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Post by Ami on Jan 28, 2014 14:02:53 GMT -5
"Mmmph..."
Again, Abby had a small filter to begin with: unless the doctor told him otherwise, especially under the magic of morphine, Abby's mouth was going to continually run non-stop about whatever she asked. Feeling his teeth clack, the Absol looked up towards the medic, and nodded, laying down complacently on the hospital bed. As Joan went to check the wound, the only noise that came forth was a slight, pained moan, a slight hiss escaping his teeth as the doctor set out to work on the wound.
-Oh, my...-
"Told you." Rolling his own eyes, the cat shut up again, forcing himself to focus on anything other than what the doctor was doing with the cut. He didn't want to think about it: the look, the pain, or anything that was going on down there. The sooner this would be over with, the better. He awaited the prick of the needle-
Wait. What was this; a choice?
"Hnng?" It took him a moment to register what Joan said, the cat mulling the idea over for a moment in his head. "Wider stitches would hurt less, smaller ones would be cleaner, is that it?" He blinked, gave a thought, and then a sigh. "Let's go with the larger stitches. My legs are already scarred from older wounds anyway. And heck..."
Abby chuckled:
"I fought, and survived against, Kyurem. I think that might be worth a little memento." Thinking over what he just said, Abby blinked.
"Sorry, you probably don't like your patients saying stuff like that. I know Ami wouldn't either, but, I earned this wound protecting her. She's worth it, all of this and more." His voice was sincere, thoughtful, and a bit distance. But, with that, and a glance towards the doctor a small, silly grin appeared on the cat's face, turning his head away from Joan in embarrassment:
"Sorry, I'm babbling again. Do what you have to."
However, he wasn't quite done babbling: "... So, Joan... why did you become a doctor?"
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Post by Joan on Jan 28, 2014 14:38:53 GMT -5
- Boys...
Joan smiled lightly, hearing his answer. It was just like she predicted - the big cat was a typical boy right there, deciding to keep the scar as a proof of his battle. No doubt, he would be boasting about it as soon as he's out of that bed of his... Or maybe it was just the morphine. Probably both. It made her job easier, however - fewer stitches meant less work for her too. So, the morph decided to give him just the bare minimum of necessary stitches for the wound to close. Let him have his fancy scar...
- Very well. Try not to move right now, it will hurt less then. - she said, and pricked the skin with the sharp medical needle, and pulling it through with forceps. It was going to take some time, now. Because the wound was quite large, and even with lesser stitches, there would still gonna be plenty.
So, Joan focused on her work. Poking through the skin, pulling, poking again. It was monotonous. Her mind was clear, empty even. Still, a few thoughts kept passing trough, from time to time. The Absol sounded like a loyal creature. He jumped to protect his master not because he was ordered to, but for sake of her safety. Maybe the human did something to deserve such kind of loyalty, she didn't know. But perhaps it was the good kind of human. Such were rare, these days...
- I became a doctor during the war. There were plenty of people requiring medical attention, at the time. - the morph breathed out, continuing her stitching. Her 'internship' went during the war, so to speak, and it was a part of her life which gave her tons of experience in the field, but also something she wished strongly to forget. She frowned, for a second, at the memory, and continued her stitching. Nearly half of it was done, already.
- The human female... Ami. She is good to you, is she not?
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Post by Ami on Jan 28, 2014 15:06:48 GMT -5
"Call it what you like."
With that settled, a grin on his own face, Abby laid back and let the doctor operate on the wound. Even with the leisure of having to use fewer stitches, this wasn't a sensation Abby was overly comfortable with. Sure, he's had smaller cuts sewn up before, but nothing this extreme: he could actually feel the stitches actually sew his leg back together. Even not considering the pain, it was definitely a weird, unfamiliar 'pulling' sensation right against his leg.
Talking, at least, was enough to keep his mind off it. "During the war, huh? I guess Ami and I were lucky, didn't hear too much about that. Ah, careful there, a little tight..." With a small wince, he thought it over. "Though I guess that wasn't that long ago. You still hear about a few clones out in the news sometimes as well."
Feeling that Joan wasn't actually into that part of the conversation, Abby remained silent, perfectly willing to just let Joan finish the procedure. Thus, when he heard the question, the Absol's ear twitched somewhat under his fur. A smile appeared on his lips, a small chuckle coming forth.
"Ami? Yeah, she's good to me. Known her for eighteen years, in fact, ever since she was eleven. We were pretty much kids growing up together, then she was my trainer for a bit before we joined Pravus. Confident, spry, intelligent, kind..."
Abby paused, and, closing his eyes, went on. "And completely selfless." He glanced down, looking towards Joan: "Surely you noticed that my trainer had a metal arm? Well, Ami was treating a Pokemon, who turned violent and escaped containment. Since she had its ball, she went to try and calm it down, and return it, and..."
Abby turned silent, looking away. "... She's a good person."
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Post by Joan on Jan 28, 2014 15:33:34 GMT -5
- Yes, you are lucky.
And that would probably be the last of what Joan were to say about the war of the past. It was a dark page in the history of the land, and, hopefully, it would take more than a lifetime until the region would have to reread it again. She did not know much about the clones, and cared not - those, probably, would be pockets of resistance, remnants of a once mighty army. And the morph wished the military sincere luck in dealing with them. Joan did not take too kindly to clones. They took her town away from her.
Her thoughts shifted back to the human that just left this room, as the Absol began describing her. So, he had been the female's pokemon for a long, long while. Like a faithful companion and a friend. His opinion of his master was rather generic - she heard it a dozen times from all kinds of pokemon, even if the human in question turned out to be a glory hunter who had seen no crime in sending his pokemon to battle for the money the 'Bounty system' allowed. But the words about the metal arm ... surprised her.
- ... Really? - Joan was surprised, honestly, and didn't even try hiding it - she stopped sewing for a bit of time, too. Granted, the morph never paid much attention to the Absol's master. The deed was ... impressive, to say the least. And although she was unable to read the Dark type's mind, she could guess he was saying the truth. The morph looked at the door, for a few moments, before returning back to stitching. To risk herself to treat a pokemon like that... And suffer such grievous injuries in the process...
- I will have to apologize to her, next time she comes over. For the rude welcome I had given her. - Joan stated solemnly, but calmly, upon finishing the stitches, and putting a protective bandage over them. - It is a shame not all humans are like her. - she added, with much less benevolence in her voice. And, busy with the bandages, she never noticed that the backdoor to the chamber opened, without letting out a sound...
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Post by Ami on Jan 28, 2014 15:57:01 GMT -5
"Tch. You don't need to apologize."
Joan's understanding, honestly, was enough to the Absol. Heck, Abby wasn't even sure if it was him, or the morphine, that was making him talk so much about his trainer: the experience wasn't something that he liked to talk about, even amongst those involved. He briefly wondered how many personal stories rattled around in that head of her's, but that thought was quickly cut off as a medicine-soaked bandage was pressed on top of the new stitches:
"Ah, cold, cold!" His body remembering Kyurem's wounds, he gave a wince, forcing himself to stay still as he shot a glance downwards. This glance, however, only hit Joan for a second, before staring at the door at the far end of the room. Huh, did Ami leave it open this whole time? He thought he remembered the sound of her shutting it.
Well, it probably really didn't matter, but the draft really wasn't doing him any favors. "Doc, I think the door swung open, when you weren't looking. Is there a draft in here?" Abby had slight concern, considering his wounds were a bit sensitive at this point, but it was as easy as closing the door.
Although...
"No, I don't think I feel a draft. Huh. Odd."
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Post by Joan on Jan 30, 2014 14:18:06 GMT -5
- Hush now...
The gardevoir morph had about enough of the Absol's rattlings. And she felt she was guilty of continuing this conversation as well. The pokemon was injured, and had to conserve strength. Nor did she pay much attention to him complaining about a draft - for all she knew, the doors and windows were closed, so it had to be the aftermath of being touched with soaked bandages... What little did she know...
A figure had appeared in the doorway... A rather odd-looking one. It was a bisharp, but it was not an ordinary one, oh no. It was a bisharp dressed in greenish hospital uniform, with a cap awkwardly covering the blade at the top of his helmet. He was rolling a table on wheels in front of himself. Silently. Literally no sound escaping neither him nor the construct, somehow. Joan did not notice him enter, and kept working, finishing the bandages, at least, until the table accidentally bumped against her rear.
- ... EEEEEK!
And that's when they would learn not to bother a gardevoir morph so deeply into her work, at that very moment. Because Joan jumped almost to the ceiling, turning over the medical bag and flinging at least a dozen syringes at the 'assailant'. The bisharp blinked, looking somewhat confused, as the syringes yanked away from his armor. Joan herself was found standing on top of a small nightstand, at the left of the Absol's bedside.
- James! You ... insolent... sneaky... son of a ... Stunfisk! - she breathed out, still very shocked from the metal man's unexpected appearance, before all that confusion changed into what looked like anger, as she got down from the nightstand.
- Eh-heh... sorry. I just brought this table so you could...
- And what's with this ridiculous clothes again? You're not part of this hospital's personnel! - Joan kept huffing, grabbing and pulling the cap off of James' head and throwing it into his face.
- But I thought it would be better if I blend in and look like a doctor, I could...
- You don't blend in! You don't look like a doctor! You look like a bisharp in a medical suit! Don't you ever sneak up like this on me! Out! Get out! - she snapped, and batted against his face with the cloth cap a few more times.
Which was rather amusing to see...
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Post by Ami on Jan 30, 2014 14:44:32 GMT -5
"Fine, fine..."
Well, if silent was what the Gardevoir wanted, silent was what she was going to get. It wasn't as if he had much left to prattle on about, having moved onto the temperature of the room rather than anything that made social sense. Feeling the bandage tighten around his leg as Joan went on, the Absol's eye glanced towards the door-
Eh? Well, this was odd: what was a Bisharp doing as a medical doctor? The medical garb looked like it had been thrown right over his steel body with little thought, and the cloth hat was barely on his head. He pushed a small medical cart forward, earning a small confused tilt of the head from the cat. However, Abby promised that he wouldn't say a peep, so...
Let's just see where this goes.
Oh, and the Absol wouldn't be disappointed. On merely brushing against the doctor, the high-strung Gardevoir immediately leaped up into the air, almost flying over the bed! The Absol hunkered down as medical equipment went flying, tinkling off against the armored Pokemon, the cat stifling a harsh chuckle in his lungs. Oh, this was priceless!
He bit his lip; he held it the best he could, but that silly flinging and that flush look on Joan's face as he berated the Bisharp made it extremely hard! "Snnnk.... hehe..."
He clutched at his chest with his paws, holding it so hard he had his own flush look! "Oh, I'm gonna bust a stitch... s-sorry, doc, its just so random!" With a small, hearty laugh, he laid back and tried to relax himself, shaking his head. "Oh, that hat, hanging on the tip of that helmet blade... and the doctor jumping on a table like he was some phantom... are we filming a slash movie in here, or somethin?"
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Post by Joan on Jan 31, 2014 13:26:55 GMT -5
This was becoming a farce at an alarming rate.
And, at a particular moment, Joan just ... stopped. Her slapping barrage ceased, and she silenced, leaving a confused and surprised Bisharp and a laughing Absol. The panic streak from the former having appeared so out of the blue was gone, and she was slowly returning to her usual demeanor. Though, suffice to say, the morph was pissed.
- If you feel the need to stalk my every move in the name of Pravus, James, be my guest - I have nothing to hide from them. But don't you ever do what you did, especially if I am in the middle of performing a medical operation. Am I clear? - she looked sternly at the steel type, and he only nodded feverishly in acknowledgement. Joan rubbed her sinuses, regaining her composure, and passed her hand over the laughing Absol's maw, closing it again to make him silent.
- It's not nice to make fun of your doctor. Anyway... why did you bring this here again? - she asked James, regarding the rolling table.
- I ... uh, I overheard you would need to bring the patient for an X-ray, so I brought this so you can bring him there... - the metal pokemon smiled sheepishly, scratching behind his helmet.
- ... Of course. Help me out, will you?
With that, the incident over with, the two would pick the heavy cat from both sides, and carefully place him upon the rolling table. Then, they would leave the chamber, and move towards the X-ray. It was necessary, before placing a cast. And if Joan's guesses were right ... he would need a lot more than that...
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Post by Ami on Feb 3, 2014 12:19:30 GMT -5
Oooh boy. That... that was a good one.
Tact be damned, seeing Joan freak out like that was just hilarious to the cat! As Joan calmed down, Abby was still stifling a chuckle or two, forcing himself to look away as the Gardevoir and her little stalker had a personal appointment. And yes, the hand over his mouth was once more called for, absolutely out of line with his laughter.
"Yessh, yesshh, shorry." Muffling through the hand, he bit his lip and forced away the laughter, burying his head into his pillow. Finally, the reason for the Bisharp's appearance came to light... ah, an X-Ray. "Ugh..."
Welp, at least James didn't actually have scissors for hands: hoised onto the cart, the Absol gave a nod, carted out of the room, his broken foot elevated slightly on a white pillow.
"Thanks, doc."
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