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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2011 23:39:32 GMT -5
Spotting the doctors outside well before she lands, Hawkgirl lands neatly not too far from them. And once she's safely on the ground she eases the young man down, only to quickly support him with a hand when he sags. She'd been concerned about him, but after he'd expressed his own concern about it she'd carefully kept her worrying to herself - the last thing you do in a situation like that is let the person you're helping know that you're worried.
And she's relieved when the doctors seem to be the automatically friendly sort - or at least one of them. And she watches over their conversation for a moment, but she's quick to notice that the second doctor is the more suspicious type. She sighs inwardly, but if anything besides her normally serious expression leaks out it's probably obscured by her helmet.
She meets his eyes with that naturally intimidating look in her eyes and says, "Short story? I got him here as quick as I could. Slightly longer version? He got that cut before I got there, I had to take care of his 'friend' first, and despite the hype I'm not all-powerful." There's a slight amount of irritation in her voice as she replies at being questioned, but even more than that she lets the doctor hear the concern in her voice. Truth be told, the kid is growing on her very quickly so she's more concerned than she'd normally be.
Having given what she believes is a sufficient answer, she stretches and then folds her wings before heading toward the building herself. She hates going indoors unless it's a large space or familiar and roomy, but she's willing to brave the clinic in order to stay close. It's not like she's incapable of fitting anywhere a human can, it's just less comfortable.
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Post by castiel on Jun 3, 2011 0:08:08 GMT -5
((I might make these two recurring guys for Castiel, sorta NPC friends. x3 It's why I'm not rushing through the examination too much.))
To his credit, the gray-haired doctor didn't seem cowed by her fierce gaze, but he did soften a little at her obvious concern, following her into the clinic without another sound of reproach. By then, Carson had brought Jack to the closest examination room; the young man was seated up on the table while Carson unwrapped a roll of bandages, watching and listening with great interest while the younger doctor chattered away.
"Carson, do we still have any of those shirts from the fundraiser?" the second doctor asked, eyeing the bloodstained shirt Jack was clad in.
"Yeah, matter of fact, think we got some in the back." Patting Jack on the shoulder, Carson winked, grinning. "I'll be right back, kid, going to get you some nice Big Bird yellow threads. Chicks dig bright colors. Er." He seemed to remember the company. "Sorry, Ma'am."
For someone without a grasp of slang, that statement left Jack hopelessly lost, and he simply stared ahead as Carson vanished out the door, obviously trying in vain to decode the phrase. The second doctor took over then, approaching the young man slowly and respectfully; when he reached for the hand, however, Jack reflexively twitched away from it, eyes darting up at him.
"Son, my name is James Emerson; may I see that hand?" Jack stared at the man for a moment, then glanced at Shayera for approval before offering the inflamed limb; taking it gently, Emerson studied it for a few moments before speaking. "You've suffered a deep gouge here, but looks like you missed the tendons and ligaments, so it should heal without any loss of function... you nicked an artery, which explains the blood loss, but you're a strong lad by the looks of things, so you should recover nicely, so long as you get some hearty food into you. Narrow, so it won't need stitches... you're fortunate." Smiling, Emerson wrapped the cut tightly in a proper bandage. "So long as you promise me you won't be doing any backflips or trying to heft a forklift, I believe we can forego the interrogation, hmm?"
"Backflips..." From the look on Jack's face, it seemed he now wanted nothing more than to try one of those out. As Emerson raised a brow sternly, however, Jack cleared his throat, nodding. "Yes, I will not attempt any of those things until I have recovered."
"Good lad." Turning from Jack, who was studying the white bandages with obvious interest, Emerson moved to the other end of the examination room, pulling open a few cupboards and rooting around for supplies. A small vial of clear liquid came out of one, while a disposable hypodermic needle came from another; ripping open the packaging, he pulled the sterilized needle out and glanced towards Shayera, lifting the vial slightly so she could see the label; penicilin. He clearly hadn't missed the fact that she was slightly protective of him, and he certainly hadn't missed the fact that she carried a big mace around.
"What did he cut himself on?" Emerson added as he began to fill the needle, which Jack now watched with open curiosity. "Nothing rusted or old, I trust? If it was so much as a tin can, I would give him enough shots to render him utterly impervious to human ails, but unfortunately the clinic only has penicilin and some painkillers on hand."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2011 2:09:44 GMT -5
Telling herself that the walls are not getting any closer together, Hawkgirl keeps her feelings of claustrophobia to herself. Whenever she puts herself in a place that she could not easily fly in she feels just a little bit helpless - not a feeling any Thanagarian enjoys.
Finding a corner to stand in where she'll hopefully be out of the way. She's mostly silent as she lets the doctors work, though she narrows her eyes at Carson for his words - though mostly because it's expected. She saves the amused look for after his back is turned.
When Jack looks to her, Hawkgirl nods her approval, and passively watches, though she carefully notes all of the doctor's instructions to him and reminds herself to re-explain them to him later more precisely - it's obvious how literal-minded he is, and if there's anything it's important to understand it's a doctor's instructions.
When Emerson starts talking to her, she replies, "Glass from a windowpane. Couldn't tell you how old it was. Though if you think that he needs something better, I can take him somewhere better. Only... I prefer places like this for their lack of prejudice, not the price tag." And it should be blatantly obvious to anyone why that's the case. Then again, Hawkgirl's finances are always hit or miss. At least since the formation of the Justice League she has a few friends to see her through a tight spot, though now is not one of those times.
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