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"You're not fine," she said, largely against her better judgement in truth being that he already seemed to be having his patience tested by her, but sometimes what the patient wanted and what was actually best for them was not one and the same, "This is just a perigen patch, it's not a narcotic which means it will not affect you in any way other than to decrease the pain. There's literally no reason not to have it, so please... Let me apply it and your head will feel much better."
After giving him more information she attempted once again to administer it. Just a small adhesive patch, no needles, no tablets... Easy and pain free.
He seemed to retreat in on himself when she mentioned his lack of a name, and she took the moment to fill up his cup with more tea before offering it out to him. No sense in wasting a good pot of tea, after all.
"Do... You want a name? I couldn't imagine having that part of my identity missing..."
She stepped back over to him and slowly reached out in an attempt to part his hair and check over the wound which had effectively been glued together. No signs of any escaping blood, which was good. It meant she had fully sealed it first time around.
"You need to be careful," she said, "some drugs can mess with blood flow. Cause your blood to thin or even have it coagulate too quickly. I'm not going to sit here and lecture you, your habits won't change because of some strangers words, but I will ask that until that wound is healed you do your best to avoid any more."
For a moment she stood there with a contemplative expression on her face, thinking back to a certain Ithorian who had given her a glimpse into his culture. He had gifted her with a name, Keoz, it meant Hawk... And receiving that name had been quite the honour. She thought about other names she had heard along a similar vein, taking in a few key features about the boy before her.
Namely his hair.
"What about Akos?" she said, out of nowhere, knowing that the likelihood of him actually liking it was slim to none. But they had to start somewhere, and she was determined that he would have a name she could refer to him by... Even if he never used it again when they eventually parted.
[member="The Slave"]
After giving him more information she attempted once again to administer it. Just a small adhesive patch, no needles, no tablets... Easy and pain free.
He seemed to retreat in on himself when she mentioned his lack of a name, and she took the moment to fill up his cup with more tea before offering it out to him. No sense in wasting a good pot of tea, after all.
"Do... You want a name? I couldn't imagine having that part of my identity missing..."
She stepped back over to him and slowly reached out in an attempt to part his hair and check over the wound which had effectively been glued together. No signs of any escaping blood, which was good. It meant she had fully sealed it first time around.
"You need to be careful," she said, "some drugs can mess with blood flow. Cause your blood to thin or even have it coagulate too quickly. I'm not going to sit here and lecture you, your habits won't change because of some strangers words, but I will ask that until that wound is healed you do your best to avoid any more."
For a moment she stood there with a contemplative expression on her face, thinking back to a certain Ithorian who had given her a glimpse into his culture. He had gifted her with a name, Keoz, it meant Hawk... And receiving that name had been quite the honour. She thought about other names she had heard along a similar vein, taking in a few key features about the boy before her.
Namely his hair.
"What about Akos?" she said, out of nowhere, knowing that the likelihood of him actually liking it was slim to none. But they had to start somewhere, and she was determined that he would have a name she could refer to him by... Even if he never used it again when they eventually parted.
[member="The Slave"]