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Post by Ellie on Aug 23, 2015 23:24:49 GMT -5
God damn it, why didn't she carry more Novigel? Hell, at this point she'd settle for one of the knock off brands. Anything that could potentially stop the pain that was quite literally ripping through her face. She was actually afraid she'd pass out before she reached the clinic she'd heard about in this area. Some place called Canaan that didn't charge and would take anyone in. And the last thing she needed was to be unconscious in the streets of the slums, her neck and clothes sticky with blood.
Work had been painfully slow recently and her bank account was nearing empty. If she wanted to keep the teensy bits of comfort and privacy she had in this city, she would have to get paid and soon. Which was why she'd taken a job from one of the shadier businesses in the slums. Things had gone wrong, as they always did if you were desperate and poor in Novus, and ended with a knife in her mouth. She'd escaped but not without the knife slicing through her cheek and the mod in her eye draining until she was blind again.
She stumbled into the clinic, one hand holding the torn remains of some guy's shirt while the other slammed the door open. "I NEED A DOCTOR!" she yelled in. She fell forward and landed hard on her knees. "And morphine!"
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Post by Levenin on Aug 23, 2015 23:58:39 GMT -5
”Uhh, Nineveh, there’s someone here for you.”
Levenin looked up from the washing bin, hands still dripping wet, as Xi’an glanced around the corner into the supply room. The concerned expression on the doctor's face didn’t bode well for the explanation he was about to give, especially since Xi'an was generally known for dull surprise. Already Lev didn’t like where this was going and it’d been barely 5 seconds. ”For… me?”
”Like, they didn’t search for you in particular but it’s right up your alley and the rest of us are kind of busy upstairs.”
Lev nodded, that feeling of growing reluctance building as he went into the lobby. There he was greeted by a woman, yelling and clutching at what he assumed to be the injury that was causing said yelling. He bent down next to her and refrained from touching anything just yet. A voice somewhere in the back of his mind told him he’d be losing fingers if he wasn’t careful about how to approach this one. ”Umm, what’s the problem?” he asked.
It was difficult for Levenin to get a good look at the source of her pain, but the blood coating her clothes suggested it was going to be a messy fix. Not that he minded. However, as he motioned for the girl to stand and follow him to a sectioned off room, there was something that nagged at him. Deja vu, maybe? She did seem familiar somehow, her personality especially. Lev shrugged it off to actually focus on stopping the bleeding.
He left her for a moment to grab his supplies. ”Well uhh… Let’s get a look at your injury to start with. I promise I’ll try not to touch it too much.”
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Will Punch Your Butthole
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Post by Ellie on Aug 29, 2015 18:15:48 GMT -5
Standing was hard, walking even more so. It was like her body was using the excuse of being near doctors as an excuse to stop letting adrenaline distract from the massive blood loss. But no, she was Ellie fucking Waters and she didn't take something as pathetic as her body's needs as an excuse to start being a wimp. So she forced herself to follow him to what looked like a storage closet had had a messy affair with a school nurse's office. If the wound didn't kill her, the infection probably would.
"Please tell me you have Novigel or something." She reluctantly pulled her hand away, gritting her teeth as the air hit the new extension to her smile and sent a fresh wave of pain through her face. The Novigel she carried on hand had been used up far too quickly and was starting to wear off. The wound was too big to be sealed just with the gel; she needed either stitches or military grade healing gels. Maybe both. Both would probably be best.
Her eye was dead and blind in the socket, so she was only left with one to watch the doctor's movements. Something about him striked as familiar but she was more focused on not fainting. Probably just the blood loss literally getting to her head.
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Post by Levenin on Aug 29, 2015 20:15:16 GMT -5
So far, so good as his newest patient behaved herself, though Lev dreaded how she’d react once the actual healing began. A small grimace escaped through as he saw the wound. A classic Glasgow Grin, as they called it. He’d never seen one in person until now. ”Well, uhh, we do but it won’t be enough,” he explained, pulling out an antibiotic and swab of cotton. ”Unfortunately, we’re going a bit old school tonight. Umm, sorry.”
Levenin pulled up a seat next to the woman and cautiously held the swab up to her face before pressing down as gently as he could. ”This’ll probably sting a little but it’ll reduce infection risk. Luckily, your cut is pretty clean and straight, so I can get even stitching. Uhh, there will probably be some scarring, though…”
Somehow, he didn’t think this woman would have an issue with scars, seeing as how her face seemed to have quite a few already. Of course, Lev refrained from saying so for fear of accidentally setting off any pent up rage. Pain equalled cranky patients. Even then, he maintained dangerous eye contact with her as he slowly cleaned. Levenin wasn’t sure what it was but there was a familiar air about her. ”If you like, I could give you a quick painkiller before I start the stitching.”
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Post by Ellie on Aug 29, 2015 20:43:50 GMT -5
"Fffffuck!" she hissed at the touch to her cheek but forced herself not to jerk away. God damn it, why didn't she just become a scientist or a model like her parents wanted? They didn't have to deal with having their faces sliced up nearly as often as Ellie did with her current careers. She was going to punch a building in half after this was done. That or hunt down everyone connected to the pricks that cut up her face and force them to eat their own small intestines.
"I'm okay with scars." The remark was more biting than she intended, but fuck it, she was in pain. She dug her fingers into the edge of the table and locked her eye on the needle and thread. Old fashioned was right. So much for the military grade gels. Oh well, the scar should look badass at the very least. "Might not be a bad idea, Doc. Maybe something I can bite down on so I don't break my damn teeth."
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Post by Levenin on Aug 29, 2015 23:58:53 GMT -5
If this was how she handled a soft ball of cotton, no way she’d handle a needle without socking him a few times. Levenin was grateful for her insistence on a painkiller and he hurriedly fetched the appropriate syringe. ”I-It’s not as bad as it looks, really!” he said as soon as he saw the woman’s face tense at the sight of the sedative. ”I mean, the, uhh, stitches. And this too. It hits you as soon as it, uhh… hits you. Oh yeah, lemme get something…”
Why was he so nervous? It was so routine. He’d dealt with people much scarier than her, who’d actually threatened him on occasion. And yet he had thoughts that if he stepped out of line, Lev would be shaken with great gusto, slashed mouth be damned. He handed her a cloth to bite down on before sticking the pain reliever squarely in her cheek. ”S-Sorry, I should’ve asked you before I gave you the shot but is there something I can call you? Just so I don't refer to you as just... you.”
Should he ask? With her mouth pretty stuffed and novicane going directly into her nerves, it was the perfect time to pose a personal question, wasn't it? "You don't have to say anything but... You seem oddly familiar. I guess you remind me of someone I met a long time ago... I-It means nothing. Just wanna take your mind off of things. It seems you've, umm, had a rough day so uhh... Whatever I can do to help."
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Post by Ellie on Oct 14, 2015 20:19:01 GMT -5
God she hated needles. The sight of them always made her stomach clench; reminded her too much of when she was a kid.
"Stop fussing. We need to see where we went wrong with your coding."
But she nodded, biting down on the cloth just in time for the doctor to stab her face with the needle. It took a lot of willpower to not reach out and sock him in the jaw for not giving her a warning, but she managed. And sure enough, she could already feel the pain starting to fade from a stabbing throb to a dull ache. If it wasn't for the air hitting her exposed gums and the taste of blood on her tongue, she might even forgot the cut had gone fully through.
Her name? She thought a moment about what name to give; her face paint had almost been completely rubbed off by this point and her hood was down. The doctor wouldn't know her, but she didn't want to run the risk of placing her alias with her face. "Ellie." She grunted the truth around the cloth still clenched in her teeth. And now that the doc had mentioned it, she was drawn back to the familiar feeling she'd had with him. Where did she know him from?
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Post by Levenin on Oct 21, 2015 0:34:46 GMT -5
The woman gave an answer muffled by cotton and novicane, but Lev think he understood it well enough. ”Ellie?” he clarified with some sadness in his voice. He’d been hoping that maybe a name would help him place who she was. "Ellie", however, left him as in the dark as before. "Well, uhh, you can call me Nineveh, if you haven't heard that already."
Maybe he didn’t know her, just someone who resembled her. Though as he took a better look at her face while threading the needle, that couldn’t have been it. Her appearance was unique, to put it shortly, what with the scars adorning what little of her neck he could see and the hairstyle leaving a visible NUIP port. Certainly not too many of those types had crossed his path.
”I… don’t suppose you’ve been in the High Class? Not recently or anything but… a few years ago?” Levenin asked before finally seating himself next to Ellie for the main course of this operation. She didn't seem at all like a High Class girl but visiting the district as a Slum dweller wasn't completely unheard of. ”Sorry, don’t answer that. That’s too personal. Sorry…”
He was curious, yes, but it wasn’t his business. Also, he didn’t need to have her mouth moving while suturing it back together. ”I’ll be quick, I promise. Hopefully you won’t feel any pain, just pressure. Err, sorry if you already knew that, I only wanna make sure. It makes people feel better to know the process, I think. It’s a habit of mine.”
As he drove the needle into her cheek for the first set of loops, Lev knew this couldn’t have been her first time dealing with stitches anyway.
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Will Punch Your Butthole
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Post by Ellie on Oct 25, 2015 23:09:25 GMT -5
Her back tensed when he asked about being high class and she narrowed her eye at him. She'd done a good deal to separate her looks from when she'd lived in the high class. Everything about how she looked was a spit in the face of what she'd been while rotting away in her parents' home. The only thing linking her to then was her name; and even then, only because her family was a smaller name unless you were in the right circles. And she didn't really think a slumming doctor would find himself around them.
As quick as he asked he seemed to lose his nerve. Oh. Okay, so he had no backbone, that was useful to know.
She watched his face, trying to ignore the way the stitches tugged at her face or the dull sting each time the needle stabbed into her flesh. She hadn't gotten stitches in a while. A realization dawned on her as she watched him fret and worry.
"You're the fucker that cost me my eye."
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Post by Levenin on Oct 25, 2015 23:27:12 GMT -5
”I’m the what?”
Lev paused in the middle of a stitch to look at what he assumed was the eye in question. Hard to miss the one with the nasty-looking scar over it, probably her most striking feature besides the scowling and impressive biceps. He nearly dropped his forceps when he thought closer on it. Of course, where had he seen all of those things before, at least on the same person?
”Are you… her?”
Her, such a vague pronoun. But she'd never told him her name five years prior. Normally, this kind of a reunion would’ve been more merry. Acquaintances were few and far between already. Levenin’s first instinct was to thank her profusely for her service, as he hadn’t had the chance to do so at the time. But all he could feel was pure fear that this woman was more than capable of breaking him in half and seemed about ready to. How was it that he was lucky enough to attract people who held grudges for so long?
”Uhh…” Was it safe to keep stitching, or would that set her off? ”I thought you seemed familiar, but I couldn’t think of… I’m, uhh, glad you’ve been doing well since then. You disappeared right after without a word…”
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