paixaorpg | Luck? Yeah right. [completed]

Entry tags:

Luck? Yeah right. [completed]

Character(s): Saitou and NPCs
Content: Saitou being rescued by NPCs and brought to Aiches to recover.
Setting: around Niflheim
Time: late evening
Warnings: none~

Some people call him lucky to be surviving so many battles and disasters, but he really would like to disagree. For one, having one's foot jammed under a million tonnes of rubble is not a nice feeling when one is still alive. And another, one needs to smoke when one is alive, and it is not a nice feeling to be running out of cigarettes either. Also, it seems that having his head bashed made him call himself 'one' like a certain red-headed battousai does. How awful.

Saitou takes another drag from his cigarette, gingerly shifting a little to give his broken left arm some space. He has been sitting here for quite some time now. While he is conveniently hidden from the strange white creatures, he is also hidden from any passerby who might help him. He can call out, sure, but he won't.

He can get out and go to a hospital himself. Saitou will do that once he finishes this one cigarette, or two. That is none of your business.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

David would rather be doing something else. He just wants to have a path to smoke in, so he's helping clean up rubble from around his apartment. He sighs, tackling another pile. The smell of cigarette smoke makes him look around the pile. The attacking monsters are gone...it doesn't stop him from being cautious though. There's a man sitting there, smoking and his foot is caught underneath the pile David has been working on. He smiles, "Ah...I should help you out of that mess." He begins removing the stones from his leg.

Yelling distance away, a doctor and a nurse are discussing the aftermath. David doesn't smile, but glances at the doctor and nurse in the distance, "Hey! You two. Someone here for you!"

The two professionals, Michael and Gayle, went over. Michael begins splinting his left arm as Gayle checks him over other ways. She puts her hands first on his chest. "Tell me if or when this hurts." She puts light pressure on the outsides of his ribs, one side at a time and one rib at a time. She's listening for the groan and grind of broken bones as well as watching for him to withdraw from the pain.

Blue eyes meet slightly unfocused yellow ones, shortly after. She frowns, putting hands on either side of his head, using her fingers to feel for bumps. She doesn't find one immediately. She glances at her hand, which has been cupping his ear and makes an odd face. There's blood on her hand, which means there's a skull fracture. She shifts, using her fingers again. She pushes some hair aside and frowns, finding a barely noticeable surface fracture sign.

The two medical professionals discuss what to do with him, since it's obvious that they can't do what Gayle wishes and send him to Paradisio. His injuries are too severe for going that far away. The choices are either Aiches or St. Destino's. Gayle gives in and allows them to take him to Aiches, as long as they get a bill of everything in his treatment plan.

Michael takes off his overcoat and together the three use it as a makeshift stretcher for the patient until they find a pair of cautious rickshaw drivers who agree to work under one pay for two groups of people.

Saitou raises one curious eyebrow when a young man spots him and proceeds to remove the stones from his leg. He did not need the help really, but it is welcomed, of course. Saying nothing, Saitou stubs his cigarette on a slab of concrete beside him which is littered with used cigarettes by now. When his leg is finally free, Saitou tries to shift his position a little. The tiny movement sends a searing pain through his body, but he doesn't even let out a tiny wince.

When the two professionals came over his way, Saitou lets them examine him however they want. He is too tired to argue. When the female doctor checks his ribs for fractures, he takes a sharp breath when her fingers reach the lower part of his chest. The woman with antennae truly made sure he is defeated. Saitou is barely alive as it is, but half is more than good enough for him. He has more than nine lives after all.

Very grateful to the three people, Saitou says nothing and lets them examine him whichever way. He stays quiet while they discuss where they should take him. He does not mind any hospital anyways. To tell the truth, Saitou never really cared much about taking proper care of his wounds. Often, he would just bind them with whatever cloth he can find. The best treatment he ever had would be from his wife.

Saitou is not exactly young anymore, and he knows that, really. Closing his eyes, he tries to ease the throbbing in his head while being carried on the stretcher. He hopes they are not having much trouble carrying him around. Upon being moved into the rickshaw, Saitou has become a little more lucid even though he is still unable to make out who the person sitting beside him is. All of them are fair-haired and blue-eyed. "Hey," he croaks to whoever is beside him. "What's your name?" A wolf of Mibu serves no one, but that doesn't mean it is forever ungrateful.

Gayle frowns when he gasps at the pressure on his lower ribs. She watches him breathe for a moment. It seems normal, which is a good thing even though broken ribs take a while to heal.

He closes his eyes while they carry him. He's a bit heavy and both Michael and Gayle are happy that David was there. An extra arm helps quite a bit.

Gayle sighed when they got to the rickshaws, getting into one. Michael climbed into the other to help David lift the man into the seat. When he's seated next to Michael, David goes to join Gayle.

He leans over to the driver, "As fast as you can to Aiches Memorial. But take the path with the least amount of rubble out of Niflheim. It will be better if we have a smooth ride."

Hey, what's your name?

Michael is a bit startled at the man's croak, since he hasn't talked the whole time previously. "Michael. What's your name?" He pauses long enough for the man to answer. "We will be at the hospital shortly. It's different from most around here. Gayle doesn't like them much. I think you'll be fine there."

"Fujita Goro," he replies. While he finds Michael to be a kind person as well as the other people who helped him, being kind and trustworthy are still two different things. They do not need to know his real name. Besides, Fujita Goro is not really that fake a name anymore. Even his own wife knows him by that name.

Saitou merely nods in reply to Michael's explanation of the hospital they are heading to. He couldn't careless about how good the hospital is, really. He is used to taking care of his wounds himself. As long as the hospital has clean bandages then Saitou will be fine. He prefers going to the nearest hospital, really, but he is not going to complain.

"Is there any other Michael around here?" Saitou cannot quite put the man's face into memory, so finding him afterwards might get hard. Michael seems to be quite a common name among foreigners like him. Saitou wants to remember him so that he can repay the man later.

"Fujita Goro." Michael repeated, stumbling over the name a little, but had it ready in his memory. "There are a few others. If I’m not mistaken, though, if you ask for Doctor Michael, you should get me sooner or later. I’m almost positive I’m the only doctor with the name Michael at this point in time. I don’t know when that will change. Things change relatively quickly here, as you’ve probably noticed."

He sighed, watching the roads, "Ah…we’re almost there.”

When they finally arrived, Michael helped 'Fujita Goro' down from the rickshaw. David stood there, taking the man into his arms and carefully lowering the patient back down on the makeshift stretcher. Together, the three once again lifted their patient up, this time to get him into the hospital. Upon entering inside, David, settled the patient in a chair, sitting on one side. He likes this place, even though he's never been there before. The place smells somewhat sweet or maybe a little spicy. The incense in the air makes him think of the smoke that comes from a scented cigarette.

Gayle sat on the opposite side, one hand, carefully flitting through his hair, checking for any other signs of a fracture besides the one she had found earlier, to hide her fidgeting from the other medical professionals in the reception area(if you could even call them professionals exactly).

Meanwhile, Michael went to the reception desk, asking to see Dr. Nick, indicating the patient seated between David and Gayle, who while now lucid, was still a concern. He doubted there would be much…agreement on Gayle’s plan, but he knew how to disguise it well enough.

Saitou nods in apprehension at Michael's explanation. Doctor Michael, noted. There doesn't seem to be that many people in the domed city, finding a person shouldn't be that hard. The people of Paixao seem to him as if they were cloned from a single being however, so if there were two doctors with the name Michael, things might get troublesome. He figures that Michael will remember him though, and that will certainly make things easier. While he normally hopes otherwise, Saitou thinks it would be good if Michael finds him to be memorable.

His headache is getting slightly worse after the bumpy ride on the rickshaw, so he closed his eyes after being moved back to the makeshift stretcher. Saitou had wished that they would put him on a bed somewhere right after that, but was rather disappointed when he had to move to a chair and wait for awhile as they get an appointment with a doctor. He finds it funny how people these days value forms over people.

Too tired to whip her hand away, Saitou lets the female doctor examine his head. He figures that she has a reason for it anyway, even though he was sure she checked his head already. Saitou wonders if his head is still shaped like a normal head. The headache certainly says otherwise. "How bad is it?" he asks her.

Despite of the attacks that occured all around Paixao recently, the hospital has been rather lacking in patients lately. Dr. Nick wonders if perhaps there are many people out there who haven't been rescud yet. It can't possibly be because the hospital has somehow earned a bad name. While they do promote the use of alternative medicine, they always made sure to use only the best materials there is. Unless there are similar and cheaper materials, of course, but still.

Spotting the injured man resting in the lobby and the man walking towards the reception, Dr. Nick is more than glad to have another patient to ~~tinker with~~ take care of. Clearing his throat and straightening his white jacket, he walks over to the man now waiting near the reception desk. Dr. Nick grins as wide as possible without appearing menacing, "Hi everybody!" Who cares that he is only addressing one person? It's not like there is any law against it. ~~And even if there is, that won't really stop him.~~

She glances at the patient when he asks how bad it is, he sounded concerned, but there’s a trace of tired irritation. “Headache?” She asks calmly, even though it’s relatively a rhetorical question. He probably wouldn’t ask if it didn’t hurt. She glances up, frowning at Michael, who is talking with Dr. Nick now.

“Hush,” she mumbles quietly, even though she knows from experience that hushing someone usually doesn’t make them stay quiet or stop moving around, regardless of how much they shouldn’t move.

“It could be worse,” she says quietly, before explaining, “You have bruises behind your ears and a little bit around your eyes. Some torn tissue, since fluid is leaking from your ears. At least the fracture seems clean. Probably somewhere around here. (She traces a line from his ear to the back of his head and then around the other side). Now stay still or you’ll make your head hurt more.” She gets up slowly, whispering to David to go see if they can get a bed for the patient, telling him to tell Michael that he has a headache and likely a high ICP.

Meanwhile, Michael glances at Nick. It amuses him, how his speech has that one idiosyncrasy of saying “everybody” when addressing one person.

“Fujita Goro(he nods at the injured man) has a basilar skull fracture, a few broken ribs, a broken arm and a bruised leg as well as a few lacerations from a knife. I’ll take the payment on myself, I would a bill for the treatments you give him. I am also a little curious as to how alternative medicine works..”

He gives a glance back at Gayle and Fujita Goro, seeing Gayle frowning at him, before talking to the patient and then sending David to him. He sighs, “What now?”

David smiles, “Gayle says we should get him to a bed. She says he’s got a headache, likely from a high ICP, whatever that is.” He glances back at the man he had helped rescue. Having now delivered the message, he nods at Dr. Nick. “It’s nice here.”

Michael frowns, “That’s not good. A gurney for the patient?” he asks Dr. Nick, while also glancing at the nurse who’s standing nearby.

"Yeah," he mutters, shifting in his seat a little to make himself more comfortable. He figures that the cold weather had him feeling numb, but now he is starting to feel the pain and it feels terrible. Saitou is glad that the doctor is speaking softly though, as even the quiet murmurrings of the people around him makes his head pound. The doctor's explanation is rather hard to concentrate to, but Saitou did catch several bits about bruises and a fracture. Great.

Saitou grunts in reply to the doctor's explanation, turning his attention to his arm that lies limp on his lap. Focusing his concentration, he tries to move his fingers. Three of his fingers obeyed and twitched to life, curling inwards and uncurling. Saitou smirks to himself, how funny that he is satisfied with simply twitching his fingers when he would normally ask much more from himself.

The word 'basilar' rings a bell in his head but Dr. Nick can't quite figure out which bell is ringing. Oh well. Clearing his throat and putting on a serious face, Dr. Nick crosses his arms in front of him and looks over to where the injured man is sitting. "Hmm... basilar? Very bad indeed!" At the word payment however, Dr. Nick tries his best not to smile. It wouldn't do to give too much away. "Well, the payment can be arranged later! For now, we must work hard to get this man back on his feet, eh?"

Dr. Nick was just about to walk over to a nurse to prepare a bed for the man when another person approched the two of them. The man is smiling, so perhaps the injured man is not very badly off. The frown on the other person's face indicates otherwise though. "High ICP! Well, we must rush him off to examination right now!" As if he knows what ICP is, really.

Scuttling over to the nurse standing nearby, he speaks in a low voice to her so that the other two people would not hear him. "Uhh... tell someone to prepare a room and get a gurney quick! The man got ICP and basilar-something, take care of him, I gotta get some medicine."

Walking back to the two men, he flashes them a wide grin. "The gurney's taken care of! Now we just need to wait for it to come!"

He shifts mumbling yes to her. And then grunting when she finished talking. Gayle knows that reaction from a few other patients at Paradisio. She figures that he is unhappy and hurts more, so she just says, “Let me know if you start to feel worse.” After all, the last thing she wants is him getting sick. A high ICP is critical, sometimes fatal. While he probably won’t say anything, she knows there has to be someone that would care. She glances down at him from her thoughts and manages a half-smile at him. He’s not-quite-smiling over the few fingers he can move on his left hand. . It’s also funny how patients can get amused by the littlest things, like children. She glances up, watching Michael’s expression change and then seem to rush into a dialogue with himself. It makes her uneasy.

Michael’s frown changes to something remarkably concerned—almost confused—realization kind of dawning on him, the doctor just seems to be repeating what he says. Could that be why Gayle doesn’t like this place very much? Or is there something else. Michael mumbles loud enough for the people near him to hear, “Basilar skull fracture….fracture at the base of the skull. ICP, intracranial pressure. Need to give him something to ease the swelling and drain some of the cerebrospinal fluid.” It’s a hint and that’s all he’s offering. After all, this isn’t his hospital. He nods stiffly when Doctor Nick(in an unnervingly cheerful voice) says they have to wait for the gurney.

David returns to the other two. “Nurse’ll be back soon with a gurney,” he mutters to Gayle.

Gayle nods, “Sounds good.”

Saitou was just going to nod in reply to her when even the attempt sent a searing pain through the back of his head and down his spine. Damn. "Sure," he replies instead. Saitou Hajime can't even nod his head, how pathetic. Saitou follows her gaze when she turns to Michael and two men. They don't seem to look too happy about something, except for the strangely grinning doctor that is.

The doctor sitting beside him seems to be uneasy about something and it is almost enough to get him a little worried. Saitou knows that he is going to live through this. He has been through much more and he definitely won't be dying here. He is worried that he might end up losing the use of his limbs. He would rather die during battle than be forced to retire. "Will I come out in one piece?" He smirks as if he doesn't really care.

"Right!" He simply agrees with Michael. "You certainly got your facts straight," compliments can go a long way most of the time. Dr. Nick would shower him with more compliments but he must be off to see what herbs he can use to treat this patient with.

"Well, the intelligent conversation was enjoyable but I need to prepare medication for the injured patient now," he grins. "I'll meet you and the patient again in the hospital room then."

Flashing a final grin, Dr. Nick excuses himself from Michael and goes away. Perhaps making the medication using herbs that spell b-a-s-i-l-a-r would be good for now.

“That’s why you’re not supposed to move your head.” Gayle grumbles in a voice with a trace of irritation, as she reaches to brace his head again. She looks up at Michael, while listening to the patient ask her a question. At the moment, her patience is wearing thin as she tries to focus on everything except the fact that this is her least favorite clinic in the city. “Yes, you’ll be in one piece.” (Mentally she tacks on as long as Michael and I play damage control) She pauses, feeling the need to elaborate slowly, “You’ll need to rest for a nice while. A lot of bones need to heal.”

Michael nods as David leaves to go tell Gayle the gurney’s coming. He also nods as the doctor compliments to him and bows out to get medicine. The doctor’s slowness keeps him aware and on guard. Maybe Gayle’s dislike of the hospital isn’t so unfounded. However, he does know that his own worries could be rooted in the fact that he isn’t used to the methods of this hospital and the doctor is explaining nothing. He puts his hand in a pocket and flips out a few coins, flipping one impatiently as he waits for the gurney to show up.

When a pair of nurses finally arrive with the gurney, Michael smiles returning to Fujita Goro’s side, standing by Gayle. He notes Gayle’s hand holding the patient’s head still. He shakes his head, frowning at the patient as he helps lift him onto the gurney. As he gently places his head onto the firm pillow, he murmurs slowly in a low voice, so that only the patient and Gayle can hear, “Fujita Goro, you’re alive. But, to push your luck in your condition now can be a serious death wish.”

He turns to Gayle, “Am I staying or are you?”

Gayle pauses, “You stay. I need a walk and I have errands to run.”

Michael nods at David, “Escort Gayle on her errands. I’ll stay here. Then you can go home.”

David smiles, “Thank you for dismissing me.”

Gayle smiles at Fujita Goro, “I’ll visit you. Get well soon.”

Michael moves with them to bring him to a room. He slips a shiny gold coin each to the nurses when they arrive with the instruction, “Take care of him as well as you can after I leave.”

Gayle's grumbling causes Saitou to raise one eyebrow at her. She really does not have to fuss over him so much, Saitou will not die from nodding his head. Saitou finds it rather irritating to have her bracing his head again. It makes him feel weak, dependent. "That's good to hear," he smirks in reply to her answer. His definition of a nice while will definitely differ from hers.

Only hardly able to move his fingers at the moment, Saitou lets them lift him from the chair and onto the gurney. The pressure on the back of his head feels rather unwelcome but he is sure he will get used to the feeling soon enough.

Saitou knows that Michael's whisper translates to something along the line of, 'don't try to get out of the hospital before the doctors let you or you'll die either from your injuries or from me,' but Saitou could care less. Of course, he is grateful to Michael, but he needs to find a way home soon or his wife will kill him.

Saitou keeps silent, giving Michael a smirk before closing his eyes and letting himself rest. He trusts the nurses enough. He wonders a little about whether he will open his eyes again but laughs mentally at how retarded he is to be thinking that way. He is Hajime Saitou. He doesn't die.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Luck? Yeah right. [completed]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

DR. NICK!

Michael & Co.

no subject

DR. NICK~

Michael & Co.

no subject

Dr. Nick

Michael, David, Gayle, Nurses

no subject