Dante "Inferno" Zaragoza - Death'll find you... (xolotl) wrote in divisions, @ 2021-03-02 20:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !character: dante zaragoza, !character: marina vasilescu, !log/thread, !player generated: rin/quest |
[Thread: Dante & Marina - Bi-monthly check-up]
Who: Dante & Marina
What: Check up
When: Tues, March 2nd
Where: Marina’s clinic
Ratings/Warnings: Language. Always language. Medical setting, needles, possibly nudity in relation to medical? Talk about medical conditions, x-rays and bloodwork.
It was nice to not have to do video visits anymore. Though, having to come into the clinic once every couple months was also tiring in its own way. It reminded her of what had been taken from her when she simply tried to do what was right when she was too young to be able to defend herself. The trips always brought a sort of dread and discomfort with them even if she hid it incredibly well. However, this was the life she’d chosen for herself. Dante had been well aware at the age of 18 that installing experimental technological advances in her body probably meant she was going to be a medical pincushion for the rest of her life but… It still sucked sometimes. Though, it probably sucked less than having to be looking at canes and spinal surgeries. Which if she didn’t have the leg, well, that would have been what she would be doing right now at the age of 28. Thankfully, Dante wasn’t just anyone and the leg had taken without her body rejecting it as well. That was why she was able to pop the kickstand of the bike down and head inside the clinic. Only once inside would she pull her helmet off, letting out a low ‘woo’ with the fresh air hitting her all at once, and beginning to unzip the motorcycle jacket. Having picked up a degree of fame since coming back - and more fame once her name had become associated with Helena’s which she still wasn’t particularly keen on the fame - she’d taken to becoming even more private. Masking who she was, keeping a motorcycle that wasn’t traced back to her name to move around the city on when she didn’t want to chance paparazzi trying to get the scoop on Helena West’s hot new thing. If she didn’t care about Helena how she did then none of this crap would have ever been dealt with. Fame wasn’t her bag and honestly, if her name never appeared in the papers again Dante would likely be perfectly happy with that. But she was here for a check up. Just a normal set of weight, blood pressure, temperature, reflexes and some blood panels and x-rays to make sure the metal of her leg wasn’t leaking into her body. Or chipping and shredding her insides alive somehow. Or that oils from the leg hadn’t leaked into her blood. Or the hip bone that the upper mechanics was bolted into wasn’t deteriorating too quickly. That wasn’t likely, but the elevated body temperature she lived with along with the extra strain placed on her energies from the leg could sometimes spike her blood pressure and it was always better to keep tabs on all of those things than not. Moving up to sign-in she’d quickly jot her name down with the provided pen and check the clock, giving her appointment information to the front desk person before moving to take a seat to wait. |