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walters_journal (walters_journal) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-01 01:47:00

Current music:	Korn- "Twisted Transistor"
Entry tags:	!complete, day 09, lexie grey, merope gaunt, rorschach

Hey You, Hey You, Finally You Get it. The World Ain't Fair, Eat You if You Let It (active)
Who: Rorschach, Merope, and Doc Lexie
What: Merope's infection is getting out of control, Rorschach is fulfilling "partner's duty," and Doc Lexie isn't feeling great but is the only one who can help them.
When: Around 10:00 AM, Day 9
Where: Starting at the clocktower, and then the gym
Rating: PG-13 for medical stuff. :)
Status: Active

Rorschach hurried back to the clock tower, cursing softly. He had hoped, like Merope, that a shower would clear up the infection, but clearly things didn't work that way. Now, she was just as badly off, and possibly worse, and he knew that he had to get her back to the gym to see the female doctor called Lexie.

He was in great shape, so getting back and climbing the winding stairs on the inside quickly were not a problem for the masked hero. Entering the little room he shared with Merope and ignoring the body hanging from the clock face in the already sweltering heat (Rorschach was sweating under his coat), he knocked twice and then entered without waiting for a reply. "Are ready to go?"

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heartache
2009-06-01 01:27 am UTC (link)

From before, Merope was quiet all day and hadn't felt like she needed to go down the winding stairs for a second time today. At the moment, she found a rather simple looking violet dress, so she was in something quite easily moved around that was soft. The second she heard his voice, she raised her head slightly and pushed her hands against where she was sleeping and raised her body up.

"....Yes, I am." She called.

Whenever he would open the door, she felt sick from the scent of the blood and rotting carcass if not from her own medical problems already. Merope was much more pale, even ghastly as she looked towards his body with a light smile.

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walters_journal
2009-06-01 01:57 am UTC (link)

The scent of death was either filtered out by Rorschach's mask or simply something the man didn't react to anymore, so there was no reason for him to go back to check the source of the scent. Glancing at the deep purple dress that Merope was wearing, Rorschach only noticed that it made the hue of her skin even paler-looker.

"Will carry you," Rorschach said, not waiting for an answer, but striding over and slinging Merope over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He didn't treat her roughly, by any means, but he seemed to characteristically have duty foremost on his mind.

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heartache
2009-06-01 02:23 am UTC (link)

As he came by, she frowned as he went to sling her over his shoulder. Merope wasn't really in the best shape to be picky, but as her hip felt pressure of his shoulder, she winced. "Stop. You are hurting me..." Merope used her hand and pressed into his shoulder to alleviate some of the pressure.

While there wasn't much struggling, she wouldn't have minded this way if it didn't mean pressure in all the wrong places. "Rorschach..." She whispered and made stifled groans so she wasn't very loud..

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	walters_journal 2009-06-01 02:37 pm UTC (link)
	That caught Rorschach off-guard. He was hurting Merope? No, that couldn't be. He would never hurt his partner! However, she certainly sounded like she was in pain... so Rorschach quickly set her down. "Am sorry. Did not mean to hurt you. Can climb on my back? Would be all right?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

heartache
2009-06-01 04:46 pm UTC (link)

The girl squeaked so she could alleviate the pressure there, but when he quickly set her down, she leaned a little into him. Merope took a minute and clutched the fabric of his coat before she waited for it to subside. When she was not feeling anything too intense, she raised her eyes to Rorschach and leaned her body against him in silence.

Moving her hands a little, she lifted his mask some so she could see his face,"...I think that would be okay." It'd been some time since she'd seen his real face, her gentle fingers moving over it before she pulled it back down and signalled that she was ready.

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walters_journal
2009-06-03 02:08 am UTC (link)

Rorschach considered his mask his true face, so it went without saying that he was just a bit uncomfortable when people tried to remove it. However, he allowed Merope to lift it, staring at her with his usual wooden expression. It was even more mask-like than the cloth he usually wore to conceal the weathered features.

He turned, offering her his back. Once she was securely held in place, both by her own strength and his arms looping snugly under his knees, he started toward the gym with her, trying not to jostle her too much.

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heartache
2009-06-03 08:30 am UTC (link)

While he seemed to be devoid of anything that appeared like touching, Merope tried to offer him some here and there. She even tried to offer him a kind smile which seemed to default to a slight winced after a moment or two. When he turned, she was quite slow in her movements.

The moment she pressed her frame against his, she settled back and winced. It took her much longer than before to get herself settled in a position that didn't compromise her body feeling much discomfort. Merope just wanted this pain to be over, she couldn't take much more of it as it was stopping her from even moving.

She nearly choked.

In what weak strength she had, she moved her arms to try to wrap around his neck without choking him. Any time there was a movement that was too much, she tensed and had a muffled cry that never hit the air. "Please don't leave me."

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walters_journal
2009-06-03 02:22 pm UTC (link)

Rorschach heard the differences in Merope's breathing, the occasional catches and half-formed vocalizations. He knew the sounds of pain very well. They sounded a lot like the sounds of fornication. "Won't leave. We are almost there."

Indeed, they were almost at the gym, and as they approached it, Rorschach dared to quicken his pace slightly. He didn't want them to be too late to catch Lexie while she was willing to tend to the infirm. He entered, careful not to let the door hit Merope, looking around for the woman he knew by sight or anything resembling a clinic.

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heartache
2009-06-03 02:59 pm UTC (link)

Merope tried her best to be as accepting and as loving as she could possibly be. Her face hid into his back, trying to keep any noises down so they weren't obnoxious in any way. When the two finally made it into the Gym, she slacked her body on his as she did before. Merope knew that she was safe and nothing could go wrong, she could depend on him to hold her up when she couldn't do it herself anymore.

While Rorschach looked around, Merope did nothing more than try to relax.

"...Thank you, Rorschach."

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-04 10:12 pm UTC (link)

Lexie had found the morning to be less than eventful. She'd actually found herself wishing that she was back in the pit dealing with scrapes and upset stomachs. She didn't know what to do with herself when she didn't have to keep charts or maintain an air of witty banter or clean something.

Then came the sound of the Door and Lexie turned and caught sight of the pair.

"Right over here," she said, waving them on to the table.

"Think you could give us a little privacy?" She asked gently starting to pull around the makeshift curtain she'd rigged with fishing wire and curtain rods.

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walters_journal
2009-06-05 12:19 am UTC (link)

It turned out that the doctor actually was in, and that she was prepared to help, as Rorschach had heard. Good; he hadn't been misinformed. He carried Merope towards the table Lexie indicated, nodding briskly to the woman and growling her name to acknowledge her.

When she mentioned privacy, Rorschach frowned under his mask, glancing around to see who she might be talking about. Who was she talking to? He started to help pulling the curtains, enclosing himself with Lexie and Merope, assuming that was what she meant. "Of course. Would not want to compromise privacy of partner," he said, still inside the curtains.

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heartache
2009-06-05 08:29 pm UTC (link)

Merope breathed in and out silently, not really feeling up to be talkative to anyone at the moment. When Rorschach moved her to the table, she moved her arms back to support her weight. Using her legs, she shifted so she could lay back on the table so she didn't have to feel the pain or pressure on her lower abdomen.

Tilting her head a little, she watched Rorschach move around and she thought of laughing. The action caused her to smirk a little, her delicate fingers touching her pale lips.

Merope didn't really care for him to leave, it never really mattered to her. She was so used to not having privacy when she lived with her family that this was actually quite private for her.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-05 10:40 pm UTC (link)

It was kind of strange for Lexie to have a female patient who might actually fathom being comfortable with Rorschach here in this situation.

"Alright, so I heard news of an infection - something following pregnancy, yeah? Can you tell me about your pain?" She asked quietly. She could tell the girl was in a substantial amount of pain by the way she moved - Lexie just needed to know where and how bad.

"And then I'm just going to need to take a quick look, alright?"

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walters_journal
2009-06-07 02:07 pm UTC (link)

It wasn't that Rorschach didn't want Merope to have privacy; he just wasn't aware that he applied.

"Yes. Most likely infection resulting from childbirth," Rorschach said with great authority, as if he knew the first thing about either. Rorschach also noticed that Merope's movements were a bit too cautious and slow to be comfortable, exactly, but he had thought that she always moved that way.

"All right. Can take quick look. Won't stop you," Rorschach assured Lexie, as if she'd been talking to him rather than Merope.

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heartache
2009-06-07 08:15 pm UTC (link)

Again, he took a hold of the situation and Rorschach spoke for her as if Lexie had spoken to him instead. The whole situation was kind of funny to her, she could barely keep herself from laughing and gave a light giggle. She groaned lightly from pain which stopped her from smiling very much.

"...The other doctor said I had a rip from birth, but she said she would fix it when she returned with supplies and never did." She frowned, moving her hand to her lower abdomen,"It hurts to put any pressure here and it's difficult to sit..." Reaching over, she took Rorschach's hand for whatever strength he could provide non-verbally.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-07 10:36 pm UTC (link)

Lexie took the moment to drape a blanket over Merope's middle, guiding her into a comfortable position slowly. She genuinely hoped that Rorschach would not start to peer over her shoulder because at that point she would immediately stop and refer this odd couple to Doctor House. This entire situation was in all honesty just a bit too odd for the shell shocked Doctor.

Taking her time with the examination, Lexie was careful and taking quiet notice of the level of tearing. It was a level 2 tear, and since it had been greater than 24 hours it had already started healing it herself. There was really nothing she could do short of being a plastic surgeon to attempt recreating what had originally been there - and this was not the place for plastic surgery.

"Well, there are two very important things you need to do Merope; first you're going to need to take a bath in salt water twice daily to speed up the healing of your tissue. It's going to take time; but, my trying to sew you is only going to do more harm than good at this point. Your body knows what it's doing, so we're just going to help it, OK?"

Turning her attention to Rorschach she pulled out her journal and ripped out a page. "I need you to get to the Pharmacy and find this. I know they have it, I saw it when I was looking for ketamine for Andy," she quickly scribbled down the prescription: Cleocin plus Garamycin in quite legible script and included dosing. "Two pills, three times a day. Morning, noon and night. You're going to need to eat, or it will make you feel ill." Lexie was looking quite serious, and that was because she was.

"It's going to take some time for your body to fight this infection since it's gone on so long," Lexie volunteered, "You should be better in about a week though. The pain will turn into discomfort and eventually you'll be back to the way you were before."

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walters_journal
2009-06-08 12:29 pm UTC (link)

Merope sure liked to hold hands, Rorschach mused to himself as he allowed her to take his.

He listened carefully to all of Lexie's instructions, looking at Merope and glancing occasionally at the infected area. It wasn't with perverted fascination; more like a desire to be informed about the state of his partner. He could do everything Lexie requested, including getting the medications. He wasn't going to shirk his "partner's duty," after all.

"Understand. Is anything else?"

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heartache
2009-06-13 12:18 am UTC (link)

Merope remained mostly silent during the examination, her eyes didn't move much. For the moment, she was allowing the two to talk and took great pleasure in knowing that she would get better. The whole situation had her worried beyon real reasoning, she thought that she might even die if not for the two of them.

As his hand held onto hers, her palm felt much colder in comparison but his own was hot. Rorschach had always been like a comforting heater, or maybe she just liked comfort when it came from him.

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