09-08-2019, 03:48 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Selby had been thinking of a way to make the offered a plants more appealing when he noticed Beck’s movements becoming slightly more panicked. "You might want to watch your grip there, Mo- GAH!" What had begun as a calm request was interrupted by an explosion of pain in his jaw as Beck reared forward and hit the medic with his forehead. The sawbone retreated back a few steps, bringing a paw to his jaw. There was an odd sensation of something small and hard free in his mouth and Selby spat it out, surprised to see a small, white pyramid of tooth. He rubbed at his jaw numbly for a moment swiveling his fierce yellow gaze to the jaguar. "Hold him still or have Wormwood come here and do it for you," he snapped harshly, coming across meaner than he had wanted to.
Back to Beck. The little ghost seemed to be shouting at something over his shoulder. Selby turned to look at it and found that there was nothing. Was Beck hallucinating? The medic had never suspected that he might be psychotic, though after dedicating a moment’s thought to it, the idea held up. Later. "Beck, there’s no one there. I need you to calm down and take this," he pleaded, keeping a careful eye on the poltergeist in case he might lash out again.
After waiting a few moments, it ultimately seemed unlikely that Beck would accept the medicine from him of his own volition. How do I force him to take it? Normally he might have plugged the patient’s nose to get them to open their mouth, but Beck didn’t need to breathe. Unless... Thinking back to the times he had treated Beck in the past, he realized that Beck did feel the urge to breathe even though he required no air. Deciding it was worth the try, he approached Beck more carefully, wary of the bucking boy.
"Sorry about this, Beck," he said lowly, and that was all the warning the ghost got before Selby was reaching forward, plugging his nose closed, involuntarily shuddering at the disgusting click and crunch of bone. Despite the grossness of his action, his plan worked and the poltergeist opened his mouth, trying to force air into his fluid-fluid filled lungs. The medic was quick to take his chance, cramming the purple flowers down Beck’s throat. He was sure he was in the clear until the he felt poltergeist’s teeth slam down on his way out, nipping his paw. He grunted, shaking out the injured limb, but the medicine had been taken. It was only a matter of time now.
Back to Beck. The little ghost seemed to be shouting at something over his shoulder. Selby turned to look at it and found that there was nothing. Was Beck hallucinating? The medic had never suspected that he might be psychotic, though after dedicating a moment’s thought to it, the idea held up. Later. "Beck, there’s no one there. I need you to calm down and take this," he pleaded, keeping a careful eye on the poltergeist in case he might lash out again.
After waiting a few moments, it ultimately seemed unlikely that Beck would accept the medicine from him of his own volition. How do I force him to take it? Normally he might have plugged the patient’s nose to get them to open their mouth, but Beck didn’t need to breathe. Unless... Thinking back to the times he had treated Beck in the past, he realized that Beck did feel the urge to breathe even though he required no air. Deciding it was worth the try, he approached Beck more carefully, wary of the bucking boy.
"Sorry about this, Beck," he said lowly, and that was all the warning the ghost got before Selby was reaching forward, plugging his nose closed, involuntarily shuddering at the disgusting click and crunch of bone. Despite the grossness of his action, his plan worked and the poltergeist opened his mouth, trying to force air into his fluid-fluid filled lungs. The medic was quick to take his chance, cramming the purple flowers down Beck’s throat. He was sure he was in the clear until the he felt poltergeist’s teeth slam down on his way out, nipping his paw. He grunted, shaking out the injured limb, but the medicine had been taken. It was only a matter of time now.