[ 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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[ 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.