[There’s almost no acknowledgment of that momentary discomfort of his. Doctor Mode has been activated, and she’s never been one to let something like that get in the way of taking care of someone. So as he elaborates, the severity of her mental attention does not falter and she quietly notes the dizziness and exhaustion, the dual flavors of worry.
The name draws a vague sense of recognition from her—they’d only had a brief conversation in the past, but it’d be hard to forget one with the ties he had and a name right out of her native tongue.]
I’d hardly call missing a kidney “okay.” [He can probably almost feel the chiding ‘tsk’ that goes unvocalized with it, as much as the increase in concern.] Thing must’ve got a pretty good hit in to do that kind of damage, huh?
[Because of course that had to have happened in the course of a fight, right?]
Well I know it's not ideal, [ Matt protests, a bit sheepish. It's no secret that he's not much of a healer and a baby in the world of combat, but he doesn't want people thinking he literally knows nothing about how bodies work. ] It wasn't an injury proper, though. More like ... what Tezcatlipoca had to do to work the magic he wanted.
[ A fragment of memory passes through Communion: a gleaming black sphere, violet at the edges; the scent of blood. No slashing, hacking, or visible gore. ]
So I was wondering if you could tell me what to do to take care of him. Or take a look yourself, if you have time. I closed the wound, but he's in pain. I don't know what might be going on internally.
[Being unaware of how serious something is or isn’t and trying to downplay its severity are two separate things, and it’s the latter that typically gets Gavial grumbling at people. It’s not something she really expected from Matt, but Tezcatlipoca? Maybe. Seems on point for a god to brush off mortal injuries.
The flash of memory at least clears up why they might not see it as serious as it could be; lot easier to try to downplay things when you’re not a bleeding mess, but internal damage tends to be way trickier. She pushes herself to her feet with a sigh, pinching above the bridge of her nose.]
Internal’s more what I’d be worried about in that case, yeah. Bad signs are gonna be fever, nausea, abdominal swelling, that sorta thing.
I dunno how hardy a guy [read: god] like him is supposed to be, but sitting his ass down for some rest’d be the first order of business. Pain killers too—which I got if you’re in need, plus my healing Arts. I wouldn’t exactly treat a missing organ lightly.
Fever, nausea, abdominal swelling, [ Matt repeats, with the focused intensity of someone committing words to memory--or, in his case, committing them to a mantra. ] Okay, I can keep an eye out for that.
Ass is currently sat down, I'm guilt-tripping [ slash honey-trapping ] him into staying that way.
I do have painkillers, but they're mostly herbs? So anything you can spare on that front would be very appreciated. And, uh ...
[ Sigh. ]
I'm guessing whiskey wasn't a great idea? I did also get him to drink a little water.
[All good things to hear right up until the end there. She sighs, and there’s the impression of a shake of her head.]
It works in a pinch, if you wanna look at it that way, but yeah, bad idea. Keep him hydrated, even if he complains.
[Look, she’s a combat medic and cut her teeth on those skills working with mercenary companies in an unstable region. Sometimes you gotta make do with what you got. They’re not on the field though, so they don’t need to be jumping to that right off the bat.]
Want me to check him out? And you too—don’t think I didn’t catch how exhausted you feel too, mister. You really in a position to be playing bedside nurse?
You're really good, [ he approves. ] Uh ... I think I'm okay, but I'd definitely sleep a lot better if a professional came and checked him out. Like you said, the internal stuff. It's complicated.
[ Matt's psychic presence is still weary, but he perks up undeniably at the prospect of Gavial coming over. ]
There's a spare key in the potted plant out front, [ he adds. ] I meant to give you one anyway, so you can just hang onto it.
[She in turn brightens up a bit at that—not that whether she was in possession of a key or not would possibly stop her from swinging by the place when the urge strikes regardless—and there is approval softening out some of the sternness coming from her end.]
I’ll grab some stuff and head on over there, then. Don’t go hunting anymore shadows before I get there, yeah?
[A cheeky little tease, and he can likely imagine the grin on her face as she says it.]
[ He can picture it, for sure. A wave of relief and gratitude ripples across their connection, leaving Matt perceptibly more peaceful in its wake. ]
Thank you.
[ Sleepier, too. His whole yawn doesn't pass through Communion, but the soft halt to his thoughts is palpable. With a tone that implies a little grin, he adds: ] I'll try to restrain myself.
... No promises, though. Now that I'm a grizzled combat veteran.
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The name draws a vague sense of recognition from her—they’d only had a brief conversation in the past, but it’d be hard to forget one with the ties he had and a name right out of her native tongue.]
I’d hardly call missing a kidney “okay.” [He can probably almost feel the chiding ‘tsk’ that goes unvocalized with it, as much as the increase in concern.] Thing must’ve got a pretty good hit in to do that kind of damage, huh?
[Because of course that had to have happened in the course of a fight, right?]
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[ A fragment of memory passes through Communion: a gleaming black sphere, violet at the edges; the scent of blood. No slashing, hacking, or visible gore. ]
So I was wondering if you could tell me what to do to take care of him. Or take a look yourself, if you have time. I closed the wound, but he's in pain. I don't know what might be going on internally.
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The flash of memory at least clears up why they might not see it as serious as it could be; lot easier to try to downplay things when you’re not a bleeding mess, but internal damage tends to be way trickier. She pushes herself to her feet with a sigh, pinching above the bridge of her nose.]
Internal’s more what I’d be worried about in that case, yeah. Bad signs are gonna be fever, nausea, abdominal swelling, that sorta thing.
I dunno how hardy a guy [read: god] like him is supposed to be, but sitting his ass down for some rest’d be the first order of business. Pain killers too—which I got if you’re in need, plus my healing Arts. I wouldn’t exactly treat a missing organ lightly.
[Even if it’s godly magic at the root of it.]
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Ass is currently sat down, I'm guilt-tripping [ slash honey-trapping ] him into staying that way.
I do have painkillers, but they're mostly herbs? So anything you can spare on that front would be very appreciated. And, uh ...
[ Sigh. ]
I'm guessing whiskey wasn't a great idea? I did also get him to drink a little water.
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It works in a pinch, if you wanna look at it that way, but yeah, bad idea. Keep him hydrated, even if he complains.
[Look, she’s a combat medic and cut her teeth on those skills working with mercenary companies in an unstable region. Sometimes you gotta make do with what you got. They’re not on the field though, so they don’t need to be jumping to that right off the bat.]
Want me to check him out? And you too—don’t think I didn’t catch how exhausted you feel too, mister. You really in a position to be playing bedside nurse?
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You're really good, [ he approves. ] Uh ... I think I'm okay, but I'd definitely sleep a lot better if a professional came and checked him out. Like you said, the internal stuff. It's complicated.
[ Matt's psychic presence is still weary, but he perks up undeniably at the prospect of Gavial coming over. ]
There's a spare key in the potted plant out front, [ he adds. ] I meant to give you one anyway, so you can just hang onto it.
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I’ll grab some stuff and head on over there, then. Don’t go hunting anymore shadows before I get there, yeah?
[A cheeky little tease, and he can likely imagine the grin on her face as she says it.]
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Thank you.
[ Sleepier, too. His whole yawn doesn't pass through Communion, but the soft halt to his thoughts is palpable. With a tone that implies a little grin, he adds: ] I'll try to restrain myself.
... No promises, though. Now that I'm a grizzled combat veteran.