helen magnus, m.d. d.t.c.x.b. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lifelines) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} marinanova, |
[ her first thought is to thank god he has a shirt on underneath. it isn't nearly what she would have hoped for as far as how much of his upper body it keeps hidden, but it will have to do and it's certainly better than nothing. the sight of him like this is another stab at her already weakening emotional state; where she had previously found him mentally and emotionally stimulating, now she's finding something even more unsettling: he's very physically attractive. and she has absolutely no idea what to do with that.
for now, she shoves it all to the side as she moves to wrap his arm to begin. under normal circumstances, she would be extremely saddened and perhaps even slightly annoyed by his use of her formal title, but in this situation, it's precisely what they need to get them to focus on the professionalism of what they're doing. emotions can come later, if then.
she does appreciate that she has his trust and for a moment she allows her gaze to remain locked with his. it means a great deal to her when someone offers her their trust, but especially at a time like this, with someone like the man standing before her. the idea that he trusts her strikes a chord with her, pulls on emotions that she'd rather keep hidden. soon enough, she breaks eye contact, turning her gaze to what she's doing. ]
This will feel very strange, but I'll need you to stay relaxed.
[ she pointedly ignores how much she has to touch him for this, endeavoring to stay entirely professional and ignore the emotions that are waging war behind her mental walls. her touches are light, but firm, just as she is normally. she takes his blood pressure first, noting it aloud and informing him that it's perfectly normal. pulse comes next, which involves even more touching and her leaving her fingers on his wrist for an entire minute -- a minute that is far more heated than it has any right to be -- and then it's back to the stethoscope so she can have a listen to this heart of his.
she won't ask him to remove his shirt for a multitude of reasons ranging from "it isn't necessary," she's fairly certain she can listen through the material of the shirt, right down to not wanting to distract herself further. she's already having a difficult enough time not thinking of the other times she's been in his company without adding that to the list.
she gives herself an inward shake and presses the stethoscope to his chest to listen. she has no idea what it might sound like, only an idea of what it likely shouldn't. hopefully, she can describe it to him and he can tell her whether or not it's acting normally. ]