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Orlin winced as he sat on a chair, ignoring the operating table after judging it was too high.

"Mostly."

Guppy lowers the bed and offers a hand.

"Here, you'd be better off lying flat."

He sets the scanner to check for any other damage.

"I need a little more clarification on the 'mostly' part. I can't give you any human drugs unless I know they are safe to use on you."

Accepting the help, Orlin layed out on the bed and watched with intrest as Guppy moved about him.

"I'm an Ancient. I'm of the race that preceeded the modern evolution of the humans. So when I say mostly, I really mean more evolved."

Guppy nods.

"Okay, well that sounds like you might be okay, but I have no way of knowing unless we try it. It's up to you whether you want me to give you painkillers designed for humans. They may work as normal, or they may give you an adverse reaction which may be dangerous. Or they may not work at all. Considering the severity of your wound, I'm giving you the choice armed with the knowledge that it may be dangerous. Do you understand?"

He puts rubber gloves on then very gently examines the wound, satisfying himself that nothing major has been severed.

"Any loss of sensation, or pins and needles?"

"They should work fine," Orlin affirmed then closed his eyes as Guppy examined the wound, "It just... hurts."

"Can I take that as your consent? I'm sorry, I have to be sure."

He glances at Orlin's head. "Hey, stay awake for me Orlin. This shouldn't take too long. I need as much medical history as possible. You have any long term medical conditions I should know about? And did you see how long the blade was?"

He opened his eyes and made a face.

"I have no idea. I haven't had a body to have a medical history in thousands of years. But I don't believe so."

Pausing, he thought back to the knife, "I'd say the blade was about five six inches."

"I'd say that's pretty significant. And I still need consent for the drugs, sorry but it's important."

He winces at the reported blade size.

"Okay, the scanner reckons you've been lucky. The blade hasn't severed any major vessels. I'm going to put some pressure on it and try to slow the bleeding more quickly."

He puts a large clean pad on the wound.

"I give you my consent," orlin supplied through gritted teeth as the pad was placed onhis thigh, "Just, it hurts ok?"

[ooc: *kicks Gmail* Sorry about that]

Guppy nods, drawing up a syringe of morphine.

"This is morphine, it should act pretty quickly. Let me know if you start to feel at all unwell, okay? Short sharp scratch coming up."

He injects the painkiller with barely a scratch.

"Your treatment is up to you now. Either I can sort out your wound with a device for healing skin quickly, or I can seal it with glue or stitches. In either case, you're going to have to take it very easy for a couple of days, but the skin healing device will allow you to be up and about more quickly."

"I'd like the skin healing device please," Orlin said quietly, looking pale after that needle.

It seemed that he had a fear of sharp pointy things that he hadn't known about.

"No more needles."

"Okay, just try and relax."

He glances at Orlin's face. "Take slow deep breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth. The painkiller will kick in in a minute.

He gets the skin fuser.

"Hold still, this won't take long."

He cleans then sets to work on the wound, making sure to go as deeply as he can. The skin knits itself back together with a slightly warm tingly sensation.

This was fascinating, "Do you think," Orlin asked, watching in rapt fascination, "That I could tak e a look at this fuser? That technology there is amazingly advanced."

"Sure, just let me finish your leg."

He takes a couple of minutes, then passes it over.

"How does your leg feel?"

Carefully, Orlin lifted it and moved it about.

"Better? I mean, it doesn't feel like it's been stabbed just recently. But it's not one hundred precent either."

"It won't be for a few days. You need to go easy on it, gentle exercise, not running, for at least two or three days. It may be a week or two before you can use it normally."

He approaches the other end of the bed.

"Right, now what did she do to your nose?"

Both eyes where turning black and the nose itself was getting very swollen.

Looking at it crosseyed orlin supplied the helpful anser of, "I think she bent it."

Guppy nods, looking closely at the nose before he runs the scanner over it.

"Okay, that's definitely broken. I can fuse it with the bone fuser or strap it up in the right place."

He winced, "Just do whatever you think appropriate."

"Well back home I'd strap it up, but we don't have bone fusers back home. You're the patient, it's up to you what I do."

"Then we'll go with what you have done the most. Strap it up." Orlin replied, one eye now closed from the swelling. Quite a beaut it was.

Guppy does so, after checking the alignment. Orlin has an interesting arrangement of micropore tape by the time he's finished. He then sends the infirmary waitrat off for some ice.

"How are you feeling other than the obvious? Did she knock you out at all?"

"Fortunately for the scrap of dignity I have left, no," Orlin mutterd, "It's very embaressing."

"I know what you mean." Guppy replies, rubbing at the fading bruise around his own eye.

He finishes Orlin's nose and checks to make sure it's still in line. He then passes him the ice from the waitrat, wrapped in a thin cloth.

"Providing you're going to go easy on your nose, you don't need to leave that on too long. How are you feeling, other than embarrassed?"

Considering that he had lost a bit of blood, and his nose was broken, the "Slightly dizzy, slightly sick," answer seemed appropriate.

Guppy nods.

"Okay, well I'd like to keep you in at least overnight so that we can keep an eye on you. Our infirmary waitrat Aesclepius can get you anything you need in terms of food and drink." He pours the man a glass of water and puts it next to him.

"Your scan is okay at the moment, but we have to be careful with head injuries, even if you weren't knocked out."

Orlin nodded and lay back on the bed.

"I know, thank you."

Guppy nods.

"I'll be just through there, in the office. Call me if you need me. The machines will tell me if anything else happens."

Orlin nodded, starting to feel the morphine now.

"Thanks Guppy."

"Any time. Let me know if you need a witness for Security."

He bustles around, checking the moniters for a moment, then heads into the office to write up the paperwork.