[ he picks up a notice that's written by miss sara, signed on the dotted line, as he got her when she was doped up on morphine, and couldn't make a lick of sense what was going on. how else does anyone stay in the same room as midori for a whole night?
midori sets it down, because he doesn't need sara straining her eyes. ]
You suffered a closed fracture in your entire arm...! Oof. You'll need a cast or a splint. I wanted you to know about that before I worked on you.
[ he's chit-chatting away, watching as she pulls the covers up like a child. he laughs, leaning forward to pat the sheet in hopes that she'll pull it down. he does have amnesia, he is just some guy despite amami not being here. his eyes lock onto the female, a small smile offered as his hands settle down into his lap. ]
Do you have any questions before I start the procedure?
[ Oh god that is her handwriting... not her actual signature...clearly she was too out of it to remember what that was...but surely her handwriting. Did everyone just let her sign off on this and abandon her to get high around this psycho? ...Did they hate her that much???
Maybe Sou's plan about trying to tell everyone about Midori would have had some merit. She pulls the covers down slightly, but its only so she can look towards the door. ]
If the bone doesn't need to be reset, its fine right? [ She can just not move it...no need to get a doctor involved. Or get it infected, yell at Add until he amputates it, she doesn't care. She would like to leave now. ] I'll be going. I don't want you touching me.
[ She tries to swing her legs around to get out of bed and oof...ow...no...bad idea. Maybe its only her arm that got broken in the aftermath, but the rest of her body got rammed by that spell, and its telling her moving is not on the memo. Ow...owowowow...
...If she gets a painkiller! Then she can leave!! She's got one good arm let her try and push Midori's patting hand aside and reach for it. She is a good patient. Doctors love her! ]
[ he's going to push away the table with the drugs, because what in the fuck? he's a licensed medical doctor, why is she trying to take that from him. ]
Nooooope! Sheesh, kids like you really think you're invincible! Sorry, Sara, if you don't get a splint, your bones will grow improper, and you'll look disfigured...
[ they'll take her into one of those freak shows, and she can be their little spider child or something. he's really trying to save her from that fate, and besides, spider sara is not the bad bitch he wants to see! ]
Oh... I forgot to say your body experienced something so truamatic you'll just collapse to the floor, and lay there...
[ think about that sara. ] I guess... If you don't want me touching you. ✨
[ fall on the floor, i dare her right now. with a little chuckle, midori rolls in his rolling chair along with the rolling table full of drugs so that it's a good distance from sara. drug addled patients do be trying anything. ]
Splint or cast? The longer you wait, the quicker your bones are merging horribly!
[ No you don't get it this is perfectly logical to her NOT drugged NOT pain addled brain. If she gets the painkillers and injects them...somehow...she will not feel pain...and she can break that door down. It's easy.
It would be easy...! It's just Midori, that jerk, he rolled the drugs away from where she is, so she can't reach them. It's taking all her focus to keep herself from falling off the bed, but she's Sara freaking Chidouin, and she's not going to fall onto the floor pass out because everything hurts!!! ]
D-don't say it like that! [ Auugh... merging? Is that how bones work...? ] I d-don't know the difference between a splint and a cast! Give me the painkillers!
[ Claws her free hand at him. This is what she can focus on right. Give, give. ]
We should just wrap your whole body considering how you can hardly take care of yourself!
[ how does she not know the difference between a splint and a cast, but a cast would be safer, because a splint would leave exposed flesh, and if she smacks that bitch on something... john claude van DAMN SHE WON'T LIKE IT!!! ]
No. [ he's not going to let her just be drugged for the hell of it. ]
A plaster cast is a mold around your arm, and a splint is just a piece of wood wrapped to your arm to keep it straight.
[ Now she's mad. He's insulting her. Look at her...she's sitting up in bed and everything? This is the face of someone who is not going to pass out after a feeble clawing attempt. ]
Um... a cast? [ She kind of agrees it sounds safer... and people can sign it. Wait...no! But she's not letting him touch her. ] But I don't want...you! You're just going to make it worse!
[ by making it worse, oh no, everyone's doing that for him. they're own chaotic behavior is eating them up from the inside, they can no longer work as a group, there's a push and a pull. he watches them break, fleeting touches shatter, and they retreat; they're monsters among themselves. there's many definitions he could consider them, but only one term stands out: dissonant. they're are not unlike the metaphorical broken bone in sara's arm, and it's not guaranteed that time will heal those wounds whereas she has a set amount of weeks. ]
This group is quite a mess... seeing you all attempt to kill each other.
[ he picks up a bottle of ibuprofen to shake, the soft rattling of capsules heard shoeing there's just not enough to soothe her ache. morphine would do much better. ]
You should be careful when morphine won't ease the pain of a decapitated head. I'll tell you a secret, we have found it so interesting in the days of modern medicine.
[ There's only so long a pain addled teen can stay upright. Sara does not nearly fall on her face...but she she does flop back onto the bed. ]
I meant don't want you switching my toes around... [ Mumbled into the pillow...its always hard to look at Midori when he's being right. She can't summon the usual outrage. ] Or giving me a new hand... Rocket punching isn't cool, Ryoko said I have nice nails...
[ She pushes herself up one handed with a sigh, looking at the rattling pills. Glaring at the bottle might manifest it in her hands. ]
Everyone is scared... We'll get through it if we try. I know you can't beat us. Any of you.
[ it's ibuprofen, your beloved! twisting the cap, he pulls out two as he walks over to sara, staring at her lips as he waits for her to talk again. it's during the end of her little speech that he sticks both into her mouth, she can spit them if she'd like. ]
Miss Sara, I'm a doctor when I reside in this room, why would I go through so much to replace your hands...
[ though, if he could, he'd pout slightly from hearing such a cool move isn't cool at all. it is to him, and he likes it, both his hands can do it! there's a lot of cute little things about him, like how his rattail can curl into a heart, or that it wags when he's happy... she'd never understand. 100% humans stay hating on front runners. ]
If you don't mind me asking, [ he moves to the side with her damaged arm, looking at the work that's already been done. cracking her bones in place means breaking other bones. especially if they want them to heal properly. ]
"Any of you?" Please explain, or they'll become empty words.
[ When will it! Fix her!!! She see's the hand coming, but he moves to fast to stop the pills from slipping onto her mouth. It's hard to stop the raw animal panic that rumbles when she see's Midori reaching from her face. She tries to spit them, but instead in her panic she swallows by accident. Covering her mouth, Sara gives Midori a queasy glare.
He's coming around to her arm... she thinks she gets how dogs at the vet feel. This sucks. ]
Enemies of course. People who want to hurt others or separate people. You didn't do it before, and you won't do it now. [ Is she supposed to still pretend he's amnesiac...? Oh well. ] When times get tough we'll...ugh my throat...dry pills are foul!!! Didn't you have water?
That'll numb the pain for a bit from all your moving, just watching you do so hurts me.
[ midori has never liked pain really, and he doesn't like it now. there's consequences from being in this position, vulnerable, unable to move, and the uncomfortable sensation of what feels like knives digging into the body every so often. at least it's her and not him, but he wouldn't do something so reckless.
crestfallen, he speaks. ]
Who are the enemies? We are doctor and patient, at the moment, I'm your caretaker.
[ oh, yes, hurt people, separate them. that was on the asunaro ready checklist, which he didn't finish marking his finished tasks off on because of well, reasons, and things, and cheaters. it's at her request for water that he stops from checking her arm, drawing his hands back. ]
Suffering from Xerostomia as well... That's no good, here.
[ he'll walk back around her bed, grabbing a cub, and using one of the nurse's bottled waters that she has stored away in the corner because i say so. picking it up, he pours it in, making sure it's enough for a few swallows. too much and he's afraid sara will choke herself as he comes back over to hold it out.
there's no pills hidden in the water. we won't replicate amami and keigo's glory days. ]
You have morphine right over there... [ Where are the good drugs...she barely feels any different. He probably likes how light headed and stupid pain makes her. ] You're an enemy caretaker. I wanna write you up...
[ He's violating the hippocratic...something. She take the water with another grumbling sigh, moving her arm to sip at it and mumbling something about how there's "no way xerostomia is a real word" under her breath.
It's weird...watching him shuffle around out the corner of her eye. All her memories of Midori have him gleefully darting about full of murderous energy... but the way he acts when she's hurt kind of reminds Sara of her dad...
Terrible, terrible comparison! Wrong! She's never going to let him know ever ever!! ]
A-anyway! Fine! Hypothetically if you were my doctor, which you aren't, because I hate you and you won't give me morphine. ....How bad is it? Do I need surgery?
The pain you're suffering now doesn't warrant that type of prescription.
[ it's just a broken arm, which ibuprofen wouldn't be enough, but yesterday was where she swallowed pill after pill, and also how she slept so long. midori didn't allow any visitors to stir her from her rest, and so he stayed all through the night until she woke back up. he doesn't need to sleep, so it's a good thing she didn't wake up or would have had eyes just staring at her from the corner. ]
I'm Sou Hiyori, I graduated top of my class, and went into medicine.
[ the name doesn't suit him anymore, but to play the game, he has to use it along with his achievements. the younger him would say this so boldly, very proud of himself which midori is; there's no one who specializes in what midori can do. he's one of a kind. his experiences shaped his beliefs and ideals, and asunaro molded them into something specific.
one foot after the other, he comes back to the side where her wounded arm is to look it over. his fingers slowly come down, and gently he touches along the middle to find a reaction.
it'll probably hurt, he's sure. ]
By my knowledge, there can still be severe soft-tissue injury associated with some closed fractures, and so surgery would be needed to ensure that it heals properly. [ if he's being a normal person, then... ] It'd be the best outcome.
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[ he picks up a notice that's written by miss sara, signed on the dotted line, as he got her when she was doped up on morphine, and couldn't make a lick of sense what was going on. how else does anyone stay in the same room as midori for a whole night?
midori sets it down, because he doesn't need sara straining her eyes. ]
You suffered a closed fracture in your entire arm...! Oof. You'll need a cast or a splint. I wanted you to know about that before I worked on you.
[ he's chit-chatting away, watching as she pulls the covers up like a child. he laughs, leaning forward to pat the sheet in hopes that she'll pull it down. he does have amnesia, he is just some guy despite amami not being here. his eyes lock onto the female, a small smile offered as his hands settle down into his lap. ]
Do you have any questions before I start the procedure?
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Maybe Sou's plan about trying to tell everyone about Midori would have had some merit. She pulls the covers down slightly, but its only so she can look towards the door. ]
If the bone doesn't need to be reset, its fine right? [ She can just not move it...no need to get a doctor involved. Or get it infected, yell at Add until he amputates it, she doesn't care. She would like to leave now. ] I'll be going. I don't want you touching me.
[ She tries to swing her legs around to get out of bed and oof...ow...no...bad idea. Maybe its only her arm that got broken in the aftermath, but the rest of her body got rammed by that spell, and its telling her moving is not on the memo. Ow...owowowow...
...If she gets a painkiller! Then she can leave!! She's got one good arm let her try and push Midori's patting hand aside and reach for it. She is a good patient. Doctors love her! ]
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Nooooope! Sheesh, kids like you really think you're invincible! Sorry, Sara, if you don't get a splint, your bones will grow improper, and you'll look disfigured...
[ they'll take her into one of those freak shows, and she can be their little spider child or something. he's really trying to save her from that fate, and besides, spider sara is not the bad bitch he wants to see! ]
Oh... I forgot to say your body experienced something so truamatic you'll just collapse to the floor, and lay there...
[ think about that sara. ] I guess... If you don't want me touching you. ✨
[ fall on the floor, i dare her right now. with a little chuckle, midori rolls in his rolling chair along with the rolling table full of drugs so that it's a good distance from sara. drug addled patients do be trying anything. ]
Splint or cast? The longer you wait, the quicker your bones are merging horribly!
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It would be easy...! It's just Midori, that jerk, he rolled the drugs away from where she is, so she can't reach them. It's taking all her focus to keep herself from falling off the bed, but she's Sara freaking Chidouin, and she's not going to fall onto the floor pass out because everything hurts!!! ]
D-don't say it like that! [ Auugh... merging? Is that how bones work...? ] I d-don't know the difference between a splint and a cast! Give me the painkillers!
[ Claws her free hand at him. This is what she can focus on right. Give, give. ]
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[ how does she not know the difference between a splint and a cast, but a cast would be safer, because a splint would leave exposed flesh, and if she smacks that bitch on something... john claude van DAMN SHE WON'T LIKE IT!!! ]
No. [ he's not going to let her just be drugged for the hell of it. ]
A plaster cast is a mold around your arm, and a splint is just a piece of wood wrapped to your arm to keep it straight.
[ very nimbly dodged her clawing attempt... ]
Which would you like?
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[ Now she's mad. He's insulting her. Look at her...she's sitting up in bed and everything? This is the face of someone who is not going to pass out after a feeble clawing attempt. ]
Um... a cast? [ She kind of agrees it sounds safer... and people can sign it. Wait...no! But she's not letting him touch her. ] But I don't want...you! You're just going to make it worse!
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[ by making it worse, oh no, everyone's doing that for him. they're own chaotic behavior is eating them up from the inside, they can no longer work as a group, there's a push and a pull. he watches them break, fleeting touches shatter, and they retreat; they're monsters among themselves. there's many definitions he could consider them, but only one term stands out: dissonant. they're are not unlike the metaphorical broken bone in sara's arm, and it's not guaranteed that time will heal those wounds whereas she has a set amount of weeks. ]
This group is quite a mess... seeing you all attempt to kill each other.
[ he picks up a bottle of ibuprofen to shake, the soft rattling of capsules heard shoeing there's just not enough to soothe her ache. morphine would do much better. ]
You should be careful when morphine won't ease the pain of a decapitated head. I'll tell you a secret, we have found it so interesting in the days of modern medicine.
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[ There's only so long a pain addled teen can stay upright. Sara does not nearly fall on her face...but she she does flop back onto the bed. ]
I meant don't want you switching my toes around... [ Mumbled into the pillow...its always hard to look at Midori when he's being right. She can't summon the usual outrage. ] Or giving me a new hand... Rocket punching isn't cool, Ryoko said I have nice nails...
[ She pushes herself up one handed with a sigh, looking at the rattling pills. Glaring at the bottle might manifest it in her hands. ]
Everyone is scared... We'll get through it if we try. I know you can't beat us. Any of you.
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Miss Sara, I'm a doctor when I reside in this room, why would I go through so much to replace your hands...
[ though, if he could, he'd pout slightly from hearing such a cool move isn't cool at all. it is to him, and he likes it, both his hands can do it! there's a lot of cute little things about him, like how his rattail can curl into a heart, or that it wags when he's happy... she'd never understand. 100% humans stay hating on front runners. ]
If you don't mind me asking, [ he moves to the side with her damaged arm, looking at the work that's already been done. cracking her bones in place means breaking other bones. especially if they want them to heal properly. ]
"Any of you?" Please explain, or they'll become empty words.
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[ When will it! Fix her!!! She see's the hand coming, but he moves to fast to stop the pills from slipping onto her mouth. It's hard to stop the raw animal panic that rumbles when she see's Midori reaching from her face. She tries to spit them, but instead in her panic she swallows by accident. Covering her mouth, Sara gives Midori a queasy glare.
He's coming around to her arm... she thinks she gets how dogs at the vet feel. This sucks. ]
Enemies of course. People who want to hurt others or separate people. You didn't do it before, and you won't do it now. [ Is she supposed to still pretend he's amnesiac...? Oh well. ] When times get tough we'll...ugh my throat...dry pills are foul!!! Didn't you have water?
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[ midori has never liked pain really, and he doesn't like it now. there's consequences from being in this position, vulnerable, unable to move, and the uncomfortable sensation of what feels like knives digging into the body every so often. at least it's her and not him, but he wouldn't do something so reckless.
crestfallen, he speaks. ]
Who are the enemies? We are doctor and patient, at the moment, I'm your caretaker.
[ oh, yes, hurt people, separate them. that was on the asunaro ready checklist, which he didn't finish marking his finished tasks off on because of well, reasons, and things, and cheaters. it's at her request for water that he stops from checking her arm, drawing his hands back. ]
Suffering from Xerostomia as well... That's no good, here.
[ he'll walk back around her bed, grabbing a cub, and using one of the nurse's bottled waters that she has stored away in the corner because i say so. picking it up, he pours it in, making sure it's enough for a few swallows. too much and he's afraid sara will choke herself as he comes back over to hold it out.
there's no pills hidden in the water. we won't replicate amami and keigo's glory days. ]
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[ He's violating the hippocratic...something. She take the water with another grumbling sigh, moving her arm to sip at it and mumbling something about how there's "no way xerostomia is a real word" under her breath.
It's weird...watching him shuffle around out the corner of her eye. All her memories of Midori have him gleefully darting about full of murderous energy... but the way he acts when she's hurt kind of reminds Sara of her dad...
Terrible, terrible comparison! Wrong! She's never going to let him know ever ever!! ]
A-anyway! Fine! Hypothetically if you were my doctor, which you aren't, because I hate you and you won't give me morphine. ....How bad is it? Do I need surgery?
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[ it's just a broken arm, which ibuprofen wouldn't be enough, but yesterday was where she swallowed pill after pill, and also how she slept so long. midori didn't allow any visitors to stir her from her rest, and so he stayed all through the night until she woke back up. he doesn't need to sleep, so it's a good thing she didn't wake up or would have had eyes just staring at her from the corner. ]
I'm Sou Hiyori, I graduated top of my class, and went into medicine.
[ the name doesn't suit him anymore, but to play the game, he has to use it along with his achievements. the younger him would say this so boldly, very proud of himself which midori is; there's no one who specializes in what midori can do. he's one of a kind. his experiences shaped his beliefs and ideals, and asunaro molded them into something specific.
one foot after the other, he comes back to the side where her wounded arm is to look it over. his fingers slowly come down, and gently he touches along the middle to find a reaction.
it'll probably hurt, he's sure. ]
By my knowledge, there can still be severe soft-tissue injury associated with some closed fractures, and so surgery would be needed to ensure that it heals properly. [ if he's being a normal person, then... ] It'd be the best outcome.