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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 17, 2009 20:46:02 GMT -5
That was quite a gash, and the woman made a worried noise in the back of her throat as she carefully looked it over. The bird's beak had cleaved neatly through flesh, barely missing the girl's vitals. All in all, Zenon would say the young bat was extremely lucky, though she didn't believe in luck. She made another soft noise, then smiled at the little bat.
"Mirriam? What a pretty name. My name is Zenon.[/b]" she said in a gentle tone. You had to deal with children differently than adults. If Merlin had injured himself again, she would be talking his damn ear off while she patched him up about safety and Jubjubs. This was a child, however, and she was sure the pain of the experience would be more than enough to make the girl aware of the danger surrounding such creatures. The other issue with children was the problem of informed consent. How could a child fully comprehend what was going to happen to them?
Considering her options, the hybrid reached into her bag, looking through her supplies. There was the suturing kit, but... Giving the girl facial stitches without general anesthetic seemed cruel, somehow, and she wasn't willing to take that risk.
She pulled out the small bottle of alcohol. It would sting much more, but it would also do a better job of cleaning the wound. "This is gonna sting a bit, sweetie,[/b]" she said softly, pouring the liquid onto a cotton pad and then pausing. "But I need to clean your cut, okay? And then... it's gonna be scary, I know, but I need to stitch it closed so it heals right, like you might fix a shirt that's got a rip. I'll make sure it doesn't hurt, okay?[/b]"
The woman turned suddenly to look at Merlin, a thoughtful expression in her eyes. "...Bring ice.[/b]"
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Post by Nako on Sept 17, 2009 21:07:37 GMT -5
"Mirriam. Sorry we weren't properly introduced before. I'm Merlin." He cooed, feather and fur puffing a bit as he loomed over the both of them, trying to see. Now that the blood had stopped... the wound looked much worse. So horrible. He found himself... feeling a little off. A little dizzy. He swayed just a touch, wings extending a bit to keep him off balance.
Zenon's voice snapped him out of it a bit, shaking his head blearily to look at her. Ice? Oh, yeah... Pulling himself away from the sight, he skulked into the kitchen area, pulling ice from the ice box and setting it down in a clean pan before bringing it along. He set it next to the avian hybrid before heavily sitting himself down in a chair, feeling absolutely ill. "I... I'm going to sit here.. if that's quite alright." Seeing wounds on someone else was quite different from having one of his own.
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Post by Lucca on Sept 18, 2009 18:26:53 GMT -5
Mirriam looked up at Xenon, brown eyes bright with interest and trust. If one had dealt with children, it may be easy to tell that, while possibly having suffered a few traumatizing experiences like the one with the bird (or the one where her Mother seemingly abandoned her, though neither of the two adults present would really know about that) she'd never had anything bad enough happen to her to cause disillusionment, and she always trusted people until they proved themselves "mean". So far, Dr. Zenon and Mr. Merlin had both been very nice, in the child's opinion. The bird that attacked her had not, and despite her tenacity, Mirriam would surely be more wary around them, if, heaven forbid, she ever came across another.
She watched as the doctor looked through her supplies, still not talking so much for fear of aggravating the wound. Her bright smile dampened a bit as Zenon described what she was going to do to her. That didn't sound fun...but she could do it! She needed to be brave. A hero is always brave. "Okay, Miss Doctor Zenon," she responded, and then closed her eyes, trying to prepare as best as she could for what she knew, instinctively, would hurt.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 23, 2009 19:30:18 GMT -5
It was difficult to be gentle during a process that, no matter what the woman did, was going to hurt. There just was no way to keep an alcohol swab from stinging, but the doctor would do what she could to at least make sure she didn't disturb the wound itself too badly. Merlin was given a rather stern glance, and she gave him a sharp jerk of her head. "I'm not done with you yet,[/b]" she said softly, not wanting to upset the child too badly with harsh words. "I need you to hold the ice against her cheek for me, right here."
The ice would numb the bat's skin, making the area at least a little less sensitive for when she gave her the anesthetic to completely numb the area. The bird-hybrid's eyes were locked on her careful cleaning, and then she was finished with that part.
"You're a very brave girl, Mirriam," she said in a gentle tone, shifting so that the rather large needle wasn't in direct view. It was a scary thing. "Do you live in the Court? I've always wanted to go there, myself.[/b]"
Slowly, Zenon injected the numbing agent into the girl's skin, giving it a slow massage to help it flow through her tissues. "How's that? Can you feel me touching your face?[/color]"
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Post by Nako on Sept 24, 2009 18:54:43 GMT -5
Merlin gave a rather blank stare for a few moments before grasping the arms of his chair and pushing himself back up. He'd need a stiff drink after this, for sure. The canine hybrid had to prop himself against the couch with one hand and hold onto the ice with the other, casting his glance away from the bloody scene.
His hand would probably be shooed away at some point and time to give the injection, and he did so with no lack of awkwardness. My, he felt absolutely -useless- in this situation. What if he happened to spawn children one day? Would he be able to deal with such wounds? Then again.. he'd hope he'd be able to instill in the children the dangers of attempting to make friends with a jubjub.
With something akin to a pout on his face, he sat on the end of the couch. He was -sure- that if he decided to sit back down, she'd reprimand him again. What was he supposed to do? He wasn't a doctor, -she- was!
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Post by Lucca on Sept 24, 2009 20:45:53 GMT -5
To Mirriam's credit, she managed to mostly keep the pained noises down to small cries and a few tears as her wound was cleaned. She'd never really had this done to her before...her Mommy (and the tears weren't just from pain anymore) had known someone with an ability that could heal minor scrapes with just a spell. She leaned her head against Merlin's arm and closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths. Slowly, she turned to regard the Doctor as she spoke again, brown eyes bright still.
"A hero is always brave," she said, with an attempt at a smile. Luckily, her eyes had been closed, so she hadn't seen the needle at all. "Yep, I live in the biiiig palace with Mr. Bird--I mean, with His Highness Ku--uh, Kooshnada." She smiled, evidently proud of her attempt at pronouncing her caretaker's name, wings flexing absently. "Oh! You should come visit! That would be fun. Maybe they'd serve us tea in the Garden near the lake, it's really pretty and there's a tree with fuzzy fruits and--" And that was the moment when she felt something poke into her jaw, and burn a bit, and she gasped slightly, eyes closing again.
After a moment, though, there was a strange...nothing. She felt nothing, and though the pretty Doctor's claws were on the area, she couldn't even tell. She opened her mouth, but it felt funny, so she closed it and shook her head. She kept opening and closing her eyes, not sure she could really be experiencing this. It was so -weird-!
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Sept 25, 2009 21:39:19 GMT -5
Oh, children. They really were endearing, for all that they rather irritated the woman. Bedside manners just weren't her strong point, but Suits help her, she was trying! And, from the looks of it, doing remarkably well. Mirriam seemed to be feeling fairly comfortable, even through the pain and the knowledge of exactly what was going to happen to her. Any other child might have started to cry or scream or, worse of all, fight. Zenon hated that, so she quickly found herself warming up to the patient and calm little Bat. A small smile curled across her beak as the child spoke and she worked.
"Perhaps I will, hmmm?" she murmured with a thoughtful click of her beak, inclining her head to the side at the little bat. "After all, you'll need someone to come make sure you've healed up well, won't you? I'd quite like to see the place."
Ahhh, numbness. The look on the girl's face would have been enough to make the woman grin on any other day, but she managed to simply give her a small smile, her eyes bright. She glanced at Merlin. "Why don't you make yourself useful by putting tea on, hrmm?" she commented, feeling somewhat awkward with the way he was just leering over them and wanting to make him feel as if he wasn't just getting in the way. Then, her attention was fixed back on the bat. "Hold very still, Mirriam,[/b]" she instructed, and then set to work.
It would be done fairly quickly, and Zenon cut the tail end of the stitch off. "All done.[/b]"
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Post by Nako on Sept 27, 2009 13:18:13 GMT -5
Yes. Make tea.. that was something he could agree to, because it meant he didn't have to watch. Skulking off into the kitchen, he readjusted his wings idly as he looked around the kitchen for his kettle. Hm. Ah.. there it was... stacked precariously on top of a pile of dirty towels. he really needed to clean, didn't he? Merlin sniffed the pot carefully to make sure it was clean, but washed it out as a precaution. He... really needed to clean, didn't he? The Avington had found himself so deeply embedded in his paperwork that he hadn't really been taking care of the house.
Ah hell, who was he trying to fool? He wasn't taking care of the house because he hated the house; all the more reason there was a 'For Sale' sign out on the lawn. He carefully scuffled in with the tray, pushing a few books off the coffee table with his foot so he had room to put the tray of tea down.
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Post by Lucca on Sept 27, 2009 13:36:49 GMT -5
Mirriam beamed at the nice lady who was offering to come and visit. That would be great! It would be so fun and...and maybe she'd like Mr. Birdy Man. He seemed to not have many friends so maybe he could be friends with the Doctor! It made perfect sense to the seven-year-old.
She was further excited by the prospect of tea. She herself wasn't too big on the taste, though she liked Mint or Strawberry tea! But if there was tea it meant a tea party which meant they could have fruit tarts, or else cookies or those little cakes that you were only supposed to eat one or two of, which Mirriam had discovered after being reprimanded for munching down about five. They were just so small!
And then her neck was actually being -sewn- and she found it rather weird and interesting to watch, especially knowing it would probably hurt if the stuff in that needle wasn't in her. She tried to be very still, but her tail was itchy and she couldn't keep it from wiggling. Her ears also twitched, hearing noises from the kitchen where Mr. Merlin had run off to. By the time that Zenon finally told her they were done, Mirriam was feeling very restless, and she jumped up, wings fluttering, the short time seeming much longer to one so young.
"Now we just hafta wait till he gets here!" she tried to say, but it came out rather odd as most of her jaw was still numb. Talking was difficult, and she scrunched up her face, landing on the couch and wiggling her nose. "Feels funny." Her words were still garbled.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Oct 2, 2009 0:28:58 GMT -5
The constant attempts to keep herself from moving did not go unnoticed on Zenon's part. She appreciated the effort, she really did, but it honestly didn't do a lot of good. The corner of her beak would twitch any part of Mirriam moved, as if in anticipation for whatever would start moving next. As it turned out, however, by the end of the process the little bat hadn't moved her face at all, and the doctor almost felt bad for her earlier grumpiness.
Well. It was a good think she was as skilled at suturing as she was, it would seem. Based on the girl's eager jumping down, she wouldn't have been able to wait a moment longer. Zenon smiled to herself as she watched the bat shake her wings out.
"Indeed we will. Was he in the capital with you?[/color]" she asked softly, then was distracted by the sound of the older Avington's return. She turned her attention to Merlin. "Ah, lovely. Thank you, Merlin, you've been a wonderful assistant. Do you have anything we could eat along with, perhaps something sweet for brave Mirriam?"
If there wasn't, she could always go into town herself. It would give her a chance to breathe and possibly help in the search for this child's guardian.
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