⑤ - Action/Voice

[penstabby]

[ 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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[deathsdoctor]

[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?

[dragons-peak.livejournal.com]

[ 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.

[deathsdoctor]

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.

[gan-ceann.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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

[generalflirt]

[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.

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

[falenandawn]

[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.

ok

[dragons-peak.livejournal.com]

[ 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...!

Re: ok

[deathsdoctor]

[There better not be murder in this ward, just saying. Law will object.]

[To Celty and Mikado before the other two come in:] There's no frostbite, thankfully, just exposure. Nothing life threatening or requiring anything extreme. When I looked, I could find no sign of tissue damage and the blood supply feeding both limbs is normal. There should be no problem with them themselves down the road. My immediate concern here is treating that exposure... and any dehydration and hypoglycemia brought on by hypothermia. Which means ensuring that you, Mister Mikado, continue to warm up, and perhaps running a warmed drip to restore your glucose and electrolyte balance once I do your bloodwork and that's called for. Otherwise hot chicken soup and a glass of orange juice will go a long way to curing any ills on that end.

[Picking up the thermometer and wiping the head with a disinfectant wipe...

...

Aa... hello... who may you two be?]

Aa, hello gentlemen... thank you, but just one moment please...

... [And we are back to addressing Celty and Mikado, though it's more of a group addressment now.]

One thing to be aware of, however, is that your immune system will be depressed thanks to the exposure and likely will be for a little while. If you go home after this, you're going to need to stay indoors and limit your contact to people less you fall ill, Mister Mikado. Ensure you get plenty of sleep... the faster your immune system gets back on its feet, the better.

As for the paralysis itself, I'll need to run an X-ray to be sure, but given that I saw no signs of surgery or trauma, my presumptive guess is that the spinal cord is intact and that the Malnosso are blocking the nerve impulses from reaching the brain. It's hard to say exactly how at the moment, though I very much doubt that drugs are involved at the least...

So Mister Mikado, I'm going to start by taking your vitals and some bloodwork and we'll go from there, alright?

[There's that thermometer - time to take your temperature. Then it's time to measure blood pressure, heart rate, respiratory rate... yes, the penlight of doom will be involved, shining in your eyes as he measures your responsiveness to stimuli.

Your finger will be pricked at one point so your blood glucose levels can be measured on a glucometer.

Everything charted down.

And then, of course, it'll be time for the needles.]

[gan-ceann.livejournal.com]

[Thank goodness. The medical stuff goes right past her as it does whenever Shinra gets like that, but at least it sounds like Mikado will be all right, once the Malnosso decide to allow it. They'll just have to be patient.

Her helmet turns towards Frey and Mikado as they come in. What took you two so long?]

[generalflirt]

[All of that.... went over his head too. Or what he heard, anyway. But by the sound of it, there isn't any pressing thing other than... an X-Ray? H glances around the room, looking for something which could be just that. So will he need to stay there or not? Frey will no doubt ask for something like that so he doesn't just yet. Instead, a little hesitant in terms of expression, he finishes her survey of the room before focusing on the "doctor" himself.

...He can tell just at a glance that while this guy is probably a doctor or at least a convincing medical official what with that jargon that's not all he is and it's making him a little on guard. In a place like Luceti that figures (hell, even in Ikebukuro that would figure) but that doesn't do much to soothe his current paranoia.

He's just trying not to let that show too much for him]

[falenandawn]

[Yeah, waaaaay over his head, too. What's an X-ray....? Either way, it sounded like..... all he had to worry about was the Malnosso's tampering with his legs movement and getting sick easier.]

So will he be staying here, if he needs to stay away from people....? Or can he go back to the apartment....? [So predictable, Frey.]

[dragons-peak.livejournal.com]

[ Is Mikado the only one in the room who understood most of the medical speak? Man. He nods along as he listens to the rest of the explanation and aside from his leg problem--which seems to be Malnosso-induced anyway--it seems as though he's in a lot better condition than he though. His tense shoulders relax as he lets out a relieved sigh.

Though keeping Mikado away from people? Psh, that's just asking him to hermit like he always does. Nothing new.

He nods to the last question and just lets the doctor do his work. Ho hum. ]

[deathsdoctor]

[And you know something? That wasn't bad for medical speak.

He's just going to label these tubes of blood he's collected, and glance up only after he's written the pertinent data on the chart.]

[To Frey:] Yes he can go back to the appartment after this, as long as someone stays with him at all times, and the number of visitors is kept to a bare minimun.

I would like to keep him here for a few hours for observation to make sure he's stable, but that ultimately is up to Mister Mikado.

[Watch away, Masaomi, Law doesn't much mind. The levels of paranoia in this room are at pretty normal levels, so he keeps going about his business.

Next step: continue passive rewarming. More blankets are needed (as well as some orange juice: the glucose levels aren't too bad but Mikado still needs fuel to burn to get warm). There should be some ones in the other room. The linens were recently laundered and autoclaved, so they should be fresh and still warm from the sterilizer.

... and he needs to get the portable x-ray machine as well.]

[To all:]

If you'll excuse me for one moment; I have to get these tests running. I'll be back in a moment with some more blankets and something for Mister Mikado to drink.

[gan-ceann.livejournal.com]

[Celty nods as Law excuses himself, turning her phone back to Mikado.]

1/2

[generalflirt]

[Huh. Masaomi is tempted- sorely tempted - to follow the doctor and watch that, but no, he has to say with Mikado. so following Law with his eyes as the main excuses himself, after a short watch he turns back to Mikado. Obviously he can't see Celt's phone, so...]

[generalflirt]

Looks like you'll be better soon, Mii~kado.

[falenandawn]

Indeed. I'm glad you were returned mostly unharmed. [His legs will likely get better soon, as will his health.]

And no need to worry, I'm sure Kida and I can take care of things for you if you need anything.

[dragons-peak.livejournal.com]

[ This is a smile. He can't help but feel like he's only seen these kind of scenes in movies and right about now he's really lucky to have the friends he does. The last piece to make it a perfect picture is missing though, but there's not much he can do about that. ]

...Yeah, I'm glad too. Thanks you guys.

[ Luceti is a pretty terrible place (of course his opinion went down after that kidnapping) but he has people like this. woohoo!! ]

[deathsdoctor]

[There's the sudden whirr-click of machinery springing to life in the background, and beeps as keys clack, and soft footsteps sound as someone works in the background and moves around from instrument to instrument.

Don't mind him... he's just doing his job. Nothing to see back there.





He's totally not keeping an ear on the conversation, promise.]

[gan-ceann.livejournal.com]

[well even if he was - and he totally isn't, of course - he wouldn't be able to hear Celty's part of the conversation.]

[generalflirt]

Couldn't you make one with your shadows, Celty-san?

[falenandawn]

[Wait.....] How are we going to get him up the stairs though? Someone will need to carry him.

[dragons-peak.livejournal.com]

[ thinking for a moment here ]

Ah, really? I'm not that heavy, if it's not too... [ trailing off here. Maybe he's asked for too much now.

Ah well, either way he plans on not leaving his room/the apartment until he can move by himself again. Things like this cause others too much trouble. Really. ]

[deathsdoctor]

[There are squeaky sounds in the background, and a definate 'hah' of triumph as Law locates this. Printers are audibly going off, and it looks like some of the test results are coming through. Continue chatting folks, he's just finishing up.

He'll be right with you.]

[gan-ceann.livejournal.com]

[the side of the building.]

[as for the other request.. she puts a hand to the chin of her helmet, and stares at the ground beside the bed for a moment... until the shadows form into a nice wheelchair shape. Completely black, of course, but she can't do much about the color.]