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Remus Lupin (younger) ([info]moontidepull) wrote in [info]thestrangetown,
@ 2008-03-16 21:10:00

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Who: Remus and Owen
What: Look at the nasty cut on Remus' chest
When: Afternoonish
Rating: Not much. Remus goes shirtless. GIGGITY.

Remus sighed, waiting on the shifty sounding doctor to come around. He was rather secretive, and Remus wasn't sure that he liked that... but then again, he was going to be as well. Why should he have to tell the guy where he'd gotten the cut. He just wanted it to stop hurting so damned much. It was the deepest from his last change, and it was over the left side of his chest, going down to his navel, and was red and gross looking. The other cuts from that night were healing nicely, and were even scabbing over... but this one was pretty bad. He hoped that the bloke wouldn't question him about his numerous... numerous other scars criss crossing his torso and back and some across his face. He'd rather just not have to explain...

He heard a knock on the door and he sighed, standing and stretching slightly with a grimace before walking over and opening the door slightly. "Doctor?"he asked softly. He was still wary about a lot of the people in this place.

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[info]moontidepull
2008-03-17 06:19 pm UTC (link)
Remus nodded slightly. "Oh, erm... There's a coffee table in the front room just there, next to the couch. That'd be alright. Anything.. erm... any... thing in particular for drinks? I've got... we've..." he bit his lower lip, thinking. "We've got.. wine and there's vodka, here. Oh, and fizzy drinks if you're not into alcohol. There's probably beer, I don't drink it, but Sirius does..."

He sighed, knowing that he was rambling nervously and that he was fidgeting, but he couldn't help it. He wasn't the most sociable of people. And his chest stung.

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[info]weevilmessiah
2008-03-17 10:47 pm UTC (link)
"Beer'd be alright, thanks," He bit the inside of his cheek as he strolled into the front room. Owen set his kit on the coffee table and started to unpack a few essentials. Normally, he wasn't one for house calls. But at the rate this place was moving, he was ready and willing at a moment's notice. "So, what seems to be the problem?" He asked, with an unusual stiffness. He had always wanted to use that voice with a patient. They were typically dead, so- he didn't get much of a chance to ask.

As he waited for Remus's reply, he pulled out a few cloth bandages and set them next to a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

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[info]moontidepull
2008-03-18 01:52 am UTC (link)
Remus came into the living room with a beer and a glass of wine for himself. He watched him, making a slight face at the sight of the rubbing alcohol. That stuff stung... and he didn't want to be squirming and making noises like a pansy with the pretty doctor here and Sirius liable to walk in at any moment. "I got this cut, you see..." he said, moving to pull his white t-shirt up and off. The cut had stuck to the shirt, and he made a noise as he got it unstuck and tossed the shirt to the side. The cut was nasty, going from his left shoulder, above his nipple and down the center of him to his navel. It was deepest over his chest, where his heart should be, tapering off down his stomach. His other scars were visible, some a fine silvery color, some pinker, fresher. There were a few smaller ones that were scabbed up from this last change, but they were fine. "If there's an... ointment?" He said sheepishly, blushing very slightly at having just offed his shirt like that.

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