nishka//loki (nishka) wrote in paxletalelogs, @ 2017-05-07 01:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | chernobog, loki |
Me er eit gamalt tre, I barken sit sår, Somme svir meir enn andre
Who: Nish and Matt
What: Nish takes advantage of the spa day.
Where: WiLoft Spa
When: Saturday, May 6, 2017
gdoc complete!
Nish had decided to take full advantage of the offer of a day at the spa, certainly needing to unwind after recent events. Her boyfriend had broken up with her, one of her best friends was mad at her, another had moved away, as had her therapist. It was time for her to do something to make her feel good, dammit.
So she’d texted Josie, letting her know that she’d made an appointment for today after her morning errands, and that she’d bring home dinner after, and headed out to the WiLoft Spa. She’d never seen or heard of the place before the building’s offer of a day there, though it wasn’t as if she spent a lot of time around spas.
The place looked very posh from the outside, and even moreso on the inside. There wasn’t anyone else there but the staff, and so as soon as she checked in she was whisked away to a changing area and then guided through the treatments. Facial, mud bath, hot tub, seaweed wrap, hot stone therapy and finally a deep tissue massage. By the time they got her on the table for her massage she was so relaxed and content that it was a struggle to stay awake.
There had been generous amounts of very good wine offered throughout the day which she gladly took advantage of, and while she wasn’t drunk, she was pleasantly buzzed and starting to drift off as the masseuse started to work on her. Within twenty minutes, the sedative slipped into her last glass of wine had completely knocked her out.
But Matthew Buchanan knew none of this.
The East Coast doctor was in the examination room seemingly separate from the spa and he was oblivious to the comings and goings of the spa recipients. All he knew was that today was his first day on his new, well paid and secretive job. He had a clipboard of tests he was to perform on each candidate who came through, his voice recorder so that he could speak what notes he wanted to take, and a well sterilized room surrounding him.
When the woman named Nishka was brought into the room, laying peacefully on an operating table and donning only a hospital gown, Matthew didn’t know her name.
“Candidate 5N02 has arrived,” Matthew spoke toward his recorder that was quietly running off to his side on a small silver tray, his eyes on the clipboard with printed information in his hand. “The date is Saturday, May 6th. 5N02 is a woman, thirty-five years old, and according to medical records has suffered from suicidal tendencies and has chronic cardiac arrhythmia caused by a mild heart attack.
“5N02 has been placed under a therapeutic sleep as of five minutes ago,” he completed, placing the clipboard down onto the table beside his recorder before withdrawing the checklist he needed. Moving toward the woman, he looked at her for a moment in quiet contemplation. She seemed restful, content in her sleep, but Matt couldn’t help but wonder about her life and what had caused her to be suicidal. Nonetheless, it wasn’t what he was paid for to do and he turned toward his tasks.
He took a small pin and pressed it against the inside of her arm--not enough to draw blood but enough to cause the woman to move if she was not fully sedated--and was satisfied to see no movement. It was from there that he moved onto the other steps of the process.
“I am taking a swab of the inside of 5N02’s mouth and placing the sample into vial one,” he announced to the recorder, his only friend. “5N02 appears healthy, generally, with no open wounds or sores. Clean, maintains her body well.” At least outwardly, he knew unless he spoke to the women and did a full check out of her, that he couldn’t truly know.
“Now withdrawing the blood sample for 5N02 which will be marked with an A. The second sample, marked B, will be for testing the various vitamins and blood cell counts. The third sample will be kept on hand for further testing and will be marked as C.”
He moved about, taking hair samples, clipping a bit of her nails for other samples, and moving about the woman with a blue light--often used to indicating cancer within the mouth--but this time over her skin to see if there was any changes in her skin tone or areas to focus on. Blood pressure, heart rate, all of the standard areas to cover but she was, more or less, normal. There was nothing that stood out for her.
Matthew frowned and took a step back, he looked over the woman, studied her, and wondered briefly if his employers would be displeased. Then again, they weren’t particularly specific on what they expected to find, either. Just the list of items for Matthew to get and to report anything strange during the process.
With nothing left to lose, he moved on to the second half of the experiment. “I will now administer the assigned dosage of serum to 5N02,” he informed the recorder as he moved toward a small fridge and pulled free from it a container that held multiple tiny syringes filled with a light gold liquid. They had to remain cold until they were ready to use, and Matthew quickly retrieved one before putting the rest away, and returned to 5N02’s side.
He pulled the cap off the thin, barely there needle, and gently pressed his thumb on the bottom of the syringe, holding the needle to the heavens so that the air bubbles would float up and push free from the end of the needle. As a drop of the golden serum formed on the top of the needle, he released the pressure on the end and turned his attention back to the woman.
With his left hand, he pinched at her arm and looked for tough skin. The tough skin could get the shot and when she woke, she’d be less likely to notice it, to feel an ache or irritation. It’d be a simple bug bite, if that.
The back of her upper arm seemed fitting and Matthew gently moved to place her arm over her torso, causing her shoulder to lift slightly off the table and expose more of her bare skin. Pinching the skin, Matthew angled his arm to quickly administer the shot. In, out, barely any blood.
“The serum has been administered. Starting the timer for reactions,” Matthew announced as he stepped back and did as he said. A timer was turned on, slowly counting down each second and minute as Matthew put the earpieces of his stethoscope in and pressed the cold diaphragm against her chest. He listened and counted, his eyes on the timer. “Heart rate remains the same.” He moved about the woman and began to repeat the previous physical he had performed when she arrived. “All physical attributes remain the same.”
The timer went off some minutes later and Matthew sighed, wondering once more if his employers would be displeased. “No change in 5N02 is noted. Beginning to take second set of samples.”
He quietly worked, pausing between each sample to listen to her heart, and noted allowed the newer numbers of the samples, A1, B1, C1. He withdrew her blood in shiny vials as well, marking each one off and placing them gently into their holders. Before long, it was completed and Matthew was left stepping back with a sigh.
“There’s been no change. No reaction to the serum. I would suggest monitoring 5N02 if given the chance to see if there are any future side effects, but physically and immediately, there’s nothing.” Even Matthew could hear the disappointment in his voice. Thank god his employers didn’t have to listen to the recording; it was for his own benefit, to have his notes made so that he could listen to it later as he filled out the rest of 5N02’s chart before submitting it the following day.
He sighed once more and pulled his gloves off his hands and moved a hand through his hair. Licking at his lips he gave a nod, silently agreeing that he had spent enough time waiting and watching for some type of reaction. He turned and pressed the call button. “You can take 5N02 to recovery now, thank you.”
She was brought back into the massage room and carefully placed back on the table as she had been before, face down in the padded brace, nude but for the towel across her backside. The masseuse was brought back in to finish her work, massaging tired muscles as the sedative wore off and Nish began to stir.
“How’re you doing, Nishka,” the masseuse said quietly, and Nish smiled sleepily, her eyes still closed and her breathing slow and regular.
“Hmm, I think I fell asleep,” she said happily. “That feels amazing. I think I’m a little lightheaded though,” she murmured. The masseuse didn’t skip a beat.
“That can sometimes happen with deep-tissue massage,” she said in soothing tones. “Why don’t you lie here for a while until you feel alright to stand? Your clothes are right over here for you when you’re ready.” With a few more sweeps of her soft hands on well-oiled skin, she left Nish alone to fall back asleep for a good hour while the sedative wore off completely and her body had a chance to adjust to the injection she’d unknowingly been given.
When she finally woke, she was rested and refreshed, all trace of grogginess gone, though her muscles had that pleasant ache only a good massage could give. With a deep breath and a long sigh out, she got up and slowly dressed, floating on a cloud of happiness from her full day at the spa. On her way out she called Josie to let her know it went well and she was picking up dinner on the way home. The sun was low in the sky as she got in her car; a beautiful end to a perfect day.