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xavier_institute_logs2014-11-14 04:35 pm
defibrillating) wrote in xavier_institute_logs2014-11-14 04:35 pm
[OPEN]
WHO: Zian & any visitors
WHAT: Loud music in the med lab, and one bored eggplant nurse.
WHERE: Nurse's office, ground floor
WHEN: Today!
WARNING(S): Currently none. Just bad taste in music.
After the U-Men incident and the follow-ups, it had been rather calm in the medical department. A few scratches, sprains and a belly ache had been the only thing Zian had to worry about. Instead, he had taken time to familiarize himself with both the ground floor office and med lab, as well as the infirmary and research labs down in the sub-levels. The nurse's office was kind of his home, however, leaving the more serious stuff to the doctors.
That meant that he also ended up personalizing it a bit with some nice, comic-book posters to make the kids feel more at ease, as well as his precious water boiler for the days he just wanted something warmer in his feeding tube. (Though he usually said it was used for tea just in case he'd gross anyone out... plus some might actually want tea while talking symptoms.)
It also included one technopath-made boombox, because his dad had been awesome. It was currently playing rather loud music, easily heard in the corridors outside the nurse's office. Someone liked ridiculously chipper pop songs, right?
WHAT: Loud music in the med lab, and one bored eggplant nurse.
WHERE: Nurse's office, ground floor
WHEN: Today!
WARNING(S): Currently none. Just bad taste in music.
After the U-Men incident and the follow-ups, it had been rather calm in the medical department. A few scratches, sprains and a belly ache had been the only thing Zian had to worry about. Instead, he had taken time to familiarize himself with both the ground floor office and med lab, as well as the infirmary and research labs down in the sub-levels. The nurse's office was kind of his home, however, leaving the more serious stuff to the doctors.
That meant that he also ended up personalizing it a bit with some nice, comic-book posters to make the kids feel more at ease, as well as his precious water boiler for the days he just wanted something warmer in his feeding tube. (Though he usually said it was used for tea just in case he'd gross anyone out... plus some might actually want tea while talking symptoms.)
It also included one technopath-made boombox, because his dad had been awesome. It was currently playing rather loud music, easily heard in the corridors outside the nurse's office. Someone liked ridiculously chipper pop songs, right?
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He sits down on the stool again, swiveling it over to look at her. "Alright, hemoglobin count! Here, I'll give you a little prick in the finger and the machine will tell us just how you're doing."
The medic holds out a tiny little needle to take a drop of her blood. It almost looked like a thumbtack, and one drop was easily collected in it.
Sorry for the wait! I was really busy this weekend D:
"I'll try not to regenerate too fast," she said, averting her eyes a little. Harder said than done, since Flandre's control was never as precise as her sister's in...almost everything.
nooo problem!
By the time the machine beeped, he was ready and only had to check it before he was good to go. "Yeah, that looks low. Let's fill you up, shall we? Do you prefer inner arm or hand?"
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"The arm is better for me," she replied; though she'd have to look at the needle more, she wouldn't so easily idly scratch it off--which would be much worse.
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"I'll start with one and we'll measure you again afterwards before we go for the other one, okay?"