Post by shezu on Dec 1, 2010 8:02:15 GMT 7
Me: *Curled up on the floor, staring off into space.*
Nahem: *Looks up from his book and looks at me.* What are you doing?
Me: . . . .
Nahem: *Raises eyebrow.* Wordlace?
Me: . . . .
Nahem: *Gets up out of the chair and crouches in front of me, wings ruffled.* Hey! Stop ignoring me.
Me: . . . . .
Nahem: Oi~ Donald to Wordlace~ Come back, Wordlace.
Me: . . . . .
Doc: *Walks in.* Finally. You were suppose to check in with me an hour ago.
Nahem: *Looks up at Doc and grins sheepishly.* Oops. Sorry about that. Got lost in the book I was reading.
Doc: *Approaches him and pulls him to his feet.* Of course. *Rolls his eyes.* *Does a quick exam.* Hm. . .
Nahem: Well?
Doc: You seem to be healing nicely. Your fever has gone down and you color is back. How do you feel? Are you still tired?
Nahem: A little, but a lot less than before.
Doc: Good. And you've been taking those vitamins I gave you, right?
Nahem: *Nods.* Yep, every day.
Doc: Good. If only all of my patients followed the rules. *Looks at me.*
Me: . . . . *Is still staring off into space, aka, the ceiling.*
Doc: What's the matter with her? *Turns to Nahem.*
Nahem: *Shrugs.* I have no idea. I think she might be broken or something. *Chuckles.*
Doc: *Rolls his eyes.* Word? *Crouches down next to me.*
Me: . . . . . .
Nahem: I've already tried, she doesn't respond.
Doc: *Looks up at Nahem.* Hm. . . *Looks back down at me.* What's the matter? *Brushes some of the hair out of my face to get a better look.* Her cheeks are flushed.
Nahem: Do you think she caught was I had? *Is worried now.*
Doc: Let's hope not. *Shakes me by the shoulders.* Wordlace? Wordlace!
Me: . . .
Faolan: *Walks in.* I thought I heard you. What are you doing out of the medbay, Doc?
Doc: *Ignores him.* *Shakes me harder.* Hey! Look at me!
Faolan: Doc. . . what are you doing? *Walks up to them.* *Absently,* Hey Nahem.
Doc: Her cheeks are flushed and she doesn't respond. I think something's wrong with her.
Faolan: *Stares at me for a moment.* . . . Move Doc. *Walks up to me.*
Doc: *Gives Faolan a look but gets up.*
Faolan: *Crouches next to me.* Wordlace.
Doc: I believe we've already tried that.
Faolan: *Looks up at him.* Move to the side, I need a clear shot to the exit.
Doc: What? Why??
Nahem: Faolan?
Faolan: Just move.
Doc: *Does so.*
Faolan: *Takes a deep breath.* She's so going to kill me. *Punches me, hard, in the arm.*
Me: *Eyes widen and head snaps in his direction.* Faolan! What the hell'd you punch me for?!? *Evil eye.*
Faolan: *Gulps and tries to explain.* You were about to be transfered to the medbay because you were so deep in your daydream.
Me: That's still no reason to punch me! *Growls at him.*
Faolan: *Looks scared.*
Nahem: *Cuts in innocently,* You were daydreaming? What about?
Me: *Cheeks flush an even darker pink.* *Curls up in a ball and buries face in my knees.* Nothing. . .
Nahem/Doc/Faolan: *Look at each other, eyebrows raised.*
Nahem: *Looks up from his book and looks at me.* What are you doing?
Me: . . . .
Nahem: *Raises eyebrow.* Wordlace?
Me: . . . .
Nahem: *Gets up out of the chair and crouches in front of me, wings ruffled.* Hey! Stop ignoring me.
Me: . . . . .
Nahem: Oi~ Donald to Wordlace~ Come back, Wordlace.
Me: . . . . .
Doc: *Walks in.* Finally. You were suppose to check in with me an hour ago.
Nahem: *Looks up at Doc and grins sheepishly.* Oops. Sorry about that. Got lost in the book I was reading.
Doc: *Approaches him and pulls him to his feet.* Of course. *Rolls his eyes.* *Does a quick exam.* Hm. . .
Nahem: Well?
Doc: You seem to be healing nicely. Your fever has gone down and you color is back. How do you feel? Are you still tired?
Nahem: A little, but a lot less than before.
Doc: Good. And you've been taking those vitamins I gave you, right?
Nahem: *Nods.* Yep, every day.
Doc: Good. If only all of my patients followed the rules. *Looks at me.*
Me: . . . . *Is still staring off into space, aka, the ceiling.*
Doc: What's the matter with her? *Turns to Nahem.*
Nahem: *Shrugs.* I have no idea. I think she might be broken or something. *Chuckles.*
Doc: *Rolls his eyes.* Word? *Crouches down next to me.*
Me: . . . . . .
Nahem: I've already tried, she doesn't respond.
Doc: *Looks up at Nahem.* Hm. . . *Looks back down at me.* What's the matter? *Brushes some of the hair out of my face to get a better look.* Her cheeks are flushed.
Nahem: Do you think she caught was I had? *Is worried now.*
Doc: Let's hope not. *Shakes me by the shoulders.* Wordlace? Wordlace!
Me: . . .
Faolan: *Walks in.* I thought I heard you. What are you doing out of the medbay, Doc?
Doc: *Ignores him.* *Shakes me harder.* Hey! Look at me!
Faolan: Doc. . . what are you doing? *Walks up to them.* *Absently,* Hey Nahem.
Doc: Her cheeks are flushed and she doesn't respond. I think something's wrong with her.
Faolan: *Stares at me for a moment.* . . . Move Doc. *Walks up to me.*
Doc: *Gives Faolan a look but gets up.*
Faolan: *Crouches next to me.* Wordlace.
Doc: I believe we've already tried that.
Faolan: *Looks up at him.* Move to the side, I need a clear shot to the exit.
Doc: What? Why??
Nahem: Faolan?
Faolan: Just move.
Doc: *Does so.*
Faolan: *Takes a deep breath.* She's so going to kill me. *Punches me, hard, in the arm.*
Me: *Eyes widen and head snaps in his direction.* Faolan! What the hell'd you punch me for?!? *Evil eye.*
Faolan: *Gulps and tries to explain.* You were about to be transfered to the medbay because you were so deep in your daydream.
Me: That's still no reason to punch me! *Growls at him.*
Faolan: *Looks scared.*
Nahem: *Cuts in innocently,* You were daydreaming? What about?
Me: *Cheeks flush an even darker pink.* *Curls up in a ball and buries face in my knees.* Nothing. . .
Nahem/Doc/Faolan: *Look at each other, eyebrows raised.*
