02-22-2019, 02:18 PM
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 two days. that was all the information he compiled as the other began to scream out of frustration. he gazed at the other, stoic. he supposed he should let the other’s actions slide, seeing as he was probably faced with a lot of trauma, and perhaps all of the shock from whatever traumatic event was beginning to wear off. he waited until the other stopped screaming before saying, “alright.†and that was all he really felt to say on that topic. everybody had their own upsetting history; sometimes it really felt like screaming would make it all better. to mick, though, screaming just seemed like a waste of energy, a waste of time. it was a lot easier to drown sorrows with cigarettes and alcohol. he wasn’t going to push his bad habits onto anyone else though; they were his person choice of poison, and he wasn’t going to taint others with the same habit.
as they finally made it into the lodge, he helped to guide the other man into the lodge. the man had invited himself to rest in a chair- and it wasn’t exactly the most convenient place for mick to do his dirty work, but he supposed that he didn’t quite have a choice at this moment. he moved the other’s sleeve carefully to take a look at the injury, finding himself hum to himself in thought. this was going to be risky, and dangerous, but at this point, he really didn’t have a choice. “somebody get me a med kit, some towels and-†he paused for a moment, sucking in a quick breath before adding;
“and somebody find me a saw.â€Â
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after all was said and done, mick could only then wipe the sweat of concentration off his brow. it had been quite the procedure, but all he could truly hope was that it all hadn’t been in vain. he just wanted the best for all of his patients; granted, this wasn’t necessarily the hospital setting he’d always dreamed of working, but it was as close to it as he was going to get. he’d gone through the best of amputating the arm- above the elbow, trans-humeral… not exactly a procedure in which he specialized, but one that he had successfully managed to do, nonetheless. the man’s arm had been carefully cauterized to prevent infection and blood loss, and honestly… mick felt like he had done a good enough job. it was all in rin’s hands to fight to live, now, he supposed.
 two days. that was all the information he compiled as the other began to scream out of frustration. he gazed at the other, stoic. he supposed he should let the other’s actions slide, seeing as he was probably faced with a lot of trauma, and perhaps all of the shock from whatever traumatic event was beginning to wear off. he waited until the other stopped screaming before saying, “alright.†and that was all he really felt to say on that topic. everybody had their own upsetting history; sometimes it really felt like screaming would make it all better. to mick, though, screaming just seemed like a waste of energy, a waste of time. it was a lot easier to drown sorrows with cigarettes and alcohol. he wasn’t going to push his bad habits onto anyone else though; they were his person choice of poison, and he wasn’t going to taint others with the same habit.
as they finally made it into the lodge, he helped to guide the other man into the lodge. the man had invited himself to rest in a chair- and it wasn’t exactly the most convenient place for mick to do his dirty work, but he supposed that he didn’t quite have a choice at this moment. he moved the other’s sleeve carefully to take a look at the injury, finding himself hum to himself in thought. this was going to be risky, and dangerous, but at this point, he really didn’t have a choice. “somebody get me a med kit, some towels and-†he paused for a moment, sucking in a quick breath before adding;
“and somebody find me a saw.â€Â
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after all was said and done, mick could only then wipe the sweat of concentration off his brow. it had been quite the procedure, but all he could truly hope was that it all hadn’t been in vain. he just wanted the best for all of his patients; granted, this wasn’t necessarily the hospital setting he’d always dreamed of working, but it was as close to it as he was going to get. he’d gone through the best of amputating the arm- above the elbow, trans-humeral… not exactly a procedure in which he specialized, but one that he had successfully managed to do, nonetheless. the man’s arm had been carefully cauterized to prevent infection and blood loss, and honestly… mick felt like he had done a good enough job. it was all in rin’s hands to fight to live, now, he supposed.