Bumps? Bruises? Anything? (open)

[Dr. Declan Marst]

Declan had been looking over some charts for his private practice in his spare time. That was the one bad thing about being on call for a school, there was a fair amount of just plain old waiting time. Then again he had been busy recently with the flu sweeping through the town and the school. However Pandemics like this were often so overblown that kids with colds were running to him panicking. At least that seemed to be dying down.

He flipped through some of the student charts, just to make sure that everything was in order and filed where it was supposed to be. As easily annoyed as he was about that sort of stuff he was meticulous about having everything that he needed at his immediate disposal.

Well, to both his pleasure and disappointment he found that everything was in perfect order. At least a little mess would have given him something to do and something to complain about, namely not the filing but his secretary. She seemed to be very on top of things, which meant that he was currently lacking in a target for his general frustration.

Declan checked his watch, at least he was only sitting here in this office for two more hours, but then out came the Hammel cell phone. On call was no joke, and in turn Dr. Marst took it very seriously. He had gone to Hammel, he knew how crazy training accident injuries could get. He had seen enough in his day alone.

Dear lord why didn’t he keep any reading material here? And the only things outside the office were Seventeen and ESPN magazine. Well the latter was readable, considering that he had a few friendly bets going. He ran a hand over the white and neatly pressed Doctor’s coat that he had on and went to go get the June issue. However before he could his secretary buzzed in.

“Dr. Marst, someone here to see you.” He let out what was almost a sigh of relief. Finally, something to do on this slow day, so he buzzed back.

“Let them in, please.”

[Jalen August]

It had been a week since Abe managed to open up the scar on the back of Jalen's neck. She had promised him a special date for training, since she knew what it was like to lose control of your powers. It also was interesting to see the differences between the two of their powers, despite how they were both sonic manipulators. Still, a week later and the wound had opened up again, this time without provocation. Grabbing a hand towel from her bathroom before heading back to the infirmary, Jalen was happy to be conscious this second time around.

It looked like she had just finished working out or something, so Jalen wasn’t worried about anyone seeing the hideously deep scar etched out of her delicate flesh. She hadn’t worked up the courage to look at it very closely – not because she couldn’t handle gruesome sights, it was due more to the emotional trauma it caused. Wincing as she walked, Jalen pushed through the door to the infirmary and happened upon the same receptionist that saw her in last week.

“Back again?” She asked, looking up at the blonde. “Yeah, doc in?” Jalen’s voice was precise. What’d the other woman expect, friendly patients? Walking into the small doctor’s office, she couldn’t help but notice the lack of aesthetic – or rather the lack of the odour it produced. “Hi,” she said simply, sitting on a vacant chair instead of the check up table. She couldn’t remember if it was this guy who had mended her up before, but if it was, he didn’t do a very good job.

“I don’t feel good, so don’t bother asking,” she started, taking the towel away from her neck, which was crusted in blood. The freshly opened scar ran from behind one ear to the base of her neck, nearly touching her spinal cord. “I haven’t been able to use my powers for a whole week, and I’ve been having headaches every other day,” she said, flinching as she touched her own wound. “Sound manipulator,” she said simply, glancing up at the man.

[Clarity Ryder]

Clarity;; ♥

Clarity should really know better by now, but she apparently didn't. It was awful, the pain and blood, but she had inflicted it upon herself--not on purpose, she didn't ever do that kind of thing. No, she had been an idiot and not paid attention when carving some leather-hard clay with a kitchen knife, and she slipped and cut her hand open, cutting a red line in her skin from just next to her thumb to the middle of her index finger. She grabbed a paper towel and pressed it to her hand, but it didn't work for long. Tears were springing up in her eyes, and she had no bandages, so she did the logical thing and went to the infirmary, wincing with every step.

Hoping that she wouldn't be interrupting anybody else, she pushed her way through the door, pausing once she was inside and smiling at the receptionist. She just saw someone go in, so she could maybe wait. Unless she lost too much more blood, then she would start to feel faint. "Um. H-hi." She said, her voice wavering. "I cut myself. Is there someone...?" The receptionist looked sympathetic, pressed a button, said "You have another one, Dr. Marst," and told her to go in and wait a moment. Why she would do that while there was someone already in there made no sense to Clarity, but she stepped in, taking the scene in with wide eyes while she waited by the door. Along with the doctor, there was already an older girl in there, blonde, pretty, and bleeding from her neck.

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[Dr. Declan Marst]

Declan waited as one student entered the office. Immediately his eyebrows shot up at the way this girl acted. Still he would let it slide for the moment. Instead he silently walked over and started to inspect the wound. He frowned at this but he had seen worse, all the same if this had been a normal school then he would have sent her to the hospital, but honestly he could fix her up just as well with half the fuss. Then something that she said did make him scowl at her in absolute frustration. “You were injured a week ago and you did not come in?” His voice was dangerously sharp. He had no patience for such risk taking.

“From now on if this happens you need to come in immediately, whether or not you think it will heal up on its own or whatever you thought that kept you from coming here. You’re risking infection, especially with a wound like this, it needs to be sewn up.” He told her all of this in no uncertain terms. “Just in case I’m going to prescribe you an anti-biotic.” He took out a hair clip, sanitizing swabs, a local anesthetic and the sewing kit. “I can stitch this up here if you stay still.” He had just clipped her hair out of the way when another student came in and he was distracted.

Declan straightened and looked at the other girl. It was clear from the way she was holding one hand in the other that this was the location of the injury. He motioned to the check up table and spoke to the other girl. “Please, have a seat there and I’ll take a look at that just as soon as I can.” Then he squinted at her hands. Ah, so it was a finger injury, well that one didn’t look too bad, he could fix that up easily as well. Sometimes x-ray vision came in handy, especially in situations like this.

Then he turned that same vision back on the girl with the neck wound. He wanted to see exactly how deep this went. Well this was an old scar but it seemed that the scar tissue went deeper than the current wound itself which was good. He set himself to work on it, first cleaning it with the swabs that he had taken out. “You both should listen to this, because I’m going to give you the same instructions. I will make sure that these wounds are sewn up well and in a week I would like to see you both back here. If the stitches open come back immediately. Do not strain yourselves, particularly the parts of you bodies that are wounded. I am going to suggest that you take this week off from training. In a week we will see how thinks have progressed and if it seems suitable then I will remove the stitches, if not I will reschedule you both. After all of that is said and done then we will see what we can do about those scars.”

He put some numbing medication to a gauze cloth and applied it to the wound on the blonde’s neck. “Alright, hold that in place for me for a moment there, thank you.” He then went to his cabinet. “I am going to need names now, and also I’ll need to hear how these injuries happened exactly.”

[Jalen August]

Jalen frowned, which was followed by a wince from the doctor's touch. The blonde frowned further, a glare barring into the man before her. "I was in here last week," she said bitterly. What, did he think she was some kind of idiot? Most adults had that view of teenagers, but just because she had a direct attitude, didn't mean she was going to neglect her own health. She knew how it was here, and she also knew what kind of infection could arise if she let the wound fester. This wasn't the first time her problems had caused her pain.

Irritated that the doctor just kept on lecturing her, Jalen clenched and unclenched her fists in frustration. "Fine, stitch it up," she said quickly, eager to leave the office. There wasn't a lot of pain he could do to her that she wasn't in right now, but instead of a sharp prick in the back of her neck from the needle, the blonde felt nothing. She did hear the door unlock and a different girl, and Jalen's bad attitude continued to grow. "There's a waiting room for a reason..." She uttered, feeling her face growing warm.

Jalen had worked hard to hide her scars from others. She was overly self conscious about the hideous thing, and no one knew about it - five seconds ago. She listened to the instructions as her ears burned from embarrassment. She wasn't trying to ignore him, but she wasn't taking in anything he was advising. Stitches now. Be back in a week. Fine.

Holding the gauze in place, the blonde glanced at the other girl just watching. Looking back at the doctor, Jalen didn't want to make a big deal out of something no one in this room would understand. "Jalen August. I was at the lake and someone with powers similar to mine let out a really loud sound wave. Ta-da!" She said very sarcastically, rolling her eyes and looking back ahead of her. Okay, that wasn't as mature as she had hoped, but it was better than staying silent like she had wanted to.

[Clarity Ryder]

Clarity;; ♥

Clarity tried to pay as little attention to--well, everything--as possible as the doctor examined the blonde's wound, and then she tried to eke out the words to apologize to the blonde, who was clearly uncomfortable to have another person in the room, when the doctor spoke, addressing Clare this time. She tried to not flinch at the doctor's stare, or at his voice. She sat, still cradling her bleeding hand and trying to get the flow of bright red to at least slow.

Clare listened intently to the doctor, and made mental notes of everything he said, although she didn't have a high pain threshold, so the stitches would be an issue for her. Other than that, she had no issues with the plan. She listened to the blonde's nearly sarcastic re-telling of how her injury happened with wide eyes, and Clarity found herself thinking of making it a point to avoid sound manipulators from that point on if she could. Then, it was her turn to tell what, exactly, had lead to such a cut. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth. "I--" Her voice came out rather dry and squeaky, so she tried again, looking at the floor this time. Speaking never was her strong point. "I had some clay, and it was--it was a pot. I was carving it, but I don't have any tools, so I got a good knife, from the kitchen, and I know, that was kind of stupid of me, but I did it anyway, and I wasn't paying attention, and the knife slipped..." Her voice broke. She had not only said almost the entire sentence in one breath, but she was on the verge of crying in the first place, which helped nothing. She flicked her eyes back up, briefly, then back down to her patch-o'-floor.

It was my fault, so I have to deal with it. She thought as the image of a needle in her skin flashed through her mind.

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