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Post by Yuna on Dec 13, 2009 15:36:46 GMT -5
She quickly shook her head.
"Oh, no. I'm sure you only had that with you for protection. We had to walk through a shady area once, and we got harassed by a rather loud and drunk person..."
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Post by Yann-Lucien on Dec 13, 2009 15:40:01 GMT -5
"Did he hurt you? Or me...?" This whole amnesia thing was getting rather annoying and he really hoped he could trust this girl - what was her name again? - but she looked nice enough. Honestly, right about now he wanted to sit down and cry but he kept strong. Crying wouldn't help anyone right now, later there would be plenty of time. Or so he assumed.
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Post by Simon Tam on Dec 13, 2009 15:42:24 GMT -5
*Simon hurried across the infirmary, pulling on a fresh apron as he went. It had been a busy day. Night. He wasn't sure. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten. Or sat down.*
"What seems to be the trouble?" *He asked as genially as possible. He looked from the patient to the girl and back.*
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Post by Yann-Lucien on Dec 13, 2009 15:45:54 GMT -5
As a reply, he just showed the doctor the back of his head. A sudden relief washed over him, this man was going to help him and then everything would be all right. Then he would go to... wherever he lived and sleep and ... He drew a blank and decided to leave it alone. Concentrate on the now first. I know what is going on now, no worries about the past or the future.
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Post by Yuna on Dec 13, 2009 15:46:07 GMT -5
"Oh, no, we drove him off..."
She turned to the doctor who had just arrived.
"He's got a horrible gash on his head, I tried to help it but I don't think I was able to do much."
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Post by Simon Tam on Dec 13, 2009 15:55:27 GMT -5
"Hmm..." *Simon's eyes narrowed on the wound, gloved hands touching the surrounding tissue carefully as he examined it.*
"How did this happen?" *He queried as he pulled a trolley of supplies closer and set to cleaning it so he could get a better understanding of what was going on. But no brain yet was normally a good sign.*
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Post by Yann-Lucien on Dec 13, 2009 15:55:52 GMT -5
"You tried to help? That is so nice of you," he said warmly. "But what exactly happened?" His poor concussed head hadn't only lost his memories, the ability to form solid new ones wasn't really up and running either. "I have no idea, I'm so sorry." He tried not to wince as the doctor touched his scalp but did so anyway. ((I'm not really used to more than two people in a thread, I'm afraid ))
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Post by Yuna on Dec 13, 2009 16:03:17 GMT -5
"I help whenever I can."
To Simon, she said:
"A carriage almost ran him over, and when I pulled him out of the way I pulled to hard and he fell and hit his head on the road."
She looked away then, feeling rather guilty and that it was entirely her fault.
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Post by Yann-Lucien on Dec 13, 2009 16:08:11 GMT -5
Even in his distressed and distracted state of mind, he heard the girl's tone of voice and he gently put a -rather filthy- hand on hers to comfort her. "If not for you..." he started until he got caught up in confusion at the sight of his own hand. Long slender fingers, no hair and soft manicured nails. Huh?
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Post by Simon Tam on Dec 13, 2009 16:09:07 GMT -5
((It's fine. I'm replying as quickly as possible. Normally it's a post a person, unless it seems obvious that two should maintain most of the conversation. But really, it's whatever works.))
"All right." *He worked quickly, obviously fluent in his work. He cleaned the wound with a clear liquid, soaking up the thinned blood with gauze.*
"We'll get you stitched up and over better observation. This might hurt a little."
*He prepared the local anesthetic and injected it near the wound.*
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Post by Yann-Lucien on Dec 13, 2009 16:10:45 GMT -5
Yann hardly noticed what was going on at the back of his head and looked at his saviour rather lost. ((obviously i have the luxury of only having to focus on this thread an having no life whatsoever Don't feel bad or rushed or anything!))
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Post by Yuna on Dec 13, 2009 16:27:13 GMT -5
She patted his hand, hopefully in a friendly manner as the doctor worked.
"You helped me, too, you know. It was mutual."
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Post by Yann-Lucien on Dec 13, 2009 16:32:40 GMT -5
"I did?" He liked that, but it didn't prevent him from noticing the similarities between their hands. Suddenly he feared what his face looked like. "Is there a mirror here?"
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Post by Simon Tam on Dec 13, 2009 16:53:37 GMT -5
*Simon worked quietly as the two spoke. Giving the medication a short while to kick in, he set to arranging the supplies he would need to close the wound. Once the area was numb, he set to work.*
((Ya'll can go back and forth for a while he closes Yann-Lucien up. And you won't have to wait for me.))
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Post by Yuna on Dec 13, 2009 17:29:14 GMT -5
"Yes..."
She furrowed her brow at his question, but still looked about at ll the same.
"I see one here...the injury's on the back of your head, though." She said as she walked over to the mirror in question.
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