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Post by Zephyr on Aug 1, 2015 13:20:10 GMT -5
Ohhh man, Eva was going to kill him.
It was never really directly his fault when he got into shit with the Vigilantes. No, Zephyr was good at talking his way out of a lot of things. It was when the heroics kicked in, the "I have to save this person" mentality, that he ended up in trouble. And how trouble had gotten to him this time, h'ooooh boy. What had started as an argument ended in blades and bullets and, naturally, Magix. He'd managed to avoid anything too serious, but his shoulder ached where an old wound had met knife again, and his head throbbed a bit with the reminder that getting a blow to the temple was never really fun. Ugh, and there was the distinctive pain of a cut lip at the edge of his awareness. Bl e h.
But... where was he? Zephyr had been knocked out in the middle of the fray, and the panic that had come over him was too real. Squeezing his eyes shut tighter for a moment, he slowly blinked them open, trying to adjust to the light of his surroundings. Well, he was in... a place, that was for sure. No sky overhead, just a roof. He sat up, cautiously, just enough that he could be propped up on his elbows. It was clean here, really clean and tidy. It was quite impressive, honestly.
Hesitating still, he did a quick mental check of himself, the otherwise uninjured arm reaching back. Port, check, no mysterious questionable wounds or otherwise on the back of his head, no strange devices hooked up to him... It was about this time that his eyes fell upon a little bell nearby, along with a note. In neat, cute letters, he read a message that instructed the ringing of the bell if anything was needed. Curiosity easily won him over, and he reached for it, giving a little ring and waiting.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 1, 2015 13:22:01 GMT -5
This was..... well, this was something. Though it wasn't as if he had any expectations of what his patients would be like when they walked through (or were carried, as was the case with the current one) through his front door and into the little clinic he ran out of his house, he certainly couldn't say that he had expected this one.
Zephyr.
The pink haired man had been carried in, bleeding and out cold and Attie had been more than a little shocked to find him there. It was equally worrying thanks to the company that had brought him in - there had been a Vigilante that he was familiar with (if you called 'I've reattached or fixed your prosthetic three times in the last few months can you be more careful thanks' knowing someone), and that made him worry - what kind of things was the charming storyteller involved with?
Certainly, the new wounds weren't the only ones that gave him the worry. Stitching and bandaging the young man back up and checking him over for any potential problems had certainly shown that he was no stranger to being hurt and.... it was worrisome, he guessed. Was that just the kind of people that were drawn to him or something?
After fixing Zephyr up and leaving a little note and a bell not far off from him, he went to go do some busywork in his bedroom not far off. A small desk was shoved against the back of his bedframe, and he found himself something to work on. There were a few people whose prosthetics he was working on trying to improve - poorly maintained or broken, needing repair and improvement so that they could use them better - and he had been trying to find ways to do that with what little was available in the slums.
The doctor didn't know how much time had passed before there was the sound of a bell ringing and he sat up suddenly, straining his ears with furrowed brows to make sure that he did, in fact, hear it. When he was sure that he had, he stood and shuffled his things away, peeking out the door with a pleasant smile on his face. Was this going to be a surprise to Zephyr?
Oh, probably. And Attie knew that. Best to just be cheery, then!
"How are you feeling?" He asked pleasantly and softly, approaching and pausing at one of the cabinets to pick up a small light before pausing at the edge of the bed to wait for a response. He figured that Zephyr would probably have a few questions - probably at least one more than others who were dragged to his clinic to wake up in a strange place, seeing as they were acquainted - but those could wait until he checked him over more. Attie wasn't going to let a head injury slip by unchecked.
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Post by Zephyr on Aug 1, 2015 13:23:55 GMT -5
It didn't take long from the moment he rang the bell for the sound of movement to catch his attention, a short ways away and in another room. Slowly, he started forming questions in his mind. Relevant questions that would be best to know so he could figure out how best to beg his sister for forgiveness. How long had he been out? Where exactly was he? Who brought him in? Who helped him?
When a figure entered the room, Zephyr was greeted with a pleasant voice--a vaguely familiar pleasant voice. He blinked a few times, staring at the sweet face and brown hair and seafoam eyes. After a beat, and by the time the other man had reached the edge of the bed, his own eyes went wide and he shot up, weight on his palms rather than elbows now that he'd processed things. "Attie?!---ow, shit," Zephyr froze, hand finding his injured shoulder and lavender eye flinching shut. Okay, maybe he was a little more sore than he originally thought.
Shaking his head lightly, he turned his attention back onto the brunette. "I'm, well, I've been better, but I've been worse too," he responded with a cheeky grin, although the smallest hint of the nervous feeling in his gut slipped into his gaze. "...What are you doing here, anyway? :D;"
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Post by Atticus on Aug 1, 2015 13:34:43 GMT -5
Attie hadn't exactly expected the injured man to sit up so suddenly, though the surprise at seeing him wasn't entirely shocking. When Zephyr jolted forward and was rewarded with a sharp pain for his impatience, Attie half reached out in concern. "Careful!" he warned, "You needed more than just a few stitches, take it easy, please."
He offered a gentle smile after that, coming around the edge of the cot to sit on one next to it. There wasn't a whole lot of room in his little clinic, but it was more than enough most of the time and now that he was a little nearer, he watched a bit as the other moved. He seemed a bit nervous and confused, and though that was always to be expected he wanted to watch im - those pretty lavender and red eyes specifically - for any sign that he may be more dazed than was healthy.
And then came a rather interesting question. Ah yes, what was Attie doing here. He found a small laugh coming to him- it did seem that Zephyr wasn't injured enough to not ask questions and he found it somehow amusing that he was asked why he was in his own clinic. "I live here. This is my clinic, and you are my patient - a significantly more conscious and less bloody one now than when you were carried in by your friend."
Attie paused, letting him take that statement as he would and then shifted a bit nearer, watching him intently. "And more specifically, how are you feeling. Nauseous? Dizzy or anything at all? You seemed to have quite an injury on your head as well."
He'd wait for Zephyr to answer before asking more, before examining him; after all, he seemed to have questions and at least speaking with him was a good sign that he hadn't... damaged anything.
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Post by Zephyr on Aug 1, 2015 13:39:50 GMT -5
The injured man found himself relaxing a little as Attie sat near him, trying to hide the apprehension that had shown itself in his eyes. The brunette really did have an endearing look about him, and it was almost as if he was a natural sort of therapy, he guessed. Like Till, but not a bird, or a robot, or a pet. Okay only slightly like Till, honestly.
Attie's answer to his question came, but not before a small laugh escaped his lips. Zephyr's own lips parted in surprise. His clinic, his patient? ...Attie was a doctor? It wasn't as if he was finding out an earth-shattering secret about someone he'd known for years, but it still felt so... out of place. The brunette was way too sweet to be a doctor. No way.
But, well, all the signs and evidence were there to support his words. Zephyr's hand lifted to touch his temple with the intent to rub it but--ow, nonono too sensitive do not touch. He dropped his hand with another flinch, but at least made an attempt to keep smiling in return. "That's... wow. Um, well, I'm not feeling particularly sick or anything like that, nah. Just kind of sore and, hm." He offered a wink, grinning through the pain. "I'm still all here, yeah? I haven't passed on to the afterlife, have I? Because it's certainly nice to see you again, cutie, despite the circumstances."
Okay that was probably terrible. A light laugh escaped him, and he lowered himself onto his elbows again. Admittedly, sitting up that fast and still being up had made his head spin a little, but he was fine definitely fine. "It was just a tap, m'sure it's nothing to worry about, really." He was most definitely sure of that, of course.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 1, 2015 13:41:08 GMT -5
There was a look of surprise to come over Zephyr's face that seemed so out of place that Attie found himself smiling again, biting his lip to not laugh at the man. Was it that much of a shocker? He'd been drawn to become a doctor so naturally that it didn't seem strange to him, but perhaps to the other it just... was. A softer smile settled on his face as the other talked, a little amused now at the wink even if it seemed forced. He was going to try and use that charm that kind of made him swoon internally a little the first time they'd met to try and get out of being taken care of, wasn't he. Attie definitely recognized the behavior.
Still. As the pink haired man leaned back into the cot, Attie watched for signs of discomfort. He'd seemed like he still hurt more than he said when he'd touched his head a few seconds ago, so it was definitely still warranting a look. Even if Zephyr tried to say otherwise.
"I think I'm the one qualified to be the judge of that," he said, shaking his head with a slightly stern tone to his voice. As in. Do not try to talk out of it, it's not going to happen, he'd dealt with people more stubborn Kyne, people more in denial of their injuries also Kyne, and people who seemed to think they were practically invincible when they certainly were not Kyne again. Zephyr was going to be checked over before he left and that was that. He motioned to Zephyr to lean back forwards, asking, "Sit up a second longer."
He waited for Zephyr to do that, flicking on the little flashlight. He lifted it up, not pointing it towards his face but using it as just a focal point for him to see.
"Don't turn your head, just follow this with your eyes," he said, moving it slowly to the edge of where the man's peripheral would be on one side and then back all the way to the other side, and then back to center. When he was satisfied, he turned it off and said, "And now I know this one's probably silly but, can you reach your hand all the way out and then come back and bring your finger to your nose? Do that and you might convince me that you're in the clear."
And then it was Attie's turn to have a charming smile, not letting Zephyr try to push his way out of it. He may have been a bit timid when they last met but this was his place, where was in charge, and the other would just have to deal with that. "Can't have you hitting your head and forgetting all those fantastic stories."
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Post by Zephyr on Aug 1, 2015 15:51:40 GMT -5
There was definitely something different about how Attie was acting now. He was so much more comfortable and in his element--that's what really sold the fact that, yeah, okay, he guessed the brunette was a doctor after all. In a way, it was a relief; cutie definitely didn't deserve to be so nervous and fidgety. Zephyr almost looked away as he exhaled, but then the other man spoke up again, and he immediately recognized the stern tone in his voice. Well shit.
Brows knitted, Zephyr offered a lopsided grin, but refrained from saying anything in response. He wasn't getting out if this--it wasn't even a question. He could recognize when he'd been beat. "Alright, alright." With a brief moment of hesitation, he sat back up, and within moments Attie was holding up a little flashlight. He blinked once, glancing from the light to the brunette, before giving a little nod and doing as he was told what a good dog /HIT.
"Reach my hand... okay," He furrowed his brow, and instinctively went to lift his right arm--nooonono, probably best to use the one without the shoulder that might be a little upset with him. Zephyr switched hands, reaching out his left and then slowly bringing it back to place his index finger on the tip of his nose. Easy! He flashed a grin at Attie before dropping his hand, and parted his lips to make a comment when the doctor gave him a charming smile that stopped him in his tracks.
The pink-haired man laughed a little, bringing his hand up to rub under his nose. "You flatter me, Doctor Cutie. But I could probably still spin tales from the Great Beyond, to be honest. It's my calling." Zephyr dropped his hand again, smiling so that it touched his eyes. Hey, he didn't need to be trying to talk his way out of things to shamelessly flirt with cute brunettes with captivating seafoam eyes and oops he probably had a really stupid expression on his own face now huh? Another chuckle escaped him, and he tilted his head.
"Well, doc? Are you going to order me to stay so you can keep an eye on me? I can't say I'd be opposed if you were the one checking on me."
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Post by Atticus on Aug 2, 2015 0:30:51 GMT -5
Attie watched as Zephyr listened to his requests, and smiled a bit in relief to see that no, his brain didn't appear to be broken in any noticeable way. He still had his coordination and his attitude, and both were equally important. The latter flashed back as soon as he was done, playing off the storytelling by saying that he could always spin a story and that it was his calling.
"I'd believe that," he answered, tucking the flashlight under his hands where they were folded in his lap. "Anyway. I think your head is just fine; nothing to worry about at all unless you're in a worrying amount of discomfort."
He laughed again at what was said - it wasn't even funny but he just didn't really know how else to react. He was.... was he being flirted with or was this just how Zephyr was? Attie was never a good judge at this kind of thing, really. The laugh, a bit more flustered than confused, was rolled in to the answer to Zephyr's joking question. "I'm not going to make you leave as long as you don't cause any trouble."
He offered a smile, tucking a few loose pieces of hair back behind his ear. "Besides, you could always tell me more stories as payment. Not that I, take payment regularly but- well, you told me you had a part two to the one I heard already. And - - don't worry about trying to explain your injuries or anything like that. I only take care of the patching up, I don't need to know the rest."
The last part had been added almost hastily, as he realized mid-speech that it might have sounded like this was what he was asking for. And while he did worry about the fact that it seemed Zephyr was no stranger to injury, he... wasn't going to dig. Someone he knew as a Vigilante had brought him in, he looked like he got in trouble often -- - he was probably involved somehow and he knew more than well enough that this was something not to get unnecessarily tangled up in. But! At the very least, he could still make sure everyone was okay.
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Post by Zephyr on Aug 29, 2015 4:20:27 GMT -5
Well, not having to leave was a plus. Zephyr could do that -- he could stay out of trouble. ... Yeah okay he could hear Eva scoffing from here; rather, he could not cause trouble for other people, specifically the good doctor here who had a cute laugh and sweet look to his face. Attie definitely seemed like the type of person who didn't deserve to get caught up in anything bad.
"Slow down, tiger, I get it," he responded with a chuckle, raising a hand with his palm out. The whole not needing to know translated into Zephyr's mind as please just don't tell me, which made a lot of sense. If he knew too much, that would make him a potential target. Being privy to histories and situations was the sort of thing that got people killed -- which was precisely why he didn't just come out and describe his everyday affairs to his own little sister.
Shifting in his position, Zephyr leaned forward and rested his arms on his lap. "I do have a part two, you're right, but well, are you suuuure you want to hear it now? What if I was using that as an excuse for you to call me up in the middle of the night because you couldn't sleep?" He closed one eye in a lazy sort of wink, laughing in spite of himself and flashing a grin before he continued. "Then again, you'll be pleased to know it's a rather long story with multiple parts all around. It's an ongoing effort to tell the whole tale, really. The hero Z is too great for a short story." With that said, he brought a hand up to stifle a yawn -- and then his stomach growled. Ooof, he kind of got sidetracked with that whole mess and how long had it been again? Whoops.
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Post by Atticus on Sept 7, 2015 0:26:20 GMT -5
Attie found himself, as Zephyr spoke, leaning in a little nearer to listen, sort of hoping he would get a little bit more story from before. Maybe that was a bit silly, but it was a fun sort of thing and clearly Zephyr enjoyed getting to ramble about stories and tall tales. He was certainly good at it. The doctor took a moment to tuck a stray piece of hair back behind his ear and out of his face, fingertips lingering against the side of his neck as he gave a short answer.
"And who says I couldn't hear some now and then call you up later in the night when I can't sleep and am dying to hear more," he pointed out, the hand in his lap absently turning around the little flashlight. He didn't realize that he'd been fidgeting, but when he did he stopped, hand brought back down away from his neck to hold the other one and his gaze dropped for a second before returning to look back up at the mismatched eyes in front of him. "And I am definitely pleased to hear that there's plenty more to the story. But maybe you could tell me more about it after you've had some rest or something to eat?"
A rather knowing smile came over Attie's face at that - because yes, he'd heard the grumbling noise and it was pretty hard to miss the yawn. Zephyr wasn't the only one who knew how to get distracted and skip meals, though; Atticus had definitely not remembered to have anything to eat yet that day and could probably stand to take care of himself. But first was making sure that Zephyr was taken care of.
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