08-13-2018, 02:41 AM
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//could i have the specifics of the injuries?
+sorry if this is awful i'm half asleep
Pip had never cared about someone so fiercely as to punish himself for losing them, or as to painstakingly check every puddle for ripples they might have left behind. He wasn't embarrassed by the reality that he'd never so much as gone on a date with another person, because while he understood the dependence, the chemical pull of loving someone, he had spent his life working for one purpose, guided by his parents to remain on the path. Never once did he consider how they raised him as choosing his future for him; if he wanted to do something else, he would, but helping people was- for Pip, there was nothing better than that. Maybe he'd never kissed anyone, though that didn't mean he was inexperienced with the concept of devotion, because there was always that moment after a diagnosis or surgery when the loved one -or ones- waited with such profoundly desperate hope in their gazes that took Pip's breath away. He saw many shades of love enter and exit the Cookes' home clinic, from married couples of decades who'd weathered many storms already to a parent and their child standing as steadfast as they could.
He saw tears of relief and tears of grief, and the loyalty -the ability of a person to invest themselves so absolutely in another- never failed to send Pip reeling a bit. He loved helping people, because death was not isolated to the deceased, which was the reason Pip left home in the first place. It was a bit difficult to lend a hand when he waited for patients to come to the clinic, aside from the occasional house-calls when someone couldn't make it that far. Coming out here brought him into contact with more people, allowed him to help so many, even though a few were wary to trust someone as young as he was. Pip couldn't exactly find the time to prove he'd been in scrubs since he was a toddler.
Situations like these were the ones wherein they were either too worried to ask or too worried to not ask. Pip wasn't certain which way it would go, but nothing like that would keep him from offering assistance however he could, so when he heard shouting, when he saw a stranger carrying a bloodied body in his arms, he didn't hesitate. It didn't matter that they weren't officially part of San Creado- Pip himself had only been here a week or so.
The man was...very tall, but Pip didn't balk. It was a moment later for him to realize that he was also blind, and if he hadn't gone into rational mode, his heart might have ached with how much the pair treasured each other. "I can help you, sir, but you'll need to set them down for me so I can assess the damage. I can show you where." From what he could see, there was blood around the weakening stranger's mouth, which did not bode well if this did not proceed quickly. If it was a lung puncture, he could set up an air drainage system, although it was not the only potential cause; trauma to other organs could very well result in coughing up blood, and he couldn't know until he was able to have a look at them. "Around eight smaller steps to your right is the sidewalk. You can set them down there."
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Pip had never cared about someone so fiercely as to punish himself for losing them, or as to painstakingly check every puddle for ripples they might have left behind. He wasn't embarrassed by the reality that he'd never so much as gone on a date with another person, because while he understood the dependence, the chemical pull of loving someone, he had spent his life working for one purpose, guided by his parents to remain on the path. Never once did he consider how they raised him as choosing his future for him; if he wanted to do something else, he would, but helping people was- for Pip, there was nothing better than that. Maybe he'd never kissed anyone, though that didn't mean he was inexperienced with the concept of devotion, because there was always that moment after a diagnosis or surgery when the loved one -or ones- waited with such profoundly desperate hope in their gazes that took Pip's breath away. He saw many shades of love enter and exit the Cookes' home clinic, from married couples of decades who'd weathered many storms already to a parent and their child standing as steadfast as they could.
He saw tears of relief and tears of grief, and the loyalty -the ability of a person to invest themselves so absolutely in another- never failed to send Pip reeling a bit. He loved helping people, because death was not isolated to the deceased, which was the reason Pip left home in the first place. It was a bit difficult to lend a hand when he waited for patients to come to the clinic, aside from the occasional house-calls when someone couldn't make it that far. Coming out here brought him into contact with more people, allowed him to help so many, even though a few were wary to trust someone as young as he was. Pip couldn't exactly find the time to prove he'd been in scrubs since he was a toddler.
Situations like these were the ones wherein they were either too worried to ask or too worried to not ask. Pip wasn't certain which way it would go, but nothing like that would keep him from offering assistance however he could, so when he heard shouting, when he saw a stranger carrying a bloodied body in his arms, he didn't hesitate. It didn't matter that they weren't officially part of San Creado- Pip himself had only been here a week or so.
The man was...very tall, but Pip didn't balk. It was a moment later for him to realize that he was also blind, and if he hadn't gone into rational mode, his heart might have ached with how much the pair treasured each other. "I can help you, sir, but you'll need to set them down for me so I can assess the damage. I can show you where." From what he could see, there was blood around the weakening stranger's mouth, which did not bode well if this did not proceed quickly. If it was a lung puncture, he could set up an air drainage system, although it was not the only potential cause; trauma to other organs could very well result in coughing up blood, and he couldn't know until he was able to have a look at them. "Around eight smaller steps to your right is the sidewalk. You can set them down there."
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SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU ARE
[div style="font-family:impact; font-size:16pt; color:#c2926e; padding:10px; line-height:1"]YOU THOUGHT BY NOW YOU'D BE
SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU ARE