..... (burningdown) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-07-14 14:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-05-2017, justin, justin and micah, micah |
Words of Wisdom
Who: Justin and Micah
Where: Hospital
When: late afternoon
Justin was more than ready to go home, and he was starting to get impatient and antsy. Not a good combination for him, or for those around him. He was snappier than he wanted to be with the staff, but he had a business to run and while his leg was sore, it was feeling better since being treated the night before. Of course, that could have been the pain medication doing it’s job. In any case, Justin was ready to be released, and he had spent most of the day arguing with whoever came in to change his bandages.
He sat on the hospital bed now, trying to get a feel for the pain in his leg, debating whether or not he could walk home without doing more damage to the injury. With the power back on, Eatzy’s needed to open and he didn’t trust anyone else to get it done.
Micah had slept through the morning, curled up close with Nic, but despite his want to linger, duty called and he’d drug himself out of the bed and back to the hospital. He’d already seen his fair share of patients, starting with checking the charts on the one that should have died the night before, but somehow managed to pull through. Micah was sure he’d seen things the night before, wounds that were fresh and gaping, but in some places already healing. It was too trippy to think about, which was why he’d tried to follow the charts, but it just led him to believe he needed to actually see the patient, Jack, before he made any more decisions. Jack wasn’t top of the list, not with several patients with notes about being close to being discharged. No need to keep more bodies here just because he was curious about something he probably hadn’t seen in his exhaustion.
He walked into the room just as Justin was obviously considering testing his leg, arms crossed over his much cleaner green scrubs and white coat, stethoscope around his neck. “I know what you’re thinking and the answer is no,” he supplied. He knew that look. Plus he’d heard stories about how irrational Justin had been from the nurses who refused to go back into his room until after Micah had seen him. Let the good doc deal with the jerk.
Turning his attention to Micah, Justin straightened a touch, trying not to scowl in the process, not really succeeding. "Seems like a waste of a room to keep me in here. My leg can heal just fine while I'm at home." The hospital had become a bit overwhelming, with it's noise and the way it smelled. It merely added to his frustration with being told to stay.
Micah headed towards Justin, grabbing the rolling stool from one corner and sitting on it to be more on level with Justin’s leg than Justin. “I agree with you, but you’ll have to rest and I see you trying to stand.” Micah smiled through it though, reaching for Justin’s leg to look at the bandages, then pull them away to inspect the wound. “How’s it feel? Honestly.”
Justin breathed in slowly to keep from snapping, because it seemed like this guy was his best chance of getting out of there as soon as possible. All he had been doing for the past several hours was resting, and if he had to stay there doing nothing much longer, he'd just climb out the window or something. "It's fine," Justin said, jaw clenching before he forced himself to relax. Let the doc do his thing, and then Justin would be out of there. "Sore as hell, but it's not intolerable. The diner needs to open and every minute I'm sitting here on my ass, I'm losing money. I know how to change bandages, and I'm not plannin' on runnin a marathon, so I'd appreciate it if you signed some papers and let me out of here."
“You run a diner, which keeps you on your feet all day,” Micah corrected. “You going back to work is the same as if I went back to work. I’d be on my feet the whole time.” He looked at the wound, frowning for just a moment. It was healing faster than he expected. That wasn’t a bad thing, just slightly surprising. Lia had the same thing when he’d looked at her injuries. Replacing the bandage he rolled back and smiled up at Justin. “So tell me, honestly, what you intend to do once you get the place opened up.”
"I intend to work," Justin said simply. "The staff can handle most of it, and I've got things I can do in the office, where I sit. If my leg bursts open and I start to bleed out, my cousin's a paramedic, I'll give him a call to come save my life. That seem fair?" His tone was laced with sarcasm, and while Justin had infinite amounts of patience when it came to bullshit, but he was feeling unusually restless in this place, and he couldn't exactly explain why beyond needing to get the diner up and running again.
Micah ignored the tone. He did that. He was used to it. Patients were twitchy when they were uncomfortable or in pain. The comment about his cousin being a paramedic though caught him off guard and he let more show than usual. “Nic?” he ventured, hearing his voice change slightly. He really needed to not do that. It made him seem too affected by his relationship. Nodding instead he gave Justin a stern but still positive look. “You have to stay off of it for another two days. And by off I mean really off. Sit at your desk. Don’t start cooking or waiting tables because you’re short staffed.”
"Uh huh, sure." He nodded, because agreeing to stay off his leg seemed like the only way he would be getting the hell out of there anytime soon. Justin cocked a brow then, not really surprised that Micah would know Nic, since they were both in the same profession. Sort of. "Yeah, Nic. He's my cousin. Figure he's around here somewhere."
“Don’t believe you,” Micah said. “But you can do what you think you can do, but you’ll tear your leg up for good. It’s healing well, but pushing too hard on damaged muscles will result in permanent damage.” So this was one of Nic’s cousins. Micah wondered if Nic had told anyone. He was anxious enough about his coworkers finding out about his relationship, the world only knew how the man felt about his family. “He’s in and out. Spends more time at his station than here, but I trust him to get the job done.” And I’m actively considering sleeping with him. Micah kept the second part to himself, even if it did make him smile for an instant.
Justin had no idea how he knew it, but it felt like Micah's mood had shifted somewhat. It was strange to feel the change, and while it made Justin mildly uncomfortable, he found he couldn't explain why. He stared at the doctor for a few seconds, noting the brief smile. It sort of began to make sense in a vague kind of way. "You're the guy who bid on him at the auction," Justin said then, because yes, he had heard about it. The diner was a haven of dome gossip, even if most of it was silly and insignificant.
Micah got up from his seat, rolling it out of the way and reaching for Justin’s chart at the end of his bed. “That was me,” he said with a small smile, looking at the chart instead of Justin. “Try standing,” he said after a moment, tucking the chart under one arm and watching Justin intently instead.
Justin stood carefully from the bed, applying a little bit of weight to the injured leg. He instinctively winced, despite his best efforts not to. Maybe if he numbed himself with pain killers he could get home all right. Breathing in deep through his nose, Justin straightened and stepped, or rather limped, away from the bed, not wanting to use it as leverage. "Maybe just shoot it up with something and numb it," Justin said to Micah, aware that he probably wouldn't be able to walk home like this.
Micah watched the wince, waiting to see how Justin moved and wound up shaking his head. “Not doing that. That’s asking for you to hurt yourself more. You remember when you’d numb your mouth for the dentist then wind up biting your lip and tearing it up and not realizing it until too late? That’s what’ll happen here.” He frowned and made a note in the chart. “I can give you something for the pain, but you’re not up for getting home or back to the diner yet. Soon enough. You’re healing quickly already.” He smiled softly, trying to be reassuring.
Annoyed, Justin moved to lean back against the bed again, easing the weight off his leg. He was more angry with himself for letting that damn animal attack him. He wasn't going to wander the dome without his gun again, that was for sure. "I'm leaving in the morning," Justin told Micah, not bothering to hide the irritation from his voice any longer. "Already told you I'm losing money with the diner being closed, and the power outage already hurt enough. I'll use crutches if I have to."
“I know you are,” Micah said, having no intention of tying Justin to his bed or anything of the sort. “I know you’re losing money, but being a cripple is hardly worth it. I’ve seen it happen before.” He gave another stern look. “You know I’m right. And if you don’t you can call Nic. He’ll agree. Tomorrow morning. Crutches. Call someone else to open up the diner.”
Justin shot Micah a look. He was aware of what Nic would say, at least from a professional standpoint. "I don't trust anyone else to open the diner the way I want it." Zania, maybe, but that wasn't going to happen on account of the vampire thing. He sighed loudly and settled back in the bed again. "Guess I can walk 'em through it on the phone." But damn, he hated not being in control, especially with his own business.
Micah didn’t falter at the look. He knew he was right. And he knew that Nic would agree with him from both the standpoint of being Justin’s cousin and concerned for his well-being and the medical experience. “That’s hardly healthy,” he said about Justin’s lack of control. “You really should find someone you trust, just in case you want to take a day off.”
Stretching his legs out on the mattress, Justin released a soft breath as the pain subsided a bit. He was already trying to decide who to call to help him get the diner open when he looked at Micah. "Thanks for the advice, doc. I'll give it some consideration," Justin said dryly. "Got any other words of wisdom for me, or can I sleep for awhile?"
There was no missing the tone and Micah shook his head. “Nope.” He made another note in the chart. “If you promise not to bite her, I’ll send a nurse in with some more pain medication. Help you sleep it off.”
"If she's pretty, I can't make any promises." Despite his sour mood, Justin grinned, aware that he had probably pissed a few nurses off since waking up, but he doubted he was the only patient with a foul attitude after being attacked by a damn wolf.
Micah just chuckled and nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll send someone in in a few minutes. Rest for now.” He smiled again and started towards the door.
"You got it, doc." Justin waited until Micah was out the door before he sighed and rested his head back against the pillow. His eyes closed shortly after.