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Post by belle on Jul 26, 2010 12:26:03 GMT -5
"I-infected? How?!"
And there started the captain's panicking. Belle only paused when Ludwig nudged the first mate onto his back to look, and then continued again when he busied himself trying to comfort his friend. Mentally crossing her fingers and hoping that it wouldn't make him too dizzy, she shifted Feliciano onto his side again.
Finally ready and glad that someone was here to comfort the Italian if not at least distract him, Belle started with the back of his shoulder, using a tiny vacuum to drain the puss from around the false skin before she would remove it.
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Post by Feliciano on Jul 30, 2010 18:57:44 GMT -5
Feliciano rolled over with another groan, already regretting having his captain nearby. He knew how well Ludwig dealt with bacteria of any kind, and having an open, infected wound visible to him was probably giving the man nausea. Sighing breathlessly as the nurse bent over his back and started...damn it, he didn't even know what she was doing and it hurt already and his tongue was heavy and his mouth dry and he felt sluggish and cold and hot and -
"Merdo," He squeaked, clenching his hands into fists and digging the fingernails into his palms to distract himself from the pain. At this rate, Feliciano felt as though he might actually prefer being unconscious if the skin was this inflamed, if the tissue was this tender, and if the procedure itself was going to last more than a few minutes. Wasn't there something else they could do? And what the Hell was infecting him in the first place? He hadn't read nearly enough about medicine to know what was what aside from the anatomy and basic knowledge of drugs and pharmaceudicals.
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Post by Ludwig on Aug 4, 2010 14:18:00 GMT -5
Ludwig watched Belle and her work with a sort of morbid curiosity. He was sure if he'd been able to pursue a medical career further than he had, he might have known what sort of contraption the medic was using, and just how effective it was. It was... intriguing, however disgusting. The notion was shown on his face, with lofted brows, a narrowed eye, and a slight tick of his upper lip.
The captain took in a deep breath and sighed. He attempted to divert his attention away from the device draining Feli's wound, and tried to focus more than the pained Italian himself. It wasn't too difficult a feat once he felt Feliciano's grip tighten around his hand like a vice. At first, it was only the unexpected shock of the reaction that garnered his attention. But Feliciano continued to grip tighter, and ow, yes those were nails digging into the back of his hand. Short nails, but nails all the same, and it was not comfortable, at all.
It was a bit of a task trying to work his hand free from the Italian's grasp, but once it was, he placed it on Feliciano's arm instead. It was partially to help the poor man still, partially to keep his hand intact (he needed that.), and yet still be as comforting as possible. He wasn't so good at this. At all.
On the inside, Ludwig was fretting. That thing was NOT going to clean out t he wound well enough. Drain it perhaps, but it would need to be disinfected further. If it wasn't the infection could come back, and spread, and Feliciano would more than likely die. HE COULD DIE. And this was a BAD THING.
"...What do you need me to do?"
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Post by belle on Aug 5, 2010 12:32:12 GMT -5
Belle noted the captain's look of disgust from her peripheral vision. Maybe calling him in hadn't been a good idea, but he'd been the only person who had come to mind when she made the call.
"...What do you need me to do?"
"Try to keep him calm. Distract him from the pain, since we're still low on painkillers. Talk to him... do whatever you can."
Belle returned her attention to the wound, and with a gloved hand took a pair of tweezers to the dead fake skin. She tugged gently, the few connecting fibers snapping away easily. Even she couldn't help making a face. The lump of infected dead stuff, however small, was disgusting.
She dropped it into a metal try nearby and went into the tedious details of removing the natural dead skin surrounding the bullet hole.
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Post by Feliciano on Aug 15, 2010 22:49:45 GMT -5
"Ow," He mumbled quietly, through grit teeth, forcing himself to keep from rolling onto his back and insisting that they just get another goddamn gun and put him out of his misery. Drawn out of the moment of pain by a warm hand resting on his forearm, Feliciano squinted a little through the myriad of swirling colors in his vision. "You don't look so good," He remarked obtusely on the Captain's expression. "Like a kaleidoscope."
The illogical statements hardly registered in his brain before they came tumbling out. "I'm thinking...of a number between one and ten," Feliciano murmured breathlessly, furrowing his brow and shutting his eyes again. The colors persisted even behind closed lids. "S'not even...and it's not...not odd," An odd smile twitched on his lips. "It's imaginary. Can you guess?"
He felt his temperature climbing with his pulse. The room was reverberating and pounding like the inside of a drum. And his back was on fire. "Ow." Feli gave fair warning before displaying the ache again with more apt, appropriate words. "Ow. Ow ow ow ow owowowowowowouch."
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Post by belle on Sept 7, 2010 22:00:47 GMT -5
((OOC: I realized that I forgot something that Belle should have done from the beginning. OTL Fixing that now...))
Hearing the first mate's sounds of pain and realizing that things would just grow steadily more painful due to their shortage of painkillers, Belle recalled (and kicked herself for) something that she'd forgotten to do for him from the start. She'd been so panicked about his worsened state that the risk of biting his tongue or lower lip had totally evaded her mind.
Belle stopped, tore her gloves off, spritzed her hands with sanitizer, and picked up the forgotten rubber mouth piece from her equipment tray. Timidly, hoping the Captain wouldn't start his lecture now, Belle tried to squeeze in beside him.
"Open your mouth, Sir," she told the first mate. "This'll save your tongue." Belle held it at his lips, waiting for Feliciano to accept it.
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Post by Feliciano on Dec 27, 2010 17:44:10 GMT -5
Feliciano turned his head to one side, blinking blearily up at Belle. He cracked a loose smile and giggled, delirious with pain. The First Mate made a rather woozy mental note to acquire more anesthetic for the ship's medical bay in the future. If he even got through this to remember the note in the first place.
"...oh. Isss...that for me?" He managed breathlessly, hazel eyes darting down to the rubber mouth piece. It was blue. Or...or green. Things were running together. Parting his lips obediently and biting down on the thing, Feliciano wrinkled his nose and mumbled something around it that sounded like 'tastes gross'.
Highly intellectual remarks, coming from such a well-learned man.
The wound flared again. A choked whine pushing its way past the mouth piece, Feliciano gritted his teeth and hazily thanked whatever God there was that the stupid thing was there - he might have cracked his jaw already. Or, like Belle had said, bitten his tongue off. Maybe doing that would be better. Then it would stop hurting. Maybe if he was lucky, he'd pass out from the pain.
"C'mon," He urged quietly, eyelids fluttering shut. The Italian's breathing slowed as he tried to control himself through the floating room. The Captain didn't even look like the Captain. Just some blob with angry eyebrows.
Fix me.
Please.
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