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SEMI-CLOSED; baby you don't have to live your life in fear

Characters: Soranik Natu & PEOPLE
Date: June. All of it.
Location: All over, but most will probably take place in her clinic/suite. If you want to start a thread or want a thread starter - just PM me and we can throw something up.
Situation: Catch-all log post for June.
Warnings/Rating: None, will change if something comes up.

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[ Jack had been having a positively miserable week, having started to feel under the weather earlier than most. At first he'd thought that he'd just exerted himself too much in the heat but when he'd woken up in the middle of the night in shivering in the Stark Building freezer, he'd known something was grimly wrong. He didn't get cold, he couldn't get cold. He was the Spirit of Winter, it was absurd.

And yet he was.

So most of the week had been spent trailing around behind Pepper or Tony, watching them work from beneath the quilt he wore over his shoulders and around his head like a kitschy bearskin drape and feeling like he had the pneumonia from hell. Yet when the coughing had started, it was almost impossible to stubbornly ignore like the other symptoms because he couldn't get it to stop. It would drag on and on for long minutes, triggering his body to need to breathe even though logically he knew he shouldn't need to -- he couldn't turn it off like he normally could and the more he fought it, the more the magic which simulated his functions of life tried to redouble its efforts. If it hadn't left him gasping all the time, he might actually have laughed at the irony.

Finally it had gotten so bad that he'd forgone his discomfort with the idea and let the Wind carry him (aptly, since he could barely remain upright over enough to fly himself) to EA-3B, knocking on the door before pushing it open anyway, using the frame of the door to brace himself against, already coughing again. ]

( Sora's already halfway across the room at the knock - her hearing came in handy every so often - before she recognizes who it is, one hand reaching for Jack while she - vainly - tries to call up a scan with her ring. )

Damn it.

( a curse, because she's become so used to having whatever she needs at her fingertips that this 'power' dampening is getting on her nerves. but leo was as good as his word, and she has some things available to her. )

Jack?

[ He nods to show he heard her though he cannot answer at the moment. The coughs are harsh and jarring as though he's trying desperately to expel something and yet nothing seems to come out. When it slacks, he looks up at her with an exhausted smile. ]

H-Hey... Doctor Natu...

( she's running through a mental checklist with every second - coming up with possible explanations and dismissing them. chest-- at least leo made her a stethoscope. )

Can you make it in alright?

( she's still by his side, offering a chance for as much support as a tiny neurosurgeon can physically offer. get him in and sitting at the very least before she finds that damned stethoscope... )

[ Another nod, one hand pressed against his chest to try and ease the ache there but moving under his own power inside the Clinic and following her lead. His voice rasps when he speaks, throat scrubbed raw. ]

Sorry to... drop in unannounced...

[ He slowly climbs onto the edge of one of the exam tables, leaning his staff against the wall nearby. Purple-grey bruising pattern his fingers and the backs of his hands, presumably running all over his body and down to bare feet which don't touch the ground from his seat. ]

There is no need to apologize. This will take longer than normal, but--

( she's not going to let it stop her. once she's made sure he's sitting and giving him a once over - the bruising strikes her as curious and disconcerting at the same time - she's off again, digging through the drawers of her clinic for the right equipment. )

I suspected that there may come a time where I could not rely on my ring completely.

( she returns with a stethoscope in her hands and gives him a short nod. )

May I?

( soranik knows she doesn't need to ask further permission, but it's jack and she... assumes that sort of thing should be required with him. past history and all. )

[ If anything, Jack probably feels better that she'll be doing the examination without the ring, though in a situation like this he doubts he actually would have protested. He answers her nod with one of her own, appreciating that she asked permission though she was certainly within her rights not to need it, given that he needed her aid either way. ]

Yeah... go ahead.

It will be cold for a second.

( she lifts the front of his shirt, eyes narrowing at the obvious bruising before pressing the stethoscope to his chest. and while she's not certain if jack can even feel cold from what she knows of him, she figures it's best to warn him when he's in this condition. )

And I am going to need you to take a few deep breaths.

( or as best as he can. )

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[ He cracks a pained smile when she warns him the disc will be cold, at least enough to show he's in good spirits if not in good health. He winces at the instruction though before nodding obligingly. ]

O-Okay. I'll try.

[ He does and though he draws in breath, it doesn't seem to inflate the lungs properly, almost as though the air were disappearing somewhere between his windpipe and the lungs. So instead of hearing breath sounds through the stethoscope, Sora will here a peculiar bubbling noise, followed almost immediately by a crackling. The pattern repeats five or six times, the two noises following each other -- though his chest never actually moves against her touch -- until he tries too hard and something seems to catch, doubling him over with another fit of gasping coughs. ]

[ It had been a long time since he was last a student and even his last visit to his old college had been overshadowed by more pressing duties — in fact, ever since he got called into war his pursuit of scientific exploration had been hopelessly halted and it seemed strange that he wouldn't be able to take it up until he arrived here. This place, between life and death or wherever it was... it had proven to be an unexpected opportunity.

Prim and proper and polite as always, Dååhd made his way to the clinic, gave the door a confident knock and then he waited. ]

( soranik answers the door herself instead of opting to open it with a construct, greeting him with a nod and holding the door open for him to enter. )

Hello Dååhd. Come in, please.

( she's wearing her green lantern uniform - too used to it to change out of it even when she knows it's not required of her. the clinic, however, is clean and well organized - devoid of most medical equipment except for one cobbled together x-ray machine in the corner. it's one of the things she insisted on leo making for her - something she wanted to have on hand if she couldn't use her ring. )

[ He enters with an air of caution, holding himself in the stiff politeness of a man who visits someone's workspace for the first time. Hat held in one hand while the other rests on his back. ]

Thank you. It's very kind of you to sacrifice your time like this. I'm sure you must be very busy.

I manage to keep myself occupied here, but I assure you it is no trouble at all.

( she gestures to a seat for him to take if he wants, moving behind her desk but not sitting just yet. there's a moment of silence as she debates on what to start with. )

It would be best, I think, to start with the changes in basic medicine. Unless you had any objections or wished to learn more about a specific area.

[ He does take a seat, back straight and hands properly folded in his lap. ] Oh no, I trust your judgment. I'm sure we can work out which, ah... weaknesses that needs the most work with time.

( a nod, and then she sits - hands clasped in front of her. )

There are two ways to establish how much we need to cover. I can provide a simulation of a medical injury and you may interact with it as you would a real human, or, if you are able, inform me of the latest developments in the field.

( that way she'd be able to gauge where he was at in terms of her own knowledge of Korugaran medical history. it wasn't perfect, but she'd find a way to adapt. )

Perhaps it would be best to begin with the theory — I do try to stay on top of recent medical developments, although I may not have had the chance to practice them yet.

Very well. ( she pulls out a pad of paper and a pen - option for the non-ring method of taking down notes ) If we could begin with the how you would treat a basic open wound - a simple incision will do, for wound type.

I would clean it out with alcohol and bandage it with linen, if available. If needed, it can be stitched or— [ A beat of hesitation. ] -cauterized, though I've recently learned that is not a method commonly practiced these days.

No, not commonly. ( she writes something down before moving on. ) And treating the different degrees of burns?

Topical ointments, salves... some surgeons suggest camphor, while others prefer to follow the science of the four humors. Hot and cold humoral medicines are typically suited for burns... if you prescribe to that sort of thinking.

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SEMI-CLOSED; baby you don't have to live your life in fear

forward dated to June 22nd; evening

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Backdated to June 14th, day after their first conversation

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