Sage Monroe (turnitup) wrote in cotic, @ 2016-11-21 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | micah, sage |
Strictly Professional
Who: Sage and Micah
Where: The Hospital
Sage laid back on the hospital bed, impatiently tapping at the side rail as he stared at the ceiling. He'd have never made it to the hospital without Thea. The nurses had been impressed with her handmade split of branches and fabric, but that didn't prevent the damage he'd already done. Apparently he'd done more than roll his ankle, something he'd been worried about when he'd been unable to put any pressure on it at all without a spike of pain shooting up his body. It wasn't even the good kind of pain, but the kind that sent him crumbling to the ground with a curse. It felt like forever since he arrived, since they'd poked at his ribs and ankle, then performed x-rays. Another bad sign, he decided, but he'd have to wait and see what the doctor had to say.
Micah had been handed the chart and the xray when he got to the nurses' station after his last set of rounds and he spent a few minutes looking at the pictures and the chart before heading to the appropriate room they'd left his patient in. He was pleased with the quality of the X-rays, not used to that, even in his old ER. He let himself into the room, eyes still on the chart for a moment before looking up. "Sage?" he asked, then blinked, once, twice, not really sure what he'd been expecting, but that was not it.
Sage looked up when the door opened, a grin slowly spreading across his face. This couldn't be the doctor. Doctors only looked this good in movies or on television. He was distracting in the best possible way and Sage sat up, ignoring the pain in his ribs to face the doctor. "Yes?" he asked, raising a pierced brow.
Micah cleared his throat and stepped further into the room, holding out a hand. "Doctor Worthington," he greeted, smile where it belonged, bedside manner in place. He would not be derailed by the cute kid with bright red hair. He had a boyfriend. He went to the light box, hanging up the X-ray that showed the most damage. "So..a tree?"
"Nice to meet you," Sage said, shaking the doctor's hand and definitely not thinking about what it would feel like for him to be touching any other part of his body. Anywhere else. His eyes ticked tot he x-ray. "It attacked me. I was just minding my own business and it pushed me out," Sage said. "Are you sure you're a doctor? You don't look like a doctor."
Micah smiled, fighting back a little chuckled. "They do that," he said. "The ones in the Wizard of Oz threw apples at people." At the question he nodded. "I am. Were the scrubs and lab coat not enough?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out the stethoscope he carried and looped it around his neck. "Better?"
"Well, it wasn't that bad, though they did more damage. Was scared for a moment I was going to lose a piercing," Sage said, rubbing his chest. That would have seriously killed. He was still sensitive where the bark had scraped him up. "It could be a doctor costume. Models wear them all the time," he smiled. So did strippers. Sage wondered if scrubs came in tear away. "Now the uniform's complete. I assume it works?"
Piercing. Well, that was information that Micah didn't need to know on a professional level. Or a personal one either. He smiled though, not able to help himself. "Well, looks like you're mostly alright." He held out the instrument, ready for Sage to try. "Not a model, just a doctor." He smiled again, then looked back at the X-rays. "Sadly though, you're in rougher shape than Dorothy."
"Mostly," Sage agreed, giving Micah a smile. He really could be a model. Surely, he knew that. "Yeah, Dorothy could walk after her run in with the trees. I'm not sure I can," he said, making a face. He'd broken bones before, but none that prevented him from walking. Sage really hoped he hadn't broken it.
Micah looked back at the X-rays and nodded. "Your ribs are okay, well not broken, but the ankle..." He went back to Sage, moving to the end of the bed to look at the foot. "Thankfully we don't have to do a ton to set it, but it'll need a cast."
Sage groaned, flopping back against the cot, something he immediately regretted as he clutched at his ribs. "I was afraid of that," he said, sighing dramatically. "For how long? Can I hop around on crutches? Or is that bad for my ribs?" He'd die if he couldn't use crutches. He would not be confined to a chair. That would be horrible. Life threatening, even.
Micah looked at the foot, but he saw the way Sage clutched his side. "But still bruised I think," he said. He moved around, nodding to Sage's shirt. "May I?" he asked, wanting to lift it up. "You can probably use crutches, or maybe a walking cast."
"Yeah, sure," Sage said, pushing his shirt up so Micah could get a better look at his ribs. The first fall through the trees was what had hit his ribs and scraped up his chest, the second fall to the ground doing the damage to his ankle. Sage still couldn't believe he'd managed to hurt himself so bad completely sober. "Bruised?" he asked, "What's a walking cast?"
Micah looked at the scrapes, the bruises, fingers light as he touched. "I think bruised. How's this feel?" he asked, fingers pressing a little harder. He doubted it would feel good, but he was still gentle.
Sage cringed, his hands balling into fists, but he didn't pull away. "Like... bad pain," he said, wondering if that made sense. "Not like death or anything, and definitely not as bad as my ankle, but not something I'd like you to do again." Which was sad, really, because he liked Micah's fingers on him otherwise.
Micah nodded. "Bruised. Let's set your ankle, then I'll clean up the scrapes and wrap your ribs." He went to the other end of the room, grabbing a few things he'd need before drawing a tray closer to Sage and slipping on a pair of gloves. "I'm going to give you a bit of anesthetic before I set it so it won't hurt as much. No issues with needles, right?"
"No," Sage answered with a little laugh. "Do I look like I'd have issues with needles?" With all his piercings and tattoos, he'd hope he'd be fine with a shot, but he guessed that was different for some people. "It's not anything addictive, though, is it?" Because that was his greater worry. He'd put up with the pain, rather than take pills for it.
"Some people can have arms of tattoos and panic at the sight a need," Micah said, prepping the syringe before shaking his head. "Nothing like that. It'll just numb the area around your ankle so that when I set it, you don't shout. He prepped the area then gave Sage the shot, pulling away after he put the syringe away. "We'll get that a moment to kick in."
"I don't know how they do it," Sage smiled. "You'd think getting stuck once would be nothing compared to hundreds of times, over and over. Or maybe they get their tats blindfolded. Though I guess the visual is different. A tattoo gun doesn't look anything like that," he said, nodding towards the syringe in Micah's hand. The shot was nothing, a bit of pain, but there and gone before he could really think much about it. "How long 've you been here?" he asked, waiting for the shot to kick in. "Like it so far?"
"It's all about the visual. And involuntary versus voluntary is a big deal." Micah patted Sage's good leg with a smile. "Few months. And yes. I do. It's quieter than what I'm used to, but I'm happy." He went back to the X-ray, studying it before moving back to Sage. "You?"
"That's true of a lot of things," Sage said thoughtfully. Things that were his choice were always more enjoyable than anything someone was trying to force on him. "I was thinking it was quiet. Like, I think I was the biggest emergency in the ER, and that says a lot," he smiled. "I've been here... a week or two? It's definitely different. I wanted a break from everything moving so fast and this is, like, a complete halt. I need to find that middle ground or I'll go crazy."
"It's a change," Micah agreed. "But I've found ways to keep myself busy. You'll find something." He went back to Sage's foot, pressing his fingers against the ankle. "Can you fee that?"
"I'm sure," Sage smiled. "Hopefully something better than falling out of trees." He knew the problem was that he didn't take his medication, but he'd always had something to distract him when they were touring or creating an album. Here there were no such distractions. "Kind of, but not really," Sage said as Micah poked at his ankle.
"Yes," Micah said. "I'd recommend staying way from trees, they seem to have it out for you." He smiled at Sage, still poking at his ankle, but watching Sage as he felt the bones out. Before he was done talking, he'd pushed the bones back where they needed to be and pulled back. There would be some discomfort, but hopefully Sage had been distracted enough.
"Heights in general. I have a skill for falling," Sage shrugged. "I've broken other bones before, but never any that prevented me from walking." He was either a klutz or he wasn't paying attention when he should be. Sage had the feeling it was the later. "Was that it?" he asked, watching as Micah pushed the bones into place.
"Not quite the skill to have," Micah said but hummed in assent when Sage asked he was done. He pulled his rolling table over again, this time getting out the cast supplies so he could wrap Sage's foot. "You'll be fine. Promise. The ribs are going to annoy you more than this will. But you should do your best to keep it elevated for the first few days or whenever it's sore."
"I have other skills," Sage said with a little smirk. "Some of them would make you blush." And some of them he'd like to use on the doctor. It really wasn't something he needed to think about while Micah was bending over him, tending to his foot, but Sage had a problem keeping his mouth shut. "I can do that. How long before you think I can walk on it again?"
The statement alone would have made Micah blush anywhere but at the hospital. He was in his element here and Sage was hardly the first patient to flirt with him. It was a relief, because anywhere else he would have been floored at the idea of someone so young and vibrant being so open while flirting with him. "I'm sure you do," he said with a smile, face passive and unreadable. He finished off wrapping the cast before motioning for Sage pull up his shirt again. "A few weeks. We'll wait four and have it x-rayed again, see how it's healing."
Sage's expression shifted from a smirk to a soft smile as he watched Micah, curious as to what was going on in his head. He wasn't trying to get a reaction out of Micah, but realized that he often did. People were usually flattered, shocked, embarrassed, or offended. They weren't... whatever this was. Sage couldn't tell, and it made Micah more interesting as a result. "Four," Sage sighed, immediately thinking that was a long time to wait before seeing the doctor again, rather than that he hadn't originally planned on even staying that long. "So, question. Last time I had a cast, I couldn't get it wet. How am I supposed to shower with this thing?" His arm had been a pain, but he had worked around it. His foot was another issue.
"Still can't," Micah said, switching out the supplies on his tray so he could deal with the scrapes on Sage's chest. "With creativity. I might stick to a bath with your leg out of the water or you could wrap it in plastic." He smiled up at Sage before getting a gauze to clean off the scrapes. They weren't deep, but probably enough to be painful.
"Dammit," Sage muttered, unable to keep his frustration to himself. This was going to be a pain in the ass. He liked bathes, but not when he had to do all kinds of prep work to take one. "I'll have to make it a little rain coat," he said, drawing in a breath as Micah dabbed at the scrapes on his chest. "Yellow. With ducks." That at least made him smile, despite the annoyance.
Micah nodded. "Completely sensible choice," he agreed with a smile flashed up at Sage for a moment before he went back to his work. He did a thorough job, but was quick, mindful of how it might feel less than ideal. He spread some antibiotic ointment over the area, then covered the worst of it with gauze. "Sit up for me, as tall as you can manage."
"I thought so," Sage said with a little laugh. He watched Micah work, quietly impressed with the job he did. Sage didn't know a thing about first aid, but could appreciate someone working in their element. It didn't feel great, but it was more bothersome than painful. Sitting up straight, though, that earned a little whine of discomfort. "Okay, yeah, ribs aren't happy."
"Didn't think they would be. You'll have to go easy on them for a couple of days." Micah grabbed an ace bandage from a drawer and wrapped it around Sage's middle. "This'll keep you upright and from twisting too much which'll just make it worse," he explained, fingers moving quickly.
"Is there anything I should not do, other than climb trees and get my cast wet?" Sage asked. He suspected any kind of strenuous exercise was out, but he wasn't into that to begin with. What worried him was being stuck at home. "I feel like there's going to be a lot of sitting around in my future."
"I'd not run a marathon or try something really creative in the bedroom," Micah said as he finished off wrapping Sage's ribs. "You can keep moving, you should, but be prepared to take a break now and then," he explained as he cleaned up. "Now, I'd suggest just basic painkillers, but I can write you a prescription for something stronger if you think you need it."
"No worries for that at the moment," Sage laughed. He'd met a lot of nice people in New Eden, but none that he thought he could successfully pick up. Even the cute piano player seemed a bit out of his league. "I'm not big on prescription drugs," Sage said, lowering his shirt once Micah was done bandaging him up. "I'd rather just try with the over the counter and deal with it if it's too much."
"You didn't strike me as the marathon type," Micah answered, skipping over the actual meaning of what Sage was saying. He could warn against it, but he didn't have to talk about it. "That's fine. Stick to anti-inflammatory drugs, it'll help with the swelling." He grabbed Sage's chart and made some notes. "Anything else you need?"
"Depends on my partner," Sage grinned, well aware that wasn't what Micah meant. He was right, though. Sage wouldn't be caught dead running a marathon. He nodded in understanding about which medications to take, comfortable enough with everyday painkillers. "Um... other than crutches, I don't think so. When would you like to see me again?"
Micah shook his head but didn't respond. Later he'd flush like mad over the outgoing too young for him patient, but right now he was fine with it. "Two weeks to look at the ribs, but come in sooner if the pain gets worse."
"Sounds good," Sage smiled. He couldn't imagine how the pain could get worse from now, unless he was just being stupid. And while he'd like to see the doctor again, he didn't want it to be because he was an idiot. Falling out of a tree was bad enough. "I'll see you then."
"I'll be here. Be careful with the trees. I'll send in a nurse to get you set with crutches." Micah made another note on the chart and smiled before sliding it into its spot on the door. "Have a great day."
"You too, Doc," Sage smiled, giving Micah a little wave. All in all, not a bad day despite the injuries. Now he just had to figure out how to get back home.