Physically, Not Mentally

[Herrith Hendarsin]

Nar Shaddaa
Small Medical Clinic
1630 Hours, Galactic Standard
Herrith Hendarsin
THEME
@TwoSidedHeart

Damn, took a few good clips back there. Really need to invest in some blaster armor. Those blades hurt like nexu teeth, too. Good thing I managed to finish the keetar fregs off. I'm bleeding like a fresh rodent. They have dogs, maybe could track my scent; good damn thing it's raining. Otherwise I'd be some warm food for a couple canines.

Herrith limped toward the clinic, stumbling through the front double doors with an outstretched hand. Her right hand was clutching a stab wound in her side, and a piece of cloth was wrapped around her free hand, red blood seeping through the cheap fabric. And that was just the visual outside of the jacket and black jumpsuit, both of which covered up a lot of the blood. She hobbled toward the front desk, putting a bleeding arm on the counter, credit chips in hand which were stained of their glitter from a smear of red. The greeter's eyes immediately flicked to her wounds and credits, the glare in the Zeltron's eyes hopefully enough to get the poor girl moving a bit.

"Off the record. Immediate attention. Please."

Herrith's head felt light. In fact, her whole body felt lighter than air. Her breathing slowed, and she was starting to feel very cold. Wow. Blood loss. That was great. Her vision tunneled, blacked for a moment, and there was a sudden force on her side, which both caused pain in the wounds there and made her realize that she'd fallen. The last bit of information that her brain processed before she blacked out was the fact that her wounds really, really hurt. Made sense, due to the alcohol she'd poured on a few of the bigger gashes to prevent infection in a polluted and dirty place like this.

From her brief self check, there had been cuts on her arms and face, blaster burns (all grazes) on her midsection, a stab wound clear through her hand, cracked ribs from a blunt object (rusty pipe), a broken leg and a dislocated ankle, with a final slash on the back of her knee, not deep but enough to hinder her mobility even more than it already would be.

 

[Zusk'anosh'ouzu]

Why in the Galaxy had Skan decided it was a good idea to open an actual clinic?

To say it was a clinic was a stretch. It was really just an abandoned building with a few rooms but he'd made it his own. There was even a couch and some chairs in the first room, which he'd dubbed the waiting room. The days where he'd just operated out of his home were missed, but it was definitely nice to not have to disinfect his own couch every time somebody started bleeding through his door. At least in a different building, he could go home at night and fall into bed instead of bleaching everything. But ever since he'd opened the proper clinic, more patients had been pouring in than before. He'd reluctantly agreed to let some patients pay, knowing he couldn't keep up with the increased flow of bodies without a little money to buy the essentials.

"Skan!"

The call from the girl who worked at the front desk brought a sigh from Skan's lips. He'd literally just stitched a man back together after his torso had been torn open. The Chiss didn't ask questions that he didn't have to, so the man saying he'd had a disagreement with a guy and a vibroblade had been enough. Still, a moment to breath would have been nice. He stepped out into the waiting room and looked down at the woman lying on the ground. Her skin identified her as a Zeltron, not that it really mattered to him. Moving around the desk, he knelt down beside her and found her to be unconscious. Judging from the smell, the woman had either been drunk when she'd managed to literally break every part of herself or she'd tried to clean the multiple wounds across her body herself by throwing alcohol on them. Not a bad idea, but definitely not a good one per say.

Great.

After some difficulty and assistance from the desk worker, Skan got the Zeltron into a room and on one of the old medical cot's he'd managed to get his hands on. The first thing he did, was properly and quickly clean the visible wounds using an Irrigation Bulb, getting rid of the blood and stemming the flow with normal bandages so he could get a better look at what was going on. It really wasn't a pretty sight. The most obvious thing, aside from the cuts, was the fact that her leg had decided it was going to sit at an awkward angle, which meant that it was probably broken. Just the kind of thing he didn't want to have to deal with, or couldn't properly deal with without equipment beyond his budget. Upon a little prodding, which was made easier thanks to the fact that his patient was passed out, he discovered the truth of his theory but also found that her ankle was also put out. The ankle wasn't as drastic as her leg though so he decided it was just a dislocation. But that could wait another few minutes. Opening a nearby Medpac, he took out a Medisensor and triple checked just in case. Yup. Her leg and ankle were definitely going to be an issue.

"If she tells me that she fell down some stairs when she wakes up, I'm going to throw her out." He mumbled to himself, setting up a drip that entered her left forearm. Adding a little bit of Kolto into the drip from the Medpac to encourage her body to begin it's healing process faster, he checked her pulse. It was slower than it should be and she had clearly lost quite a bit of blood which definitely wasn't a good thing. He didn't have the things to encourage her body to replace it's blood while unconscious so he was going to have to wake her up. Next, he checked her breathing and found it to be slightly labored. Musing on why this could be, he decided he was going to have to remove her shirt and silently apologized as he cut away the cloth around her torso, particularly the parts near where her lungs would be. "No, no I couldn't possibly have just gotten cut up Doctor." Sarcasm dripped from his tone as he eyed the severe bruising over one side of her ribcage as well as the bruising on her mid-section and winced. "I had to go out and really put in a good effort in destroying my body in every possible way."

Picking up the Medisensor to check on how bad it was, he found himself sighing again. Cracked ribs. Oh joy. Taking the remaining tube of Kolto from the Medpac, he smeared it across the burns and bruising before adding a few Spray Bandages to encourage the healing liquid to really soak into the wounds. Moving onto her leg, he eyed her face and decided he was going to have to re-break it before setting it with a Bone Stabilizer. Which meant...

"If she attacks me, I'll just step away. She won't be able to get to me with a broken leg and a dislocated ankle." He took a hold of her leg and braced himself. "Don't take this personally." And then he applied the necessary pressure, hearing the bone snap again.
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[Herrith Hendarsin]

Herrith was feeling good and well in her unconscious state, despite currently not knowing what was being done to her body in the real world. She was actully enjoying herself, especially when she got to swim in an actual ocean. Wow, she felt so light. It was glorious being able to wander through the water, peacefully undeterred. But the other 'thing', as she had come to call it, was there. The piece of herself which had been locked away for so long, only to get rudely awakened by some Sith that she had worked with. The thing removed all the water, destroyed the planet. Then it turned to her-

SNAP

The bright lights of the room hit her like plasma blasts, and she squinted. Something was moving on her leg, and she realized that her center mass was a bit colder than normal. A sterile smell flooded her nostrils, and what felt like a needle poked into one of her veins. Then she realized just how much her leg hurt. Double the pain of walking. Where was she? The Zeltron sat up slightly, leaning up on her elbows and crying out in pain at the fact that her leg had gotten broken a second time.

"Sssschlicta! That hurts like a kriffing Nexu!"

She fell against the cot, flat on her back once more, and put her non-stabbed hand to her forehead, palm pressing against her brow. Luckily, the stuff he had injected into her would take effect quicker thanks to her metabolism. On the negative, pain meds would cycle through quicker as well. Herrith inhaled through her teeth and groaned, the pain of everything else beginning to take hold once more while her awareness returned. Right. She'd dragged her injured ass in here and was being tended by who she hoped was a qualified person. Judging by the lack of pain meds, they also were poor. Brilliant.

"Could you have at least injected me with something before you bloody popped my leg again, keetar freg..?"

 

[Zusk'anosh'ouzu]

Ahh, swearing. Not unexpected, but definitely unwelcome.

As the woman sat up an screeched at him, he merely offered her a cool glance then he moved down to her ankle. He could sympathize with how much pain she was in right now and he did really feel bad a about the fact that he couldn't really offer her proper pain med's since well, he couldn't afford them. Just getting everything together in the first place for the clinic around them had been quite an issue and he didn't want to push his luck. He just counted his blessings that this wasn't his couch back in his apartment that she was bleeding all over. As she demanded to know if he could have injected her with something, he reached out and with a single movement returned the ankle to it's correct position. Arguably, that was going to hurt more than the break. Dislocations were a real kriff.

"When you came in here, bleeding all over the floor and looking like death, I don't blame you for not noticing that my clinic isn't a hospital." Skan replied, his tone friendly and casual despite everything. He could handle people with injuries for systems but he couldn't talk to attractive guys. It was a fatal flaw in his personality, or maybe a quirk? He looked at her leg and picked up his scissors. "I'm going to cut through your pants on your right leg so I can at least try to properly set the bone. But before I do..." He went across the room and grabbed his own lunch that he'd prepared, taking out a nutrition bar and an unopened bottle of water before crossing back over to his patient and handing them to her. "Consume those so your body can start to restore the blood you've lost. I can't do anything like blood transplants or that, so you're going to feel light headed for a while. But I've stopped the flow of blood so the Kolto I added to your drip and applied to your most pressing wounds should encourage your body to replenish it's stock of blood relatively quickly."

With that he went about carefully cutting through her pants along her right leg, tossing the now useless fabric on the ground and eyeing it when the limb was fully exposed. It was some kind of miracle that the bone hadn't pierced her flesh because it was most definitely not a single whole anymore. Taking his mediscanner, he ran the device along her leg to find where the breaks actually were, the initial one and the new one and frowned. He couldn't actually give her a cast or anything like that, but he could use a bone stabilizer to at least force the bones together and the hold them in place.

"Your ankle is going to be fine, you're just not going to be able to walk on it for an hour or so. As for your leg, that's a bit more of an issue. See, I don't have the stuff here for a cast. I CAN use a bone stabilizer to force the bones back into place and then hold them in place, but it's still going to take a while to properly heal. You might be able to walk very carefully on it if you don't mind being in complete agony." He smiled at her brightly before reaching over to take said bone stabilizer out of the Medpac and then turning back. "This isn't going to hurt, so much as it's going to feel extremely invasive. Actually, it's going to hurt quite a bit because bones and all that but it won't be as bad as me actually breaking it." He injected one end of the device into where the breaks were and pressed a button. Immediately it set to work and unleashed a fluid that would eventually hit the bone and create a temporary fix in the break. It wasn't a true fix, since the stuff was far weaker than bone but it would encourage the process. As the device did his work, the young Chiss looked at the Zeltron. "Im Skan by the way and I'm a medic who offers free help to people no matter what they do." He paused silently for a moment before adding. "Now's the part where you introduce yourself and explain to me why you decided today was the day that you needed to completely wreck your body and come here instead of a hospital. I'm going to guess it's something illegal?"

Nobody could say that Skan didn't have an impeccable beside manner.​

 

[Herrith Hendarsin]

The doc certainly had a unique sense of humor, especially when he relocated her ankle soon after she muttered about not getting some pain meds. That was fair, to be honest. She had passed out in his clinic with major wounds. The guy was a Chiss, then, and not terrobly bad looking, though she kept her thoughts to herself and watched as he went over her various wounds, then stopping him once he started to cut open the leg of her jumpsuit, shaking her head. It was a jumpsuit for a reason, and she'd bought it especially so that she could perform first aid with ease. There were several zippers on the limbs, and the piece hd a zip down the middle that he could have used, though she guessed he would have preferred to cut it open and reveal the free merchandise below. Wouldn't be unexpected with a clinic.

"Slow down there, love. There's easier ways to skin me. Sorry that you can't use your toy."

She winced as she leaned up, ignoring the shooting pain in her sides, and opened up the leg of the jumpsuit, peeling back the skin tight material as he brought up what appeared to be a bone stabilizer, explaining how broken her leg was. Brilliant. Good thing she healed quickly, and he seemed to have a decent supply of healing solutions to offer. She looked at the device as it patched up the bone, wincing and putting the crook of her elbow over her mouth to muffle the sounds of pain, leaning back in the operating table while the Chiss introduced himself as Skan. Her eyes focused on the ceiling while she avoided the urge to puke.

"Good to meet you, Skan. I'm Herrith. I'd shake your hand, but.."

She lifted up her bandaged hand and shrugged, the motion causing her pain from the injuries.

"As for the questions...well I came here because I prefer to keep things on the down-low, not draw a lot of attention. As for why I'm so kriffed up..." She chuckled to herself. "Well, love, seeing as you've already stripped me of a shirt, I'd say I could just not tell you. I'll pay you some more credits, if that's what you need. Maybe you can buy some pain meds for the next unlucky sucker that comes through. Or just for me. I might be a return customer."

After a moment, she added.
"Thanks for patching me up."

 

[Zusk'anosh'ouzu]

Well yeah, of course he'd cut her shirt off. He needed to get to her injuries since she was bleeding ever-

Oh? Wait, did she think... if so, she was definitely barking up the wrong tree.

"If you wish to donate some credits to my clinic, I'd appreciate it. But don't feel that you have to. Medical help is something that everybody should have access to, not just if they have credits." His words were spoken with conviction. He had, after all, opened the clinic to help people who couldn't afford help. Sure, he didn't have much beyond Medpacs and the like, but it was definitely more than the people he helped would have otherwise. In his eyes, medicine was a right not a privilege and he felt that it was wholly unfair and hypocritical that so many actual doctors swore an oath to heal people but then wouldn't do so without a healthy handful of credits first. "Also, you obviously don't have to tell me why you come here. If there IS a next time though, attempt to retain consciousness so I can have a rundown of your injuries first. Because there were a lot."

He gave her a pointed look before smiling at her thanks. It made him feel so much better just having basic gratitude for his efforts instead of some monetary compensation. Sure, credits here and there were nice to keep himself stocked up, but he clearly didn't do it for the credits. The bone stabilizer beeped and he turned his attention back to it to see it's work was done. Extremely temporary works obviously. If she even stumbled a little bit before the actual healing process started, the devices work would be undone. And it was still going to be uncomfortable. But he'd done what he could. He grabbed a spray bandage to put over the incision the stabilizer had made. The Kolto in the bandage would help the cut heal over much faster.

"Well, since you're not going to be able to walk for a little while and I don't have any other conscious patients for the moment, I guess you're stuck here Herrith." Grabbing a chair, he pulled it up to the cot, turning it in reverse so the back was towards her. Sitting on it with his face towards her and his arms resting on the back of the chair, the Chiss let his chin fall atop his arms and he eyed his patient. "Is Nar Shadda your home or are you just here for... whatever business you're into?"​

 

[Herrith Hendarsin]

"Do I wanna know how bad?"

She said this in reply to Skan's second comment. Herrith knew she was kriffed up, definitely, just not how bad. It was pretty easy to tell from the aching and sharp pains ringing through her body. Easily some messed up ribs and blaster shots. She wasn't even going to address her broken leg. The Zeltron watched intently as the Chiss removed the medical device, patching it up with a bandage. She grimaced, the odd feeling of a foreign object connecting her bones making her uncomfortable. Skan was right about her being stuck here, which didn't make her feel any better. At this stage she was basicallt defenseless, and if he or anyone else tried to make a move, she was Corellian toast.

He pulled up a chair and immediately asked a question. Ah, right. Where she came from. This guy had a real curiosity. He was young, so it made sense. But then again, the Zeltron was young, too. Also surprisingly good looking considering the circumstances. She blinked away her thoughts, deciding to answer.

"No, not from Nar Shaddaa. I...I'm gonna be honest with you, the circumstances to my injuries are...complex. Don't-don't you have more patients to deal with?"

Maybe he did, maybe not. But it might get him away from asking bad questions.

 

[Zusk'anosh'ouzu]

Skan knew it was more a rhetorical question about her injuries, so he refrained from answering her. But he probably should have given her a rundown. She was very much lucky to be alive. Especially if she'd dragged herself into his clinic after whatever had happened to her. It really was a miracle that she'd made it alone. He tilted his head to the side as the girl tried to deflect his attention to other patients. Why was she so nervous? He blinked before responding.

"I uh... I did just say that they aren't really conscious. I'm sure they'll bellow when they wake up." He chuckled. He didn't really have an actual clinic by any means, but he was still able to help people and that was what mattered. "To be honest, I'll probably just direct them to a hospital. It doesn't really matter what you're into, some things I just can't help you with." He shrugged and let out a sigh. Maybe one day he'd be able to have funding behind him to provide actual care for his patients. He could probably ask his parents about having access to his trust fund but then, that required talking to them and since he'd ditched them five years ago, he couldn't just show up demanding a payout. "What planet do you base yourself out of?" There was really no abating his curiosity once he got it about something. He was after all a would be Doctor by trade and that required a certain level of curiosity and the ease to be able to ask questions without a care. Not that he wasn't a chatty guy in the first place. "I 'm also not 'from' here myself. I was raised in the Core, on Coruscant."

Okay sure Skan, just throw out a little tidbit of random personal information. Why not?​

 

[Herrith Hendarsin]

Herrith listened as Skan explained how dire his situation with the clinic was. Common with most clinics, especially in the Outer Rim. They didn't have a lot of technology, but they did have more drive to fix someone up than a good sum of Republic hospitals, for example. The problem was, the hospitals had about a millennium's worth of scientific advancement over any clinic out here. Essentially it was a balance between good care and good technology. A bacta tank was always great.

She brought up her guard instinctively and then lowered it when she realized that she essentially had no home, once Skan had explained that he was from Coruscant, and was intending on requesting similar information from her. Conversation now. Wasn't he just a doctor? Couldn't he have done this with the ten or more other patients in rooms that were likely going to wake up soon? Herrith didn't like all the questions, but she doubted he was someone looking to assassinate her. There was always a possibility, though, however doubtful it was.

"Don't really got a home, I'll be honest. Mainly just Zia."

That was confusing without context to say the least, and it was also the reason she decided to be so vague. Maybe she could bore him out of questioning her so intensely.

 

[Zusk'anosh'ouzu]

Skan just nodded at the woman's answer. He wasn't really sure why she was being so vague with him but the young Chiss was rarely one to be deterred when it came to conversation or something he wanted. Tilting his head further so that his ear was resting on his arm, he stared at the female with a slight pout. She must have something to hide if she wasn't wanting to be very specific so he did what he did best and just changed the subject. If he couldn't talk to her abut one thing, then he was just going to hook her into the convo with a different topic.

"You know, I used to run this clinic out of my apartment but like... people kept bleeding all over my stuff and then some guy showed up, so I decided I should probably move the clinic to a different location so my private life wouldn't be exposed to the world. Cause like, my door didn't have a lock on it." Never let it be said that Skan couldn't talk about anything whenever he felt like it. The statement didn't really have any bearing on the situation at hand but he didn't care. He was going to have to sit there with her, at least until another patient woke up anyway. "Speaking of which, probably should do something about that. A locked door is an important thing on a planet like this." He let out a huff, frowning slightly. "Not that it would matter anyway. It's not like my door is particularly strong." He drummed his fingers on either side of the chair. "What planets have you visited? I've only really been to Coruscant and Nar Shadda for any significant amount of time. And Csilla, but I was really young back then."

This conversation was going to happen whether the female wanted it to happen or not. ​

 

[Herrith Hendarsin]

Herrith took in a pained breath and drew out a long sigh while Skan rambled on about how he had got here. He seemed very eager for conversation, and she really wasn't in the mood, considering she got her ass kicked an hour or so ago. Apparently he had been running his little clinic out of his apartment, which logically probably pissed off his landlord or the owner of the complex. She would be too if something she owned was being used as essentially a morgue.

She grimaced and started to sit up, wincing at the effort and closing the cut open jumpsuit with a hand while the Chiss finished with his comments about where he had been, and asking where she had been. Herrith answered with a scoff.
"Most planets in the Outer and Mid Rim. I'd rather not name them all. Do..you have anything to seal up my jumpsuit? I'd rather repair this thing instead of dealing with being half naked the whole time I'm here and afterwards."

Herrith kept herself from screaming out loud at the burning pain from sitting up. She had to do something to keep herself busy and not irritated by this Chiss doctor.

 

[Zusk'anosh'ouzu]

Herrith REALLY didn't want him to be trying to engage her in conversation did she? Skan's crimson eyes scanned the female as she slowly pushed herself up into a seated position, electing to not help her. If she wanted to put herself into more pain, that was her business but he wasn't about to help her. With his head still rested on his arms, he frowned slightly. Was she in a rush to get out of there or something?

"I could probably give you one of my coats to cover yourself when I think it's alright for you to be walking around." There was still some time before the bone stabilizer would sort itself out properly after all. "You really can't be putting weight on the stabilizer straight away or else it's just going to snap. I'm just going to tell you that since I've warned you to wait, if you don't listen to me, I won't be fixing your leg up again." The words would seem harsh but it was logical to him. He didn't have enough equipment to help patients who wouldn't listen to his orders. It wasn't like the female was going to be stuck there forever. "Do you have somewhere to be?"

I mean yeah, if you want to know something, you should just ask. ​

 

[Herrith Hendarsin]

Herrith sighed in irritation as Skan offered a coat and explained how she shouldn't walk around. Yeah, that certainly wasn't the plan, she wasn't that stupid. Probably. All she wanted to do right now was patch up her jumpsuit, and she certainly wasn't borrowing some moldy old coat. Just needed some bloody stitches, or maybe a sewing kit. Anything that could shut the hole in her suit and possibly shut the Chiss up. Sure, he was just looking for conversation, but starting with personal questions wasn't a smart move. And acting like a child with refusal to help her was just plain rude.

"I have nowhere I need to go as of now, no. Do you have stitches or at least a needle with threads? I've got no intention of walking, I literally just want to fix my clothing. And I don't think I'm willing to take it all off for you to do it."

By now the pain in her chest was just shy of unbearable, and she ignored the tears welling in her eyes as she sat back, enjoying the relief of no burning sensation within her midsection. She sighed deeply and then pulled off her jacket, setting it aside while also unzipping her jumpsuit and pulling her arms out of their sleeves, trying not to cause pain to her stabbed hand. Herrith slipped her upper body from the coating and winced, turning the now free material to locate its rip. She ignored the fact her brands were showing, maybe they could shut him up for once.

 

[Zusk'anosh'ouzu]

Skan wasn't the easiest person to annoy in the Galaxy, but he was definitely getting irritated. He didn't understand why this woman was acting so... well hostile towards him. And he wasn't a sewer or something, so he didn't understand why Herrith thought he was going to fix he clothes for her. Was fixing her body not good enough. A scowl appeared on his face as the Zeltron sat up and he was about to snap are her when his eyes fell on her brands. His mouth hung open for a few seconds before he snapped it shut and clenched his teeth, letting out a long breath to calm himself down. Standing up, he crossed to his medpac and took out a needle and thread, expertly threading the needle. It wasn't really the best way to sew up particularly bad wounds, but it was something.

"I can do it if you want. But, sewing up skin is more my field." He paused, holding out the needle for her to take if she wanted to. "Oh, by the way, I'm not really into females. Well, I'm kind of gay so I'm really not going to be phased if you do take it all off." He scatched his head with his free hand, a sheepish look appearing on his face. "Not that I'd be looking anyway since I'm a professional after all. I've seen everything all before."

Smooth, this Chiss was not.
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@Herrith

 

[Herrith Hendarsin]

Herrith knew she was getting close to annoying Skan. Good. As bad as she felt for being an asshole to a good person, she just didn't have it in her to talk about her personal life and braid his hair for him. The expected reaction to her brands came from the Chiss, a look of shock quickly blown over with neutrality. She tried not to smile or wince and took the needle from his hand as she threaded it through the jumpsuit, expertly closing up the hole from where it had been punctured by his scissors. As she did this, it was revealed that he was not interested in her gender, which was fairly easy to guess due to his uninterested looks at the bare skin beneath her suit.

"Yeah, well, it's a hell of a lot easier to stitch this up when I'm not wearing it. I don't expect you to be staring at my chest, especially since this is a professional environment. So, making this a bit less awkward would be awesome..."

She finished shutting up the cut and inspected her work. Pretty hard to discern. Herrith had gotten a hell of a lot better at this than she used to. Maybe it was a sign that she got hurt a bit too much. The woman handed back the needle and leaned back, grimacing from the pain as she relaxed. Without the tough material over her wounds, this felt a lot better. Minus the Chiss staring at her right now.

 

[Zusk'anosh'ouzu]

Skan averted his gaze as the female sewed her suit up, not because he was interested, but because he thought it might make her feel less awkward. When she was done, he took the needle back and returned it to it's place. He took a moment to stare at the table. What exactly was he supposed to do? He wasn't used to people being this hostile towards his speech. In fact, most people just ignored him or joined him in conversation. It was foreign ground to the Chiss and he wasn't entirely comfortable with it. Letting out an audible sigh, he returned to his seat, making sure to move it back from the cot a little to give her space.

"I'm also just trying to keep an eye on your condition. You lost a lot of blood." He said, resting his elbow on his knee and dropping his head into his open palm. "I guess I'll just shut up then." He pouted, POUTED, and looked away from the Zeltron. He glanced back towards her every couple of moments but other than that he ignored her and let a somewhat uncomfortable silence take hold.
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@Herrith

 

[Herrith Hendarsin]

Herrith ignored her lightheadedness as Skan commented about her loss of blood shortly before pulling an utterly childish move out of nowhere. Pouting and acting like he was the victim. There were no victims in this case, but bloody hell, she just didn't want to answer questions about her personal life. It was that simple. She leaned back in the medical bed and sighed. The quiet certainly wasn't peaceful, and she was starting to regret being an ass now. After a few minutes, she put her hands on her temples and then groaned.

"You're like a bloody child. I'm sorry I hurt your poor little feelings. Boo hoo. Do you got any alcohol by any chance? I've got a hell of a headache."

That likely wasn't the solution to the problem. Once an alcoholic, always an alcoholic. The Zeltron shut her eyes, trying to scare away the pain from appearing in her brain and the nausea from forming due to the negative emotions the two were sharing.

 

[Zusk'anosh'ouzu]

"You do know I just stopped you from dying right? For free? I think asking for a little conversation and being denied is grounds for some pouting."

Skan snapped, his head turning so that he could glare at the Zeltron. Brands of questionable origin or not, he was quickly getting irritated by her attitude. From his point of view, everything he'd said was completely true and he didn't understand why she was reacting this way to him. At the question of alcohol tacked on at the end, he scoffed and shook his head with an incredulous expression on his face. She'd definitely flipped his bitch switch.

"Does this place look like a brewery to you?" He gestured around the almost barren room, sarcasm dripping from every word. He kept talking, his words flowing out like word vomit. "Personally, I don't understand why you've got such a stick up your kriffing ass. Do you not think I have things I'd rather be doing than sitting here being sassed by some girl who decided to bleed their way into my clinic? Which by the way, Im going to have to clean up. Would you prefer if I just undid everything I've done to help you and direct you back out onto the street since you can't be bothered with a little conversation? I'm sure you'd last so long out there, with a re-broken leg and all that bleeding I so charitably stopped." His glare faltered as he realized what he was doing and his mouth hung open before he snapped it shut and he looked away once more, this time in something resembling shame. Letting out a sigh, he ran his free hand over his face and glanced at her. "I didn't mean to-" He stopped and shook his head. "You don't have to be so rude okay? I have feelings and a huge lack of sleep."
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@Herrith

 

[Herrith Hendarsin]

Herrith blinked.

Her face was passive while Skan finished his admirably well-said vent about how well she did at irritating people when she wanted to. Though the Chiss caught himself and seemed ashamed of what he had burst out about. He shouldn't have; it was perfectly warranted to verbally berate her at any random moment in time. She had a knack for being able to cause such hells for decent people. Did she feel bad? No. This guy had some fire to him after all. Hot damn, that was impressive.

She laughed, starting loudly but slowly quieting before replying with a look of humor on her face.
"That wasn't bad. Not bad at all. Here, let me just reply to that first bit. First, I reserve sticks up my ass for certain events only, and certainly only appropriate sticks for said ass in any given time. Secondly, man, you could leave at any time you want. You're just here cause you're curious about everything I do. Third, I'm supposed to bleed in here! It's a medical station! Cleaning it up is also debatably part of the job. Fourth, I did try to pay you, but I passed out before I got to it. Send me the bill, doc. And rude is pretty much what I am, unless you get to know me. I know your feelings are so important, but sleep is probably the more prevalent reason as to why you burst out like that. Speaking of which, damn you've got some fire in you. I'm proud, you almost have the spunk to rant like I can. If I'm drunk, at least."

She crossed her arms, ignoring the pain, and smiled, waiting for whateer hellfire she just accidentally unleashed from this poor soul. Oops?

 

[Zusk'anosh'ouzu]

As he listened to Herrith's 'counter rant', Skan found himself smiling at her words. Not because he was agreeing with her or found it funny. The smile was thin lipped and there was an obvious annoyance in his crimson eyes. He had literally just told her he needed to stick around to watch her and somehow she couldn't understand that very simple statement. Then there was the fact she was acting like he was the one being rude while telling him that it was his job to clean up the mess she made. He had half a mind to go and grab the mop and give it to her to go back out to the main room and fix it up.

"I'm not giving you alcohol. I wouldn't give you any even if I had some." He rolled his eyes, wishing he had just not come in. "You speak really boisterously for somebody who I had to literally drag in here not that long ago." Crimson orbs moved to the water he'd given her earlier. "You haven't even given your body the stuff it needs to recover, so I'd say you don't have very long before you pass out." Letting out a dramatic sigh, he looked at her innocently. He wasn't really the kind of person who wanted to try pushing other peoples buttons, but she'd brought out something in him. "I really hope nobody is coming after you. It would be a real shame if you were just lying here passed out with nobody to protect you, since I'll have to 'go do my job' and clean up eventually."
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@Herrith