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extinctive) wrote2020-01-15 09:09 pm
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"I think I am a pretty good person, you know? I’m kind, I’m good at caring for others, and I have a broad mind. But if you’re asking that kind of question, I guess it means I’m missing something."
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so he huffs a sigh a relief when lumine takes up his offer, and with a nod of his head they nyoom off into the wilderness. some of the undead animals perk up in attention and start following them in hot pursuit, curious about this oddity zooming past.
how annoying. looks like it's time to bring out his omen, a hawk, to distract the beasts coming after them. when figaro speaks once more it's in a loud voice, the wind whipping at their ears. ]
You okay back there?
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she looks up at the back of his head when she finally hears his question, carried over to her by the rushing wind. ]
Yes, don't worry about me. [ she's fine, even if she's gripping the handle of the broom, her knuckles white, while cradling her injured arm. ] But you should probably look in front of you.
[ sugar doctor, that's a huge tree they're running up to in a bit. they should probably do something, right? right? ]
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but saying that he shouldn't worry about her is going to make him more concerned, you know? but a huge tree in the middle of their path should be a matter of concern too, huh. not to fret, though -- figaro turns his attention in front of him just in time and he steers the broomstick upwards along the treetrunk, expertly dodging branches along the way before zooming back to their original path.
a sigh of relief. hopefully that should be enough to shake them off. with that out of the way, he presses on until they reach crenshaw's residential area, finally landing in front of a townhouse with a tiny yard in front of it, sticking out of a row of houses that don't usually have them.
home sweet home, the doctor is in. just going to lead lumine to his clinic, still sparsely decorated, but he has the essentials all set up such as an operating table and a medicine cabinet full of blood vials and medicinal herbs. ]
All right, sit here. [ pats said table. ] I'm just going to treat your shoulder the old-fashioned way, so I apologize if you're expecting something more... colorful.
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but the clearing of the woods and the fading of the growling behind them send a shot of much-needed relief through her system, even more so the familiar sight of one of the districts. for a moment, there's a temptation to ask him to simply drop her off at her home (also in crenshaw, will you look at that) but she doesn't know if he'll accept that as a doctor, especially with her shoulder still a mess.
in any case, she lets out a sigh of relief she didn't think she was holding when she finally lands back on her feet, ambling after him inside his clinic. ]
No, it's fine ...
[ while magic is certainly more efficient when it comes to healing, there's nothing wrong with fixing injuries with medical techniques the way normal doctors do. it's a little more agonising, but what's another dose of pain?
she climbs onto the table, her arm still cradled against her. ]
The Ministers didn't exactly use colourful spells, either, when they treated my injuries in the past couple of weeks.
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Ah, I figured. Most of the Ministers I've seen so far don't use magic outside of their blood abilities. But I can at least assure you that this time won't be too painful.
[ it's only the matter of carefully rolling up lumine's affected sleeve and giving the hurt shoulder a couple of firm, tentative touches. luckily it doesn't seem to need surgery and all that, so all he needs to do is pop the shoulder back into place.
the catalyst-like magical artifact of his manifests in his free hand once more. ]
Possideo.
[ the throbbing ache in lumine's shoulder seems to subside significantly -- as if local anesthesia has been applied -- as he magically forces the arm bone back into the socket. there we go! didn't take too long, did it? he really could've healed her back there if it weren't for the cat-and-mouse atmosphere. ]
There. You're going to need a sling for a few days though, but I figure that our blood will speed up the healing process anyway. [ just going to fashion one out of sturdy fabric and bandages with magic in the meantime -- there's only so much he can use while his business has barely started, after all. ] Just take a good night's sleep and you'll be as good as new, albeit with a sore shoulder. Apply ice if it's getting uncomfortable anyway, and continue consuming the sugar I gave you.
[ he then steps back to offer her a relieved smile. ]
Got all that?
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lumine winces, biting her lower lip to keep herself from crying out, when she feels the press of his fingers against her shoulder, pain radiating from pretty much every inch of that side of her body. the adrenaline earlier had momentarily numbed the pain, kept her from thinking on it too much while they're busy trying to escape their pursuers.
but the pain slowly dissipates when he summons his magic again, her shoulder only feeling sore when he finally puts it back into place. aah, but a sling for a few days ... it seems she'll have to cancel her sparring match, then. ]
Sleep, ice, and sugar. Easy enough to remember.
[ it's putting it in practice that will make it just a bit challenging for her, but she doesn't say that out loud in front of the doctor. just in case he fusses, you know. ]
What about you? [ she winces again when she reflexively tries to roll her shoulder. she'll have to stop doing that for a while. ] Are you okay? No injuries, I hope?
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and yes, he would absolutely fuss. that's his job! but he's glad that lumine's doing okay after all they'd just been through. ]
Don't worry about me! I am the pinnacle of health.
[ says the drunkard ]
One last thing: would you like me to fly you home? [ let him be your uber driver as well! ]
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... even if he can probably hide it from her because (1)he's a magical doctor and (2)they're not the closest of friends. barely acquaintances, even. ]
Oh? [ she looks surprised at his offer as she hops off the table, wincing again when she unconsciously moved her arm to balance herself. ] Well ... Wouldn't it be a waste of magic if I live just nearby?
[ like around crenshaw too, doctor. is he worried that she'll get attacked again? ]
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he blinks. ]
Eh? You're from around here? Well, in that case, please take care on your way home.
[ although... he is kind of tired too, from their little adventure. gonna have to take a bit of rest after she's gone. ]
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I actually wanted you to drop me off earlier at my home rather than here, but ...
[ he'd fuss. that's the biggest issue that she had wanted to avoid as someone who would only seek medical attention when her injuries are pretty bad. in any case, she gives him another smile as she walks towards the door of his clinic. ]
Thank you for helping me out. I really appreciate it. [ she pauses for a bit just before she steps out, her brows furrowing. she's forgetting something ... oh. ] ... I'll send the payment over for the treatment. Thanks again!