C:\MEMES\MEME.EXE (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dawkins_hos) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
bakerstreet2013-10-15 04:34 pm
dawkins_hos) wrote in bakerstreet2013-10-15 04:34 pm
(no subject)
At DAWKINS INSTITUTE, we understand that one of the most important gifts a couple can give each other is the gift of caring in times of illness or injury. Accordingly, several couples in the relationship program have been selected to show this caring to their partner. Couples will be randomly selected. To produce varied and useful results, not all participants will have a previous relationship with their partner. All necessary medical materials will be provided.
The following fall under the definition of illness or injury.
- Mild illness, such as a cold or flu.
- Severe illness.
- A minor injury, such as a sprain or bruising.
- A major injury, such as broken bones or 2nd-1st degree burns.
- Head injury (minor or major)
- Injury to senses (temporary): hearing loss, blindness, etc.
- Chemically-induced loss of motor and/or cognitive functioning.
- A combination of the previous.
Bryce Banner | AU!MCU | OTA.
Junko Enoshima || Dangan Ronpa || OTA
Ciel Phantomhive || Kuroshitsuji || ota
Itachi Uchiha - Naruto - OTA
Malcolm Merlyn l Arrrow l OTA
Makoto Tachibana | Free! | OTA
no subject
no subject
8
Following the habits of his daily routine, Haru stopped to get the mail from the box on the way in. He didn't get a lot of post. Bills were sent to his parents for the most part, and outside of the usual junk mail and circulars, the post box seldom had anything in it, so the letter addressed to him...and Makoto immediately caught his attention.
He opened it as he stepped through the door, toeing off his shoes, read it once, and looked up at Makoto with an expression of completely baffled shock.
"Did you sign us up for some kind of 'relationship study'?" He held the paper out to his friend. It didn't make sense. Makoto wouldn't have done that without discussing it with him first (or done it at all for that matter). And he'd never even heard of this institute that was supposedly conducting the--
"Aa--OW!" Haru's palm went to his head, heel of his hand pressed to one eye against the sudden shooting pain there. He managed to shrug his bag off his shoulder and drop it on the floor before sinking down with his back against the wall. His vision was suddenly blurred, he felt like someone had shoved a white-hot spike through his head, and he was more than a little dizzy too. What in the world was going on?
[OOC: I was going to assume that this isn't in continuity with the other thread because of the weird research experiment set up. So we could save continuity with our first thread to another time maybe? But I'll go with whatever you'd like!]
no subject
"Are you hungr-" That question was stopped short by the odder question posed by his friend. Relationship study? He emerged from the kitchen, visibly confused, taking the paper as it was offered.
"Necessary medical materials..?" He turned the paper over in his hands, as if expecting there to be a first aid kit on the other side of it, or at least some answers. But he wasn't left much time to puzzle it out, as a sharp cry of pain pierced his eardrums, discarding the paper thoughtlessly in order to rush to Haruka's side.
"Haru!" One of Makoto's hands found his shoulder, while the other rose to feel his forehead. "Are you alright!?" He didn't immediately link this sudden development to the letter he'd dropped to the floor, his first concern being Haruka's well-being over some relationship study. "Do you want ice? Should I draw you a bath? Do you feel queasy?" Despite his concern and good intentions, the rapidfire questions probably weren't helping... If Haruka seemed unresponsive, Makoto had no qualms about carrying him to the hospital if that's what it took.
[[OOC: A different continuity sounds fine to me! But I would definitely be interested in continuing the other continuity later on. In fact, I just want all the threads with you because you're lovely ♥（ﾉ´∀`）]]
no subject
Only when he trusted that the noise (which to him had suddenly sounded, not to mention felt, like a jackhammer breaking through his skull) had subsided did he take his hand away...so as to better cover his eyes. The light was terrible, even the sound of Haru's own breathing felt painful.
"I think I need to lie down," he managed in a very quiet voice. "Somewhere dark." And still keeping one hand across both his eyes, he started to try to push himself to his feet before immediately thinking better of it and slumping back where he was. Or I could just stay right here and lie down on the floor so that I don't have to move, he thought. That sounded like a much better idea.
[OOC: I would so definitely be up for that! I've had such a blast doing that first thread. You're such a pleasure to RP with and I love the way you handle Makoto!
I'm going to PM you soon re: the end of that thread and possible future plotting (as soon as I get a moment, though now I must get back to work), but do feel free to hit me up on meme threads any old time. I'm happy to do comment spam style stuff as well as logs. :) ]
no subject
Despite his instinctual, big brotherly tendencies, he would allow Haruka to try and stand. It wasn't his intent to baby him per se, but seeing one failed attempt was enough to push him to speak, albeit softly.
"Haru, let me help..." He spoke so low it was nearly a whisper, both hands finding the other boy's shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. Letting his friend have a moment to sit, Makoto gently slid his hands under Haruka's arms. "Try to stand..?" Should he listen, he'd have the added support of Makoto's hands all but lifting him off the ground until he was on his feet, but he wasn't going to press the issue if Haruka seemed resistant. Not right away, at least.
no subject
Anyway, he was too worried about letting the light get to his eyes, so he wasn't sure he could find his way anywhere on his own even if he did let go.
Opting for the course of action that required the least movement, he just stood there, one hand clutching a fistful of Makoto's shirt and his head slightly bent, trying to stay very still. He'd probably stay just like that until Makoto took the initiative to try and get him to move.
no subject
"I'm going to move, alright?" His voice was still conscientiously low, although the concern was just as obvious.
True to his word, he began to take slow, deliberate steps. He wouldn't hurry Haruka, letting him set the pace if he chose to. And if he didn't move at all? Makoto wasn't exactly above dragging him gently along. Regardless of how, the end destination was the couch, which Makoto would move toward at a painstakingly slow crawl to avoid exacerbating the situation.
no subject
The situation would have been horribly embarrassing if Haru hadn't felt too awful to care how pathetic he must look in all of it. He was more focused on the strength of Makoto's arms and the steady firmness of his body--he was focused on them because they gave him an anchor point, a stable reassurance that he didn't need to worry, didn't need to try and think about anything. He got the impression that thinking would have hurt quite a lot just then.
He let Makoto ease him onto the couch, immediately sinking down to curl around himself in a little fetal ball once he had. One hand had re-found its grip on Makoto's shirt, though this was merely reflex and Haru barely even realized he was doing it. He wanted Makoto to stay close...but he also wanted the room to be dark, so after a few moments he released his grip to gesture vaguely in the direction of the windows. Hopefully Makoto would get the idea and pull the blinds closed and then maybe Haru would be able to take his hand away from his eyes.
Castiel | Supernatural
Integra Hellsing | Hellsing | OTA
Peter Petrelli | Heroes | OTA
Gamzee Makara | Homestuck | OTA
agenт clιnт 'нawĸeye' вarтon • мcυ
Re: agenт clιnт 'нawĸeye' вarтon • мcυ
no subject
5 it is!
Her attempts to summon the Hulk out of herself all fail. Whatever they put her on, it's designed to suppress emotions and dull her thoughts. The best she can do, in her weirdly calm, dissociated state, is pillow Clint's head with a jacket and try to stop the bloodflow. At least until he wakes up.]
no subject
he blinks his eyes open, and slowly pulls banner into focus. then he sees the device in her arm, and comes to the realization that a knock in the head isn't the worst of their troubles. his voice slurs when he speaks.]
Bryce---you okay?
no subject
[Her voice is... odd. The inflections feel off, and she speaks slower than usual, more deliberate. But she doesn't sound particularly worried (which might have been a better sign if she felt she could feel much of anything).
While he was out, she did a little searching around the van. Nothing much useful popped up, but she did find a penlight rolled under one of the seats. She picks it up now.]
I'm going to check your pupils. Try to follow the light.
no subject
she mentions the light and he gives a little 'okay' of assent.]
Ugh, that's bright. [he mutters, wincing and blinking quickly as she begins to shine the light in his eyes to check up on him.]
no subject
[It's unclear if she's talking to him or to herself.] I'd prefer to get a head scan, but obviously -
[That's not happening. Unless their captors turn out to be particularly concerned with their victims' health, which she finds unlikely.]
Try not to move too much. It's not coming off.
jaмeѕ т. ĸιrĸ • ѕтar тreĸ
4, 5, and 6?
What had happened was unclear. Every surviving member of the away mission had come back unconscious or dead, and the team had been unilaterally extracted by Chekov at Spock's command. Before beaming, Jim had ordered the Commander to stay aboard the Enterprise, argued even that the ship needed Spock here and he simply wished to 'stretch my legs' on a routine scouting mission.
Spock would have preferred that Jim stretch his legs in a jog in the halls.
Six hours had passed since Doctor McCoy finished his initial treatment. Patching up broken ribs had been the easy part. What had worried Bones, who only told Spock after becoming so frustrated with his incessant questions, was that the Jim had taken a blow to the back of his head, and nothing he tried could pull him out of it. The longer time that passed, the more variable the outcomes would be, and Spock was told to be prepared for anything. Not that Spock thought such an act was possible.
In protest, Spock had demanded that surely, Jim's life was not at stake, which incurred the wrath of the Doctor even further. No, his life wasn't in danger. But everything else was. Everything.
Eventually, as the movement of concerned crew members coming and leaving came to a gradual end, Spock found himself alone next to the Captain's bed. ]
no subject
He'd heard Spock trying to contact them, and then directing Chekov to beam them out, just before a loud percussion blast sounded through the rock tunnels they were in, and a sharp pain came to the back of his head. Then everything went black.
Everything was still black or rather sort of this dull gray color. He couldn't make anything out, but he could hear the beeping of devices. It smelled like---the med bay of the Enterprise, so why was it dark? Were they on Gamma Shift already? How much time had he lost?
He gives a groan, and blinks, trying to bring the room into focus.]
no subject
His beautiful, crystal blue eyes. They weren't focusing. ]
Jim—
[ His voice was eager to say the Captain's name again, but Spock kept all traces of alarm out of his tone. ]
no subject
The away team---how is everyone? [beat] And why is it so dark in here? Did Bones turn down the lights for Gamma Shift? What's going on?
no subject
Then his comment finally confirmed it. The Captain couldn't see. Spock knew he should notify the Doctor immediately, but for some reason, he just started talking. ]
Lieutenant Rogers and Chiyo are in recovery. They woke up 25 minutes ago. [ His voice was calm, despite the worry that began to build in Spock's chest. ] Some are still unconscious, but Doctor McCoy is with them now.
[ A few seconds pass as Spock decides how to answer the Captain's second question.
If he was in Jim's place, Spock would want the truth. 'Straight and simple.' He takes a small breath. ]
The lights are on, Captain.
[ Part of Spock wants to reach for Jim's hand. But he keeps himself from moving. ]
no subject
[Business as usual. At least until Spock said that. The lights were on, but he couldn't see anything. That meant---His breathing speeds up, and the machines beep faster as his heart rate speeds up.
He tries to focus. To bring his breathing back under control, but he's starting to panic. He knows it won't help him, but he can't help it. He can't---he can't be--no.]
Spock?
no subject
I am here.
[ Spock would always be by his side.
A second passes, and the Vulcan embarrassingly comes to his senses. His left hand flips open his comm. ]
Doctor, the Captain is awake. Please come immediately.
[ His grip on Jim's shoulder doesn't loosen, and won't, unless his friend doesn't want it there anymore. ]
no subject
--what if this was permanent? what if there wasn't any fixing it? If he was like this for the rest of his life? he swallows thickly, throat tight with emotion, with fear. he's been afraid before, when he was dying in Engineering, but this---this is different.]
Yeah. You're here.
[His other hand reaches up like it might join the other, but instead rests on his arm, gripping his forearm with a trembling hand. He can hear footsteps from across the med bay, and they speed up at hearing the state of the monitors.
It's Bones. It must be, right? Bones'll fix it.]
no subject
He could feel Jim's panic so fiercely, that when Bones came running into the room, the terror in Spock's eyes shocked the Doctor to a halt. ]
Dammit, both of you! I leave for a moment and you both look like—
[ Spock was shaking his head, his own emotional expression falling back to one of concern and not pure terror, and he looked so obviously at Jim's eyes that Bones finally saw what was wrong. ]
Jim. I know you're worried. [ McCoy jumped straight into action. At this rate, Jim was going to give himself a heart attack. ] But there's no use panicking until I take a look, so calm the hell down you hear me?
[ Bones pulled out a medical scanner from behind the bed, placing it above Jim's head. For now at least, he didn't seem to mind that Jim and Spock were just clutching each other. Not to say that the sight wasn't completely unnerving. ]
no subject
He jumps at the introduction of a new scanner that he imagines is going over his face and eyes, but he can't tell for sure outside of brief movements of air. He nods at the instructions from Bones, and does his best to control his breathing.
Slowly, his heart rate returns to something resembling normal.]
okay how did I end up playing Bones more than Spock
As the scanner works, Bones loses all interest in the machine. Instead his eyes are glued to Jim's monitor, checking his vitals for any other signs of damage. He was Jim's doctor now, not his best friend, and he was determined to do the job.
Spock, as if becoming suddenly aware of how desperate his body language must seem right now, straightens his back a bit. But he doesn't loosen his hold on Jim. The Vulcan, who was normally as sensitive to touch as a vampire to sunlight, knew that more than anything else he could provide, Jim needed him to do this.
Soon, the images from the scanner were uploading to the screens on the wall, and it was as if Kirk's brain had been sliced into seven separate layers and re-displayed overhead. ]
Well Jim, there's good news and bad news.
[ Bones didn't bother asking him which he wanted first. ]
Good news is that there's nothing wrong with your eyes. The damage isn't there.
[ He gave Jim a moment to digest, taking another moment to glare at Spock's entanglement with his patient. ]
Bad news is that whatever head trauma you suffered has caused some internal bleeding, and the tissue that normally lets your brain know what your eyes see, well, it's not connected right now.
[ Bones crossed his arms. ]
[ Spock injected. ] Retinal detachment.
Yes, that. Listen Jim, I need to operate, and I'm going to everything I goddamn can to re-connect your tissue.
[ What Bones didn't say, was that he couldn't detect the damage before Jim woke up, and now that they've waited so many hours, the damage might already be irreparable. ]
lol no idea
What---what if you can't? Or---if there's too much damage?
[He wasn't usually one to hold too much onto the 'what ifs' and all, but he was, in a manner of speaking, staring a big one in the face. The only grounding he found was the fact that Spock still gripped his shoulder with his hand.]
Kagerou | Brave Police: J-Decker | OTA
Hermann Gottlieb | Pacific Rim | ota
Ironhide | Transformers: Movies | OTA
Soundwave | Transformers: Movies | OTA
Coyote Tango | AU Human!Jaeger | Pacific Rim
Perceptor | Transformers: Fall of Cybertron | OTA
Sideswipe | Transformers: Movies | OTA