and handle it if I REALLY had to but I’d also REALLY like some treatment before considering that option?”
He was about to go on about the details of the injury but seemed like things needed to keep moving (and Yumi didn’t wanna have to repeat herself) so he moved onto the exam room, seeing another kid running the treatments, trying very hard not to give a dark chuckle at the desperate situation they must be in. He was in character afterall.
“Right, right, hero in training…” He repeated as he hobbled to wherever he was meant to sit, hissing a little at the weight on his bad leg and pulling himself to where he had to sit, his injured leg hanging a bit more loosely off the seat than the other. His tired eyes trying to meet Angelica’s gaze. “Sorry I… I usually love you lot getting involved but as you can imagine it’s been… hoo boy it’s been a day…” A day he’d remember fondly, but he at least had to pretend he was frustrated…~
“No medications… I had a cold about a month ago but nothing last week… as for my symptoms…” He glanced down to his leg, rubbing the bad leg’s thigh with his good hand. “Just pain when I put pressure on it, constant throbbing otherwise. As for the arm it’s mostly numb. Bit of pain when I shift and if I try to move it I can… like I can shift it a bit but it hurts too much before I can get any real distance out of it?” Did that sound right for a dislocated arm? Niso wasn’t used to normal limitations of the quirkless or the ordinary, so it was a bit foreign for him to try and detail what his physical ‘caps’ should be with these injuries.
“As for how I got them… the prison riots reached me is all I can really say. I work under Miss Hellhound, her PR manager. I was trying to keep in touch with my media contacts and advise them to stay off the scene and to save all the press for later when things were safe. Didn’t get too far myself on foot once I realized how serious things were. Ended up getting clipped by a car, not like, fully ran over, but I crashed hard and next thing I knew I couldn’t move my arm and my leg was slit. Can’t tell ya what I scraped it on though…”
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Post by Finn Halloran on Jun 25, 2020 5:24:47 GMT -4
[nospaces] [attr="class","finn1"] [attr="class","finnimg"] [attr="class","finnbox"] [attr="class","finntag"]it's show time! [attr="class","finntext"]
"My, my... I'm sorry to hear that~" Yikes, that lad wasn't in horrid shape but to say he'd been through worse? What sort of life had he lived? Before he could try talking to him much further, a small little petite young lady with squirrely features headed over to the pair and quickly tended to him. Hm...she seemed familiar...like a budding actress, perhaps? Listening to her speak...yes...it was, in fact a little actress! Why, she appeared in Animal Rescue Team as the brave young hero, Glinda and even a vocalist in POPUP, what a small world it was indeed!
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Gosh, just look at her being quick and efficient, getting his chair buddy on his way to get help, what a trooper! He couldn't help but chuckle under his breath as it turns out she knew of him too, "Good day to you, Miss Furball, I've been here for about fifteen...perhaps twenty minutes or so...? I wasn't paying much attention to the time, makes it pass much too slow for my liking~" Slowly blinking, he thought about the little scale, as per her humble request. "Hn...to be frank, as long as I sit still, I hardly notice it~! Getting here was about an eight, but don't worry my dear hero, I can still walk all the same when you need me to~"
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Assuring her with a smile, he held up his good hand and lightly waved it as he recalled the tale, "Simply, my dear little Miss Furball, I did something rather foolish...a rather large fellow, lost his balance when someone, I assume to be a criminal, hit him and my first reflex was to try and catch him so he wouldn't hurt himself. It truly wasn't my brightest moment..." A soft, nervous laugh escaped him as he slowly got to his feet, doing what he could to keep his weight off of the fractured ankle. Which was more like a delicate balancing act since he was holding his dislocated arm in place.
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Post by Honey Hirano on Jun 28, 2020 5:00:07 GMT -4
Honey would stay with Niso for a bit, apologizing that she couldn't help him while walking to Angelica. Though she was eager to go to the next person, her big green orbs stared at Angelica and the way she talked, woooow so professional already, Honey was sure that she would not be able to fix herself and thus she let Niso there with a short bow towards him before sprinting off towards Finn, only realizing she should obviously not run and came to a skipping halt before taking the last steps and talking to the patient, whose name she knew because yes his radio show was known to her and she gave a short bow. Introducing herself and again asked for the minutes he was here and how his pain rate was, that was always difficult but it is what she saw one of the nurses do as well and she was already a bit nervous about the six that the previous guy gave her. Now she would look at mister Halloran. Oh so long as well! They were behind, if Angie had said they should ask for people that were here for more than ten minutes, this was almost double! But she tried to remain calm and just would bring more information and nodded. She blushed a little, an eeeeight? Oh boy oh boy maybe Angie should look after this man as well and she asked him if he could walk, like the previous person and would just bring him to the second cot that Angelica had prepared when he was ready. "It's not that far, I hope it be alright?" And she asked him what happened and listening to the story. Finn Halloran was a real hero as well then, wow! "It is very kind to try though," She instructed Finn to sit down and looked up when she heard that the man on the other cot with Angelica was the PR manager of Hellhound, woooooh so many interesting people here...
Okay Honey focus.
She should try to mimic Angelica, but she was more like the enthusiastic opposite of Angie's serious question, "So mister Halloran, could you tell me where it hurts, I can see..." How did Angelica say that? "That your arm and leg are injured but what do you feel and do you..." she thought for a second, what was it, it was very important... "Do you have any allergies!" Yes that was it, while listening she took the gloves from the station that were prepared for her and her furry little fingers to see what she could do about the issue on her own. She promised Angelica that she would try so she would!
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Post by Angelica Carina on Jul 5, 2020 21:29:13 GMT -4
good BEDSIDE MANNERS ARE NO SUBSTITUTE FOR THE RIGHT DIAGNOSIS.
She had no comment to go along with the gentleman's own about her being the medical personnel available to treat him. It was a given, what with her age, that somebody would have preferred an adult with a license to be there instead of a so-called child. Actually, no, Angelica did have a comment for it, and some choice words as well, but saying them aloud--
Had Honey not come in shortly after with another patient, she might have gone ahead and said something anyway.
Good accidental save, Hirano-san.
Angelica placed her gloved hands on his shoulder and flattened down the fabric of his clothes to better see the slope of it. Just from its obvious deformation, she could guess that it was dislocated. In the best case scenario, she would need a muscle relaxant or a sedative, and then to gentle pop it back into place. His shirt was in the way, though, and even if it was painful it was not life-threatening. So she would focus on the more prominent injury: the laceration on his leg. "I am going to begin with your leg injury." Angelica reached under the cot and withdrew a stout, plastic-wrapped block of foam, and placed it on the cot. "Place your calve here."
While he did as she said, Angelica took out a pair of clean scissors from her supplies. Honey was talking to the patient she had brought in and...making mistakes immediately. That drew a low sigh from her lips. "SAMPLE, Furball, SAMPLE. Symptom, allergies, medicine, past medical histories, last meal eaten, events leading to injury. That was lesson one."
Such easy mistakes. Tch.
Angelica returned to the side of her patient. "I am going to cut away the clothing around your laceration." Using where the fabric was already torn as an opening, she cut upwards an inch or two, then in a circle around the injury. She would have had him strip out of them if it mattered that she not ruin the pants but if he was, in fact, the PR Manager of a hero then he likely had the money to buy another pair. Clothing was not nearly as important as one's body. But there was a lot of blood soaked into the fabric. Angelica frowned, setting aside the scissors and removing the cut away strips of fabric to sit in a bin. "How long ago did you receive this injury, did you say? You have lost a lot of blood. Are you light-headed?"
He was too cognitive to be suffering from extreme blood loss, and had he been up and around like this for longer than ninety seconds, then it wasn't life-threatening. If it had been then, well, he would not have lived the wait in the waiting room. He likely needed some sugar, if nothing else. Lucky him.
"Well. Your cut is not deep," Angelica said evenly as she finished looking over the wound, "And that you are not dead already means you should not need to worry about blood loss. I am going to give you something to close the wound..."
Angelica reached for the glass jar on the rolling table next to the cot, and stalled. He was the PR Manager for a hero. He would be fine with a Quirk. She had permission. This was fine. But a feeling of doubt pricked the back of her neck like a dozen little needles. A reminder that these candies were not as perfect as she had hoped, and that, sometimes, they could do nothing to help. But this wasn't one of those situations. It was a cut. They healed worse than this. And it was only one. The stalling lasted less than five seconds before she drew out a small paper-wrapped lollipop and held it up to her patient.
"This is a part of my Quirk. Consuming it will heal you. Do not bite into it, because it may hurt your teeth."
Once that was healed all she would have to do was focus on his shoulder. That would require more than she had on hand, though, and she would need to page one of the nurses. But she had done similarly when treating Jack's dislocated knee. It was the same procedure, only the shoulder instead. It would be fine. As she pressed the pager button and typed in her request for a muscle relaxant, she glanced at Honey's patient for the first time since he had actually been brought in.
Huh. A deer. But with those teeth and claws...
...weirdly, she was entirely comfortable with such an obvious Quirk. Even as incredibly tall as the fellow was, the mix of that as well as his sharp teeth, horns (well, antlers), fluffy ears, and claws was somewhat familiar. That was nice.
She had work to do, though. Best not to dwell on things.
"Do you possess a Quirk that would cause a negative reaction to a muscle relaxant, sir?" Had she even been given his name by Honey? That would have been her job, having brought him here. Oh well. It mattered little, again, in the long run. But she did say her question loud enough that Honey would hear it and, given her own patient's obvious Quirk, hopefully ask it herself to avoid any incident.
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Post by Niso Konto on Jul 8, 2020 8:09:54 GMT -4
Even if Niso wasn’t good at empathizing with people he had become somewhat adept at reading the subtleties of their expressions. Heck it was because he struggled to empathize that he had become so good at it. It was his only real way of knowing what the people around him were thinking, and in turn, how he could potentially have fun with that. He read a brief sense of restraint on the face of the girl treating him, clearly seeming to annoy her in some way with his words in the matter, forcing his chest muscles not to spasm and let out an involuntary chuckle at the fact it seemed quite easy to rile her up like that. Didn’t want Freya’s loyal PR manager to start coming off like a rude asshole…
He hissed lightly at the touch to his clothes, she had a gentle, practiced touch on how to treat him and if anyone else was doing it it could be much worse, but Niso was fighting the instincts he’d developed over years of using his quirk to just yank his own shoulder back into place with that light jolt of pain through his system, just… play the part Niso.
“Aye, sure…” Frustration was still in his tone however, he was never the kind to hide his emotions afterall so pretending to be Freya’s aid was difficult enough and survived mostly on masking his usual eerie chipperness as genuine enthusiasm for his work. Now… just sheer frustration with nothing to really disguise it as other than just more frustration. With the aid of his good arm he’d hoist his leg up onto the foam block granted to it as a pedestal, idly observing the girl as she worked.
Young as she was… she at least took it seriously. Niso wasn’t sure if he was admring that or just found it more infuriating.
“I take it you’re the more experienced out of the two of you at least…” He’d idly comment, unable to catch a mild chuckle before it slipped out.
Niso rolled his neck to either side as Angelica cut away the fabric without a word, smirking a little as he clearly joked with no malice in his voice. “Oh no don’t ask or anything I’m not attatched to these at all.~” he offered a sly grin to make it extra clear that was a joke. Something told him this was the kind of kid who got extra brain cells in a faustian exchange for their sense of humor. At the question on him being light headed…. Should he be? Was this a big amount of blood? Er… “’Bout an hour ago I wanna say? It was gushing a lot initially but it dried up pretty quick… wouldn’t say I feel all that light headed but maybe that just means I’m not the best judge…ehehe…” Nice save there Niso. Nice save.
Oh. Phew. Wasn’t too bad anyway apparently… probably nearly cut through his leg earlier but if he walked through on that they’d be considering amputation, and he didn’t want PR Niso to suddenly be a half legged disguise. That’d be a pain to saw off every day he came into work. “Well that’s a relief to hear at least. But… when you say ‘give me something’ wouldn’t stitches be best? You don’t exactly… give someone stitches? I mean you do but…” He hung his head and groaned, justifying his mental loop with – “Can you tell Japanese isn’t my first language.”
It absolutely was. He didn’t even actually know German. That was a lie he hoped he’d never be caught on.
Niso’s brow rose as the girl hesitated, and his eyes grew wider still as she explained why to him, a borderline cheeky expression spreading across his face as he realized what was going on with her, taking the sweet in his good hand and just, briefly, sharing a look with the girl. Not saying a word, but it was clear enough in his face that they likely both knew how dubious this was… she was a second year at best right? There was no pro in this room… yeah. She could probably get in trouble for this.
Ah well. “Down the hatch.~” He put the sweet in his mouth and resisted the urge to bite, rolling back his shoulders before mumbling. “Mit oth an onteeklighmax.” (I can’t do muffled speak im sorry)
Suckling on the sweet, he did feel an affect on his cells. Consciously linked to each of them he could feel their natural instincts to heal and repair kicking into overdrive, with a burst of stamina behind it to boot. He may have healed just slightly faster than Angelica was expecting, but he tried to hold himself back enough that it was mostly her quirk doing the work, and not his unnaturally giving it a boost, glancing down to his leg as the injured skin around the wound began to spread back over the injury, albeit slowly.
“Gotta love quirks…” he idly muttered. His eyes lifted at the question if he had one…. Muscle relaxant shouldn’t do much to him right? It’d just… make him have less control over his quirk, which he was avoiding displaying anyway. “No, no quirk sadly.” He offered with a lightly defeated looking shrug but a lazy smile still present on his features as he slumped backwards on his good hand. “No medical conditions either… that I’m aware of.”
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Post by Finn Halloran on Jul 19, 2020 8:12:58 GMT -4
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Keeping his smile, he was sure to keep himself together and do his best to help they young lady do her job be as easy as possible. This poor, dear young hero in training had so much pressure on her, a burden someone so young shouldn't have to carry...so as a wounded civilian? Well, he would do his part in cooperating as much as possible while keeping a positive air about himself as well. Follow the little leader was a game in play at this time, going over the rest of what happened with, a sweet, kind girl who didn't think he was stupid for making the effort. The young one actually commended his efforts for trying at all!
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That was...nice, he truly believed his actions were foolish in retrospect...but at least she was understanding about it all. Those steps and his pace was careful, making sure that he didn't put too much weight on his injuries or move in a way which would make them much worse. How troublesome...but that's alright, life went on and at least he was still among the living. It could be worse, oh so much worse. This wasn't lost on the man as he took a seat where he was instructed to do so and patiently awaited the super star hero to gather her thoughts.
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Despite the pain causing his nerves to suffer, he wasn't going to lash out or spit out any verbal venom...no, she hadn't warranted any of that. As he spoke, one could try to search for sarcasm, but they'd be sorely disappointed and find that there was only a gentle air about his tone with hints of underlying pain, "You're a very observant and tentative hero in training, Miss Furball~! Why yes, my shoulder hurts more so around the area which it is dislocated, quite uncomfortable, really~" A surprisingly lighthearted laugh escaped him as he continued to speak up, remaining positive all the same!
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"Unfortunately, I can't move enough to point out the pesky trouble spot, but the pain is centered around my ankle...though my shoe and socks feel tighter than usual. I thought that I merely sprained my ankle, but I suspect it may be a bit more than that..." Keep on smiling, gotta be that bit of positivity so this girl doesn't get discouraged! "Hn...allergies...no, though too many onions have a nasty habit of giving me heart burn~!" Twitching his fluffy ol ears and wiggling his tail, he felt as though the young girl may need a nudge in the right direction. "Is there anything else you'd like me to answer as a means of making your job easier, Miss Furball~?"
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Come on, you can do it, make your pink mentor proud! Silently, he rooted for the fun sized hero and hoped she'd get the next line of questioning right. Practice made perfect and even though part of him wasn't in the best mood from the pain suffocating his nerves, he refused to be snide or rude toward either of these two taking their time to help them.
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Post by Honey Hirano on Aug 2, 2020 4:26:32 GMT -4
She shivered a little as Angelica snapped at her but she tried to keep her smile up, albeit the corners of her mouth lowered for a few seconds. Ehm, she had not been that active at lesson one, it was only recent that Honey tried to work on first aid, though she was sure that Angelica knew that, cuz Angie knew everything. "Right-right!" She said, almost saluting like a little sailor but she managed to dodge that bullet on time. She looked at her little notes that were on the table on Finn's right (and her left). So she had to be more specific with her allergies question and wrote that down quickly while looking over her other notes. Dislocated shoulder, she could see it, it looked... gross but thank god the fabric of Finn's clothes hid the most of that from her. She did not know entirely how to do that, she knew it was hurtful to pop something back and she looked shortly at Angelica. There was something about it, she was sure that it was told to her before. She toyed with her little gloves and pouted, "Anooo." Hm, no not ask Angelica, she knew this, she pondered but quickly pulled her attention back to what Angelica was doing, that was a good example and as Finn sat down while not being on the cot, she got a little stool, "Sir, if you sit still, does your shoulder hurt more or your ankle? It's a silly question because I think I should help with your ankle first." If it was just sprained she could do that, she learned that with Nakahara's lesson before!
With that confirmation and trying to not admit that she did not dare to touch his shoulder, she would pull a little stool forward and so Finn could lift up his foot and put the stool underneath his leg, calves! Words Honey! She looked shortly at Angelica again, the girl made her nervous because she did not want to look dumb in front of her classmate but Angie knew everything. She quickly gave herself a slap on her cheek (and removed that glove to get a new clean one) before she turned back to Finn. "Sorry, okay what I am going to do is slowly remove your shoe and sock, I need to check if it's sprained and not broken before I can eh tape it." Though with fur she would have to use a form of bandaid instead of tape, ha that she knew because she had fur too! She would look at her little table to see if she had it, and as she saw it, she would first open up the laces as wide as she could before holding right above the ankle as softly as she could and pull softly the back of the shoe so it would come off the heel, keeping a close eye on what she was doing and shortly eyeing Finn from time to time. As soon as it was off the heel it would be easier to get off, as it felt tight it might hurt though and she was trying to be as careful as she could, same with the sock, moving the upper part with two of her fingers to make it wider so she could easily slid it off without touching much of the foot itself. She put it down softly, explaining to Finn that she would not use tape but bandage, a special kind that her teacher has made before that would not stick to his fur and would still support the ankle, it might hurt a little because it had to be tight so the ankle was doing well. She took it, before realizing she should check if it was broken and thus explained that again before holding his foot, one hand on the heel, one hand underneath the toes and just moving it softly, she heard nothing, she felt no constrains and thus was satisfied to say he just had a sprained ankle. Having no healing powers like Angelica, she went to work with the bandage.
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Post by Angelica Carina on Aug 5, 2020 10:18:58 GMT -4
good BEDSIDE MANNERS ARE NO SUBSTITUTE FOR THE RIGHT DIAGNOSIS.
"Perhaps." Angelica responded curtly to the man's off-hand commentary on her level of experience over that of Honey's. Well, naturally she was the more experienced of them. She spent the better part of her days assisting in the infirmary, and read heavy text books and did online research for fun. Honey was a number of things but attentive was not one of them. Saying so aloud, especially to a stranger, especially to one of her patients and one of Honey's patients, would be impolite.
Nevermind saying it in front of Honey herself. Even if she had to know it was true, repeating it wouldn't do anything to help her improve, now would it?
Hm, an hour ago? This was still a lot of blood for that short an amount of time. It was very fortunate of him that his wound wasn't worse than it was in all honesty. She wanted to press further. Perhaps he had a healing Quirk of his own, but it was untrained and only capable of stopping the wound from killing him rather than healing it the rest of the way? But would that take a minor, untrained Quirk, or one that had plenty of practice? Her own skills were growing from minor wounds to greater ones. But no two Quirks functioned in precisely the same manner...some were just better than others.
It would be irritating to be treating somebody with a Quirk better than hers at healing, she realized, but at the same time it did make her job much easier if that was the case.
I'm not sure I appreciate the handicap.
He took the candy with only a strange look and no further protest. Angelica felt the faintest sigh of relief pass through her lips. She wasn't sure what he was saying but it was doing its work at least. The cut began to heal, going from an open laceration to what could have been a several weeks old scab, to finally a faint scar. If it healed quicker than it should have, she hadn't taken notice of it. To her it looked as expected.
"Very good. That is one of your matters settled." She took a quick look at the clock to time how long it had been from his entrance to his leg being healed, not counting his wait time. Not bad. Procedure definitely forced her to be slower than she was in the infirmary, where she had the majority of the information that her questions gave her on file, but still. Not bad at all. However as she was looking at the clock he said something that gave her pause.
No quirk?
That wasn't a surprise in itself. The majority of people in the world were not in possession of a Quirk. If the opposite were true then, well, she wouldn't need to be attending a school like this for the chance of working with Quirk medicine--it would already be the norm, most likely. No, it wasn't that a patient had no quirk that confused her momentarily. It was that this man didn't have one, or at least claimed not to. But that didn't make sense. He had to possess some manner of minor healing Quirk. Otherwise the amount of blood soaked into his clothes and the amount of time he'd had such an injury should have--
He may not know. Those of the older generation were not as finely monitored as those in mine for Quirks. He could have gone right under the radar, especially if it's as small as a self-regenerating ability. Should I say something to him?
Angelica's brow was knit tight when she returned her gaze to the man, lips a visible frown. She could just be wrong.
But that wasn't very likely, because it was her. Right?
"No quirk...and you are absolutely positive of that?" She placed her hand on the pager she had receive to call in a more experienced nurse. They would be able to bring her a muscle relaxant. There was no other reason for calling them. "Then I am going to request some, to help with popping your shoulder into place. What did you say your name was, sir?"
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Post by Niso Konto on Aug 5, 2020 12:39:12 GMT -4
Niso was unaware of the effects his hidden quirk were having on this girl before him mentally. While Niso was smarter than he had right to be… he wasn’t relatively smart. For the children coming out of st martas, uneducated, beaten, abused, kept from methods of learning and improving, he may as well have been a genius compared to them… but with someone like Angelica? He had no idea at all how much he was slipping up here. She was catching him out and he didn’t even realize it, his knowledge of ‘normal’ biology so limited by the warped view his own body gave him into everything. He was so accustomed to halting his own death the idea of where exactly those lines between life and death could be had become somewhat blurred, so the idea he shouldn’t even be walking after losing so much blood… well suffice to say he wasn’t too sure he was pulling this off. He could only hope he was.
His wound seemed healed at least… push came to shove he could put some pressure on it and dive out the window, even glancing to it a little unsubtly when Angelica looked briefly to the notes she was making, trying not to show the thought on his face when he looked back to her, just offering an appreciative smile as he swallowed what remained of the sweet. “Well well well, I certainly wouldn’t mind a Halloween full of these miracle candies… what’s the secret ingredient?” He’d idly tease, feeling better as his wounds began to heal. More like his usual playful self.
Maybe it was just his imagination but she seemed to hesitate a bit when she was talking about the muscle relaxant, his brow rising a little as he was asked to give his name again… ooooh. Oh no he did not want a child of all people to catch him out. He’d be impressed. DAMN he’d be impressed on some level he’d fucking love it and give her the wind but fuck he’d be mad at himself too. He didn’t take a slow breath, he just flowed as naturally as he could. “Niso Gottschalk.” He answered forwardly. “You might have heard of me? I mean you’re a UA kid right so you must work with Freya? I’m her… unfortunately named PR manager.” He chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck, going for the light, jovial mood now that he was healing up. “Pretty glad she works with me at all, what with my unfortunate name!~”
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