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He had set off slowly in search of a cup of tea. Then decided he really ought to visit the cat. Then once he was up there he decided to have a bath, because having survived being beaten to a pulp there was no way he was going to sit and gradually die from lack of hygeine.
Unfortunately he forgot that going downstairs was going to hurt just as much as going upstairs. By the time he is back at the bed, it's very sore.
Which is why the muscle in his abdomen that was threatening to go into spasm yesterday decides to actually go into spasm now. The cup of tea falls to the ground and smashes as he cries out in pain and collapses to the floor, bent double. He gasps and tries not to pass out with the pain.
Stupid muscle. I know you can't keep that up forever.
He pulls himself up onto the bed, curls into a little ball and mentally starts counting to three hundred. Backwards. In French.

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Barry manages to miss the spasm, though not the broken cup on the floor or the curled Guppy.

"Guppy?" He would ask if Guppy is all right, but that would rank among the dumber things he could ask.

Guppy uncurls enough to look up, his face showing the pain.

"Hey."

Barry notices the general state of not-good Guppy is in. "You need a doctor? All things considered, you look pretty bad."

[ooc: back in 20 min. - running to buy comics]

"Yeah, I think I might."

[ooc: Guessing that Amanda's going to find Hank as well, if she has by the time you get back you might want to join the thread below.]

"I'll go look."

[ooc: will join the other thread.]

Amanda comes in to visit Guppy. The broken cup on the floor is immedietly obvious on the otherwise pristene floor. "Guppy, what happened?" trying to keep the concern from her voice. Darting right for his side before thinking to clean up the broken glass.

"Muscle spasm. Didn't like the stairs."

He is clearly in agony.

"Guppy, what were you doing on the stairs?" she asks as she decides to busy herself with cleaning up the broken mug and tea.

"Went for a bath and to check on the cat. Aargh!"

There are beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Amanda, do you think you could find Hank please."

SHe is shaking her head while bent down over the broken shards until she hears his cry. When she hears his cry she jerks up slitting her finger on one of the shards. It heals almost immediately and she doesn't feel it. Rushing to his side taking a cloth and dabbing his forehead. "Of course." she takes off into the Bar in search of Hank.

He curls tighter into a little ball.

Barry comes back, unsuccessful, passing Amanda. He immeidately feels uncomfortable, after his chat with her.

"No luck, Guppy.

"I hate to ask this, but do you now how the diagnostics on the bed work?"

"No need, it's a muscle spasm. I'd treat it myself except a. I'm not supposed to self prescribe and b. I haven't a clue what he's given me already, or how that will interact with any muscle relaxants I come across."

"Ah. Well, is ther anything I can do till someone finds Hank?" Barry wonders if maybe he should have Hank leave a list of do's and don't's for use of his world's drugs.

"A hot water bottle might help. It should stop on its own eventually."

Barry can do that. He quickly looks through the storage locker, taking note of what's in it, and finds a very basic,old-fashioned version of the bottle. He fills it with fairly hot tap water, and brings it over.

"How's the rest of you doing," he asks in what he wants to be a conversational voice.

"Thanks."

He curls around it, looking smaller than normal even.

"Still very sore but I'm stuffed up to the eyeballs with painkillers so it isn't as bad."

"When you're feeling up to it, I'd like to help you organize your thoughts so when you get home, you can file a proper police report." Barry says this as if it's the most natural thing in the world to do.

Amanda comes in with Hank following close behind. She steps out of Hanks way to let him do his work.

Her entire focus is on Guppy and Hank at the moment that she doesn't even notice Barry yet.

"That would be really helpful, thanks Barry."

Guppy uncurls as much as he can and looks up at Hank.

"Thanks for coming. Hope you're not too busy."

Barry finds himself not looking at Amanda. Is he feeling a bit gulity at being a bit judgemental?

"We'll talk later. I don't want to get in Hank's way."

As Barry leaves Amanda finally notices that he is there and makes it a point to avoid eye contact and once he has left she moves to finish cleaning up the mess with the coffee mug.

"I don't think I could be terrible coherent at the moment anyway. My head feels all fuzzy from the painkillers and blood loss."

He still has his hand to his side, clutching the hot water bottle tightly. There is a little blood seeping through his shirt from a wound being reopened by the spasm.

Hank immediately applies the muscle relaxant and some painkiller as well, via the hypo spray. He checks Guippy's vitals and growls to himself as he sees the blood seeping out. He reaches for some new dressings and slowly edges Guppy's shirt out of the way.

"Guppy, my friend. You are trying single handedly to keep the Infirmary in business?"

he gently pats he other man's shoulder.

"That painkiller and muscle relaxant should kick in any second now and then you will feel a little dizzy but no nausea."

(ooc: the internet is giving me fits, cutting in and out.)

"I'm sorry. Thanks."

As the muscle relaxes he takes a couple of deeper breaths to make up for the last few minutes. Then he leans back down flatter, trying to get his head to stabilise again. He looks rather pale.

"I can do the dressing if you're busy."

Having finished cleaning the hazard in the middle of the room Amanda walks up to Guppy, "Don't you dare. If Hank is too busy then I'll do it."

She looks to Hank to see if he minds her doing it.

"Hush both of you. I am not too busy. However, Amanda, I could sue your help in keeping him steady while I place the dressing on him. Just give me a minute to treat the wound..."

He does so, placing a small compound of annysthetic and healing agent againstt he wound after cleaning it, and then nods to Amanda.

"Okay, now hold him steady. Guppy, this is going to hurt, but do your best not to tense, that will make it hurt worse."

Guppy looks up at the ceiling, because it's the only thing that's staying still.

Amanda is holding down firly but not so hard that it would hurt.

Hank nods and gently pushes the dressing pad into place. the medicine hits the wouind and Guppy may feel a sensation of fire for a few mintue sbut then it will fade into soothing coolness.

Then Hank stanas back and watches Guppy, his eyes worried as he monitors his friend and the readings at the same time.

"Now how does it feel?"

Guppy gasps as the firey feeling hits him. Little black spots start to dance before his eyes.

"Like fire."

He takes a few more slow deep breaths and tries not to pass out.

Looking up at Hank, "Is he okay to have tea?" holding on to what she can, remembering that he must have brought in the tea when the spasm started.

Hank nods, still watching Guppy.

"Yes. He can handle food and drinks okay, even if he should go light for the next day or so on ehavy foods, but yes, tea should be fine."

He rests his hand softly on Guppy's shoulder.

"Hang in there my friend."

Pain. Pain. PAIN. PAIN.

Just as the soothing coolness is about to kick in, the little black spots merge, his eyes close and his head drops against Hank's hand.

Amanda was getting back with Guppy's tea when she catches site of him passing out. Standing behind Hank and a little to the right, "Is that supposed to happen?" Amanda has no idea what drugs Hank gave Guppy so no idea how theyare suposed to affect him.

"Sometimes the patient will faitn. I think his wound is bad enough that his litle truip out of bed, which the monitors told on him about, somehow made it a little worse."

he sighs.

"He should be okay when he wakes up, better than he was now, anyway. thje painkiller and the muscle relaxant will last for a number of hours."

Without the pain, his brain slowly stirs him back into consciousness, although he is drowsy now.

"Sorry. I'll not bother with the personal hygeine for a few days."

She places the tea next to his bed. "At least ask for help. Believe it or not we don't mind helping you."

In fact most people that know him and have found out about the attack want to go hurt, maime, or kill those punks.

Hank nods.

"We can hook up something down here, so you can feel clean and still have privacy too, but you must rest for a few days, to let yourself start to heal."

He gently pokes Guppy in an unbruised area.

"You know all of this Doctor. I know it is frustrating but you have to try."

"I will. No more stairs for a bit. Thanks."

He looks a little down. Which is hardly surprising.

Can't even go for a bath without getting into trouble. I'm completely dependent on everyone else around me for even the tiniest thing, being a burden to them all. Can't even cope with a bit of pain without passing out. I'm so weak.
When I get out of here there's going to be some serious prosecution.

Amanda bends down and carefully kisses a non-injured part of his forehead, "Glad to here it."

hank sighs inside, suspecting some of what Guppy is thinking.

"Within a few days you will be up and moving and able to fend fro yourself. And then maybe you should get some physical training. Not to puit too fine a point on it, but your area seems a bit violent. Mayhap, it is time for you to learn how to deal with that. Your decisions but soemthing to think about."

Guppy looks up at Hank. There's a lot to be read in his eyes if you know to look. Fear, vulnerability, but at the same time a determination that someone out there is going to get their ass kicked. Metaphorically.

"I asked Aeryn before, but she can't teach me anything that won't get me arrested. I have to be careful. The last doctor that fought back went down for manslaughter for a few months before winning her appeal. The justice system is not always just back home. But yes, I think it is a good idea."

Placing a hand on an uninjured part of his arm, "I think I might be able to help you with that. I think that you would enjoy something like Kung Fu or another form that is meant for defense rather than offense."

Hank nods.

"And I can help you with a little buit of learning how to take down someone larger than you, and how to take a hit and roll with it. Thinmgs you can do to buy time and defend yourself and not end up damaging the other person."

He smiles wryly.

"When I was young I was awkward and ungainly. I had a lot to learn ndn we all ahve to learn soemtime."

"Thank you. You are very kind, everyone here has been. Back home they would have cleared me out for the bed by now. I hope you never need me to return the favour, but rest assured I will if you do."

He doesn't feel that he deserves it somehow, but perhaps that particular feeling is so deeply embedded that he never could.

He lies back and closes his eyes, feeling woozy from the painkillers.

"It's not a problem." she smiles warmly at him.

"I'll let you rest now. But I will be back tomorrow."

hank smiles and settles back in his comfy chair.

"Rest now, Guppy and sleep if you can. I'll be here if you need anything."

And then he starts quietly tapping his soundless keys on his laptop, working on a small tub design.

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