August 2012
Back From The Dentist (open uvu)
All right. Good.
Well, everything seemed to be in order.
Do you need anything else?
Ples found it odd that this was the second time he had played “nurse” to this doctor. What was becoming of him?
((Is good. Talk to you later.))
whutever, gonna reploo tonight :U ))
“Mnh… No, I s’ink I am all set for now…” With an annoyed grunt, he reached into his mouth with index finger and thumb, tugging the gauze out. It had been bothering him- just the feeling of having something stuck inside his mouth. “Zhere… Ahhh…”
((Ok, but I may need to go here soon. :O))
Someone took another look at Engel’s teeth while his mouth was open.
Are those sedatives wearing off?
Back From The Dentist (open uvu)
Very good.
He did his best to hobble along while bending at such odd angles. He looked at each placard outside the doors: 304A on one side, 304B on the other…here we go. 305A. Ples fumbled at the door, trying to get it open. He finally succeeded and cautiously stepped through.
Engel was so out of it that he barely spoke, vision tunneled and blurred. Ah, but then there was the scent and warmth of the medbay. That seemed to catch his attention. With a few slow steps, he managed to plop down on his bed, limbs sprawling out.
Ah good. Ples stepped over to the flopped-down doctor.
Now then. Do you have post-procedure medication? And soft foods? No gummy worms, sir.
He remembered his own tooth extraction; a long, long time ago. Pain medication for a few days after and lots of yoghurt and apple sauce.
“No gummy vorms?! Nonsense…” He grumbled, rubbing the cheek that had at least a twinge of feeling coming back to it. Though the thought of chewing anything irked him terribly. “I believe zhey gave me somesingk-… Ah… Somevhere in my labcoat… I’ll get it latah.”
Not for a while, I’m afraid…
Are you sure? I can get it for you, just tell me where your coat is.
“Ah-… I am vearing it. Here-” With a few grumbles and narrowing eyes, Engel felt around until his hand produced a small, clear glass, amber-tinted pill bottle. (must go for the night ;n; I’ll reply to your next post tomorrow <3)
All right. Good.
Well, everything seemed to be in order.
Do you need anything else?
Ples found it odd that this was the second time he had played “nurse” to this doctor. What was becoming of him?
((Is good. Talk to you later.))
Back From The Dentist (open uvu)
Very good.
He did his best to hobble along while bending at such odd angles. He looked at each placard outside the doors: 304A on one side, 304B on the other…here we go. 305A. Ples fumbled at the door, trying to get it open. He finally succeeded and cautiously stepped through.
Engel was so out of it that he barely spoke, vision tunneled and blurred. Ah, but then there was the scent and warmth of the medbay. That seemed to catch his attention. With a few slow steps, he managed to plop down on his bed, limbs sprawling out.
Ah good. Ples stepped over to the flopped-down doctor.
Now then. Do you have post-procedure medication? And soft foods? No gummy worms, sir.
He remembered his own tooth extraction; a long, long time ago. Pain medication for a few days after and lots of yoghurt and apple sauce.
“No gummy vorms?! Nonsense…” He grumbled, rubbing the cheek that had at least a twinge of feeling coming back to it. Though the thought of chewing anything irked him terribly. “I believe zhey gave me somesingk-… Ah… Somevhere in my labcoat… I’ll get it latah.”
Not for a while, I’m afraid…
Are you sure? I can get it for you, just tell me where your coat is.
Back From The Dentist (open uvu)
Very good.
He did his best to hobble along while bending at such odd angles. He looked at each placard outside the doors: 304A on one side, 304B on the other…here we go. 305A. Ples fumbled at the door, trying to get it open. He finally succeeded and cautiously stepped through.
Engel was so out of it that he barely spoke, vision tunneled and blurred. Ah, but then there was the scent and warmth of the medbay. That seemed to catch his attention. With a few slow steps, he managed to plop down on his bed, limbs sprawling out.
Ah good. Ples stepped over to the flopped-down doctor.
Now then. Do you have post-procedure medication? And soft foods? No gummy worms, sir.
He remembered his own tooth extraction; a long, long time ago. Pain medication for a few days after and lots of yoghurt and apple sauce.
Back From The Dentist (open uvu)
O-of course…
Wait. His right leg was what now?
Ah. Sure. Where are we going, exactly?
Hopefully, Engel wasn’t so out of it he didn’t know the way back to his area of the medbay.
“Oh, ja- zhis vay-… I s’ink.” Eyes narrowing, he turned his head to look down the opposite hallway, soon stumbling in that direction and motioning for the ticking Tibenoch to follow.
You…think…?
Ack, the poor guy could barely stand up. Ples…was not a fan of physical contact. But…it seemed like Engel needed help. Pretty badly, too. He bent his knees (curse his awkward height) and brought Engel’s arm over his shoulder, trying to support him.
You just…lead.
Pausing for a moment, Engel let some of his weight center on Ples- thankful that he could do so. His head was swimming with a sickly exhaustion- half from still feeling ill, and half from his earlier sedation. “Zhis vay… Room 305A.”
Very good.
He did his best to hobble along while bending at such odd angles. He looked at each placard outside the doors: 304A on one side, 304B on the other…here we go. 305A. Ples fumbled at the door, trying to get it open. He finally succeeded and cautiously stepped through.
Back From The Dentist (open uvu)
O-of course…
Wait. His right leg was what now?
Ah. Sure. Where are we going, exactly?
Hopefully, Engel wasn’t so out of it he didn’t know the way back to his area of the medbay.
“Oh, ja- zhis vay-… I s’ink.” Eyes narrowing, he turned his head to look down the opposite hallway, soon stumbling in that direction and motioning for the ticking Tibenoch to follow.
You…think…?
Ack, the poor guy could barely stand up. Ples…was not a fan of physical contact. But…it seemed like Engel needed help. Pretty badly, too. He bent his knees (curse his awkward height) and brought Engel’s arm over his shoulder, trying to support him.
You just…lead.
Back From The Dentist (open uvu)
Ah, th-think nothing of it. I think you should lay down for a few hours.
“Mmhfgh… Vill you come vizh me? I shtill do not trust my own limbs. Und my right leg has been looking veeeery suspicious…”
O-of course…
Wait. His right leg was what now?
Ah. Sure. Where are we going, exactly?
Hopefully, Engel wasn’t so out of it he didn’t know the way back to his area of the medbay.
Back From The Dentist (open uvu)
Ah, er, h-here…
Steeling himself for what was to come, Ples gently brought the hankie to Engel’s face and wiped at the blood and saliva. He did his best to be careful. It was, most likely, only a temporary solution.
There we go. A bit better.
The handkerchief was on the gross side now, but no matter.
Engel let his eyes lid, face as still as stone, yet still relaxed. “Danke.” The Medic muttered, content with his face being cleaned in such a gentle manner.
Ah, th-think nothing of it. I think you should lay down for a few hours.
Back From The Dentist (open uvu)
Ples nodded slowly, but very purposefully at the question. He didn’t want to wipe at Engel’s face; he had no way to gauge how much it might hurt. Well, yeah, there was one way:
D-does your mouth hurt?
“I can feel nossingk below my nose. Und I s’ink part of my eye has gone numb as vell. Actually, I am fairly grateful zhat I am numb…”
Ah, er, h-here…
Steeling himself for what was to come, Ples gently brought the hankie to Engel’s face and wiped at the blood and saliva. He did his best to be careful. It was, most likely, only a temporary solution.
There we go. A bit better.
The handkerchief was on the gross side now, but no matter.
Back From The Dentist (open uvu)
Those teeth. Ples would have felt bad for staring if he had been aware he was doing it. Well, maybe it was someone else. Probably. Ples didn’t stare at teeth like that. Ples came back to himself when Engel started drooling again. Poor guy. He was really out of it. Wasn’t he supposed to have a caretaker for after the procedure?
I think you might need this. *offers Engel the handkerchief*
Engel paused, tiltng his head and curling his lip a bit in confusion. “Wh-..? Do I haf somezhing on my fasche?…” Yes, Engel, yes you do. A lot of bodily fluids. Oh, good thing they’d only pulled a few wisdom teeth and re-crowned the previous silvers behind his canines. All of the frontmost teeth were left untouched.
Ples nodded slowly, but very purposefully at the question. He didn’t want to wipe at Engel’s face; he had no way to gauge how much it might hurt. Well, yeah, there was one way:
D-does your mouth hurt?
I want to rp, but I am too scared to ask. Reblog this if I can rp with you?
((THIS IS HOW I FEEL ALL THE GODDAMN TIME. SWEARING. I LOVE IT.))