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⑤ - Action/Voice

[ When Mikado finally comes to, he realizes that he's no longer in that uncomfortable Malnosso cell, but rather sprawled out even more uncomfortably in the snow. It takes a few moments for it to register that he's finally out and in the familiar scenery of the town square.

Well, he's not sure how long he's been in the snow; his pajamas are soaked and he is freezing. He would have just shot up and quickly made his way home as fast as he could (oh god, how much have Masaomi and Frey and Celty worried?!), taken a warm bath then wrapped himself in blankets and gotten a proper sleep. Would have is the key word here.

He manages to get his upper body out of the snow but for some reason, his legs won't move. Oh no, was he out so long that he got frostbite?! What would happen if they had to amputate his legs? Would he be able to get prosthetic ones?! Did Luceti even have that technology? He tries to pull up his pant legs to see the extent of the damage, but his fingers are so numb he just fumbles.

Thank god there's a conveniently placed journal nearby, right? ]

[ voice ]
M...

M-Masa...omi? Are you there? ...Frey-s-san, and Celt-t-ty-san, anyone?

...

I'm, I'm by the f-fountain. I... can't move.

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[Celty meanwhile is galloping ahead (after giving Mikado a shadow-helmet. Can't be too safety conscious.) When the other boys arrive they'll find Shooter just chilling outside the building.]

[ Wow, that was fast. First time in contact with a horse and buggy and it did not disappoint. Seems that they beat them though by a good bit, though so all there is left is to wait...

Sitting in awkward silence isn't his idea of a wait though. He pulls up the blankets tighter around him. At least he's warmed up quite a bit now. ]

Um, Celty-san...?

[Celty, who is sitting beside his bed now while they wait for a doctor, and is missing Shinra more than usual at the moment, immediately perks up and holds out the phone.]

[ His eyes glance over to the phone and then look around, not exactly sure where to look before he decides to stare at his lap.

He's a bit hesitant before he asks... ]

Was... ...Is, is Masaomi okay?

[...her shoulders slump a little.]

Ah... [ He figured as much. It's normal to worry about a friend that's been kidnapped right? But something nagging in the back of his head suggests that it didn't have to be that extent... ]

...Was he like that the entire time?

[meaning the battle dome itself not the medical center]

Edited 2011-01-12 06:47 (UTC)

[ He's looking at Celty for this, and after she's done he hangs his head again. Ah.... what to do about this.

But it is not the time to be moping! He's back now. Mikado lifts his head and offers a meek smile to her. ] I'm sure, it'll be okay. When we're back at the apartment, I'll be sure to talk to him.

[that's right Mikado, think positive.]

And you... and Frey-san, too. [ he kinda slumps here ] I'm really sorry if I worried anyone too much. [ He still doesn't understand why him, he didn't even have the information they were interrogating him for. ]

[And soundlessly rounding the corner and pausing (because man, he didn't hear you two come in and his hearing is superb) is this man, smiling faintly and bundled up for the cold - large nodachi casually carried over one shoulder. Shadowed eyes and a stiffled yawn - tired - before all signs of fatigue disappears and he is instantly alert.

That smile disappears. The lips thin. The sword is placed against the wall with speed and care, and he is moving forward in the same breath, eyes raking over the boy that is in the bed with obvious professional assessment.]

What happened here?

Edited 2011-01-14 03:32 (UTC)

[ Mikado's attention is immediately caught by the man entering. The sword is a little offputting at first, but when he rushes over and asks the question, Mikado isn't exactly sure if he should relax or be more worried. He looks like he knows what he is doing but that large weapon is concerning. But then again not all people who carry large weapons are going to immediately cripple him some more. This guy must be a doctor; why else would he be here? Well, it wouldn't hurt to ask. ]

Are you... a doctor?

[Celty is sizing him up as well. He doesn't look like a doctor, but... well. Neither does Shinra honestly, and there are plenty of unconventional people in his line of work. The question is how competent this man is. She stands up and holds out the phone.]

Yes I am. I'm Trafalgar Law.

[There is a lot of sizing up going up in this room, isn't there? Law doesn't particularly care at this moment. There is a patient in the bed before him, and if he doesn't look like a doctor at this moment (he's bundled up for outside, appears to have been caught just leaving, and appearances often mean nothing anyway), his gaze is nothing but focused.

As for that sword? It makes sense the more you think about it and link it to him appearing to be on his way out. Luceti is home to some very dangerous people and who doesn't want to have the comfort in at least being armed when facing them?

Besides... he is a swordsman as well. And what is a swordsman without a sword?

The frown, and now it is a Frown, deepens.]

Hmm. The Malnosso. Alright... [...you can just hear the bastards he'd love to voice...

So. You're concious and alert and lucid... despite obvious signs you've been in the wet too long.

... that cuts things down, BUT...

It could be a number of things. Neural supression, a complete cut to the spinal cord, degradation, localized chemical imbalance... brain tricked into believing it isn't recieving the imput.

... bedside manner time. Smile.] Let's take a look, Mister Mikado. It's very likely this paralysis is just temporary as is most of their devilry and you'll be right as rain in a week or so.

Do you know how long you've been returned? Judging from what I see at first glance, you're suffering from some exposure as well. Nothing too terribly serious, and entirely treatable.

[He's just going to throw off that coat and scarf to rest on a nearby chair.]

Let's get you out of those wet clothes, and into something dry first. [Yes, that means a hospital gown... it's better for you then damp clothes] The faster we get you back to some sort of comfortable warmth, the less chance of anything unpleasant setting in later. After that, I'm going to take your vitals and run a few tests to get to the bottom of this, alright?

Edited 2011-01-14 04:56 (UTC)

[ He's just going to be calmly watching Law go about his business. Okay, he seems harmless. Even if he wasn't, Celty is here and she's pretty strong, but now's not the time to be thinking about that. He is a doctor and willing to help and right now, he's eternally grateful.

...Oh jeez, how is he going to thank all these people if/when he's better?

At his question, he tilts his head a bit. ] I... don't know. When I woke up, I was outside and I couldn't move my legs.

[ At his second statement, he nods again. Yeah soaked pajamas are not fun, no matter how warm they used to be. ]

[well if he's going to change- she turns to Mikado.]

[Law nods as he retrieves a green hospital gown, and begins to jot something down on a chart.] I see. [He's just going to draw the curtain around the bed so no one can peek in if they do come in the room] Did you notice anything else amiss other than the paralysis? Any pain or dizziness or numbness in any other part of the body?

[Picking up a stethoscope, a sphygmomanometer, a themometer, and a stopwatch, he returns with the gown draped over his arm.]

Alright, would you like help removing those pants or can you get it by yourself?

Edited 2011-01-14 05:26 (UTC)

[ Mikado nods to Celty as she steps out, and when Law asks about the numbness he, without thinking, balls his hands into a fist. He lets go satisfied to know that his hands are no longer numb. So he just shakes his head at his first series of questions.

...And removing his pants? That's embarrassing. Well, it can't be helped. ] ...I-I'll try but, I don't know. [ And he tries and yes. He's kind of able to get the pants off most of the way except he's not that flexible. :|a ]

[It's embarrassing but modesty is often the first casuality in a hospital setting. Law politely looks a bit to the side, enough to still keep an eye on the boy, but still adverted enough to give the illusion of privacy.

... oh dear. This gives him an idea of exactly how far the paralysis goes, but he had hoped that Mikado would be able to manage by himself. Some paraplegics manage just fine with a little effort, but this is not the case here.

So have a gown draped concealing over certain things once it becomes clear that things aren't going to be managed by themselves.]

Here. [It's a gentle smile because Law can certainly understand what helplessness feels like. He holds open the gown so Mikado can slip his arms into it.] I'll take care of the rest of it, okay?

[ Mikado looks up at Law and offers a thankful and apologetic smile. He slips his arms into the gown, and goes ahead and ties it in the back. It's the least he can do, right? ]

Oh, ah, yes. Thank you.

Not a problem.

[Once the hospital gown is tied up, Law goes and quickly and efficently works the pants off as he does so. He visually inspects the limbs as he does so... pink, flushed with blood as they warm, and not a sign of frostbite or even frostnip.

He doesn't linger looking, instead he neatly folds the pants and puts them to the side. One gloved hand opens the curtain, and he looks to the door Celty left by.]

You can come back in now, Miss.

[she does so, moving back beside the bed, then looking from Mikado to Law before typing.]

[because the last thing they need is for Mikado to lose some limbs now.]

[And at this moment, Masaomi and Frey arrive. They took the scenic route, okay. Either way, this guy marches on up and... well he caught the tailend of Celty going back in, so he followed right after. He gets the feeling that he missed something, so he's just going to butt in on the conversation, trying to feign and easy shrug, all the while sizing the doctor up]

Eeeh, we're later. Sorry.

[Frey follows Kida in, smiling sheepislhy.] Yes, my apologies. We seem to have taken longer then we thought.

[He'll also look at the doctor, not sizing him up, but relieved to find someone on duty.] Thank you for attending him, Sir.

[ Mikado brightens a bit when he sees Masaomi and Frey enter. Horray, they made it! And even better that Masaomi doesn't look like he's going to murder something, yay! He figures Frey must have talked to him; mental note to thank him later.

...Wow, there are a lot of people he's going to have to thank so far. ]

Frey-san! Masaomi...!

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Masaomi -> Frey -> Mikado -> Law -> Celty ...Unless changes are needed.

Masaomi -> Frey -> Mikado -> Law -> Celty

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