omg_fma | 10/20/07 // Coordinator!Envy, Transmutey!Ed, and NPC: Dr. Wright

Who: Coordinator!Envy, Transmutey!Ed, and NPC: Dr. Wright
When: 10/20/07
Rating: PG
Category: Misc Happenings, Misc Pairings
Summary: T!Ed falls down the stairs for our own amusement.

T!Ed: *curled in a heap of pain and ow at the bottom of the stairs after a grand adventure down them from tripping at the top, swearing and sobbing, clutching a broken arm to his chest*

C!Envy: *in his study as usual, and wondering if he just heard a lot of crashing and cursing or if that was just his non-existent imagination acting up again*

T!Ed: Ren..? *calls feebly from the bottom of the stairs*

C!Envy: *mental headdesk* What now... *gets up, going down the hall, through the kitchen, and stopping at the top of the stairs for a second before hurrying down* Edward? What on earth happened?

T!Ed: I fell... *whimpers, wiping back tears and blood from his eyes*

C!Envy: Yes, I see that. Are you alright, love? You're bleeding from somewhere... *crouching down beside him, trying to inspect him for damages and not noticing the arm yet*

T!Ed: *moves his arm a little bit, hissing* It hurts..!

C!Envy: Oh! Oh, Edward, sorry. Um, is it broken? *inspects the arm delicately, not really sure how to deal with a damaged human who's still conscious* How did you fall, anyway?

T!Ed: I think so... *feeling sick and dizzy, deciding not to try to move anymore* I was at the top of the stairs and I must have stepped wrong or something... Now I'm down here and my head and arm hurts, and I feel sick, Ren.

C!Envy: *puts an arm around him, hugging him as tightly as the damaged arm will permit* Alright, just try and stay still for a little while, alright? I'll go call the ambulance. *gets up to do so*

T!Ed: *nods... oh hello spinning world; stays put and keeps still*

C!Envy: *comes back a minute or two later, sitting just behind him on the bottom step and stroking his hair gently* They'll be here in a few minutes. How're you feeling?

T!Ed: Sick and in pain? *flashes him the faintest of grins, trying to keep his eyes open*

C!Envy: *smiles faintly back, leaning closer* You are really good at getting yourself damaged, aren't you?

T!Ed: Yeah, I guess -- *stops, feeling suddenly nauseas*

C!Envy: *glances down at him nervously* ...Edward?

T!Ed: *tries to say something but all that comes out is vomit, retching all over Ren's shoes*

C!Envy: *ARGH* ARGH! *jerks back instinctively, but still gets his shoes covered in barf, trying not to look as disgusted as he feels* Oh my- Um- ...Should that have just happened? Are you sick, too? Does falling downstairs make humans sick? *WHAT DO I DOOOOOO?!?*

T!Ed: *AHAHA, NICE SHOT; groans -- cannot articulate for fear of throwing up again*

C!Envy: *doesn't want to move for fear of getting barf!shoes all over the house* Um... I should... get a towel. ...Are you going to be okay? *WHY IS IT COMING APART LIKE THIS?! IT DOESN'T USUALLY DO THIS, IT USUALLY JUST BLEEDS A LOT*

T!Ed: *IS A HUMAN OF MANY TALENTS; sort of nods before throwing up all over the carpet again*

C!Envy: *DOUBLE ARGH* Um- um- *gets up and runs for the downstairs bathroom, getting all the towels he can and hurrying back with them, beginning to sort of... throw them at the barfy areas from long-range*

T!Ed: *OH GOD WHY IS THE AMBULANCE NOT HERE YET? PAIN AND OW AND SURPRISE VOMIT*

C!Envy: *GOING TO PUNCH THOSE STAIRS OR... SOMETHING* ~~How can one human hold that much vomit?!~~ *keeping a safe distance and staring avidly at the door buzzer*

T!Ed: *is actually out of vomit at this point and now it's mostly delicious, delicious bile and dry heaving; has pretty much stopped at this point, though, so you can stop panicking now, kthx*

C!Envy: *isn't going to stop panicking any time soon, since to his knowledge, humans with broken arms don't usually yakk everywhere*

T!Ed: *did also get nicely smashed on the head by a good number of stairs; try there! it's like a treasure map of ow*

C!Envy: *wouldn't know to look if he tried BUT IS SAVED BY THE ~~DOOR~~ BELL!* Oh! They're here. I'll go buzz them up, um... still don't move.

T!Ed: *not going anywhere*

-----TIMEWARP OF PAAAAAIN WHOO!-----

Dr. Wright: ::walks into the hospital room, looks at T!Ed with a raised eyebrow, then snatches the chart off the end of the bed and studies it:: My my, you must like it here, you come in often enough.

T!Ed: *makes a face; thankfully has some sort of painkillers so his arm and head hurts less, and the nausea is not so bad at this point; still feels a bit like throwing up, though, and eyes the doctor's shoes*

C!Envy: *sitting in the plastic chair next to the window and trying not to look confused*

Dr. Wright: I think half our staff know you by name. Now, let's see... Broken arm, moderate concussion, forehead laceration... ::glances up from the chart at T!Ed:: Looks about right.
Dr. Wright: How do you manage to do these sorts of things so often, anyway?

C!Envy: Why did he throw up? Is he sick? *NOT WORRIED NO WHY DO YOU ASK*

T!Ed: ...I fall down a lot.

Dr. Wright: Concussion, like I said. Head trauma can lead to nausea. ::looks back over at T!Ed:: Clearly.

C!Envy: ...Oh. *shuts up and settles with just looking vaguely formidable and kind of like a cash pinata, but he doesn't know about that last part*

T!Ed: *going to buy Ren a book of Human Ailments later* So... When can I blow this popscicle stand?

Dr. Wright: Well, luckily for you, tomorrow. In theory. ::gives him a look:: So long as you don't "fall down a lot" some more tonight.

T!Ed: *smiles pretty, batting his eyelashes*

C!Envy: *mental facepalm*

Dr. Wright: ::again with the eyebrow-raising:: Quite. Anyway, a nurse will be in soon with some pills for the nausea, if you want them. Just keep your arm as steady as you can.

T!Ed: How long will it take for this thing to come off? *very, very lightly taps at the cast on his left arm*

C!Envy: *repressing some serious fixation with that bizarre cast thing, but now that Ed's calling attention to it... STARE*

Dr. Wright: Usually it takes about a month for a break to heal, but given your... strange medical charts, by the look of things... ::flips through the pages:: Maybe half that.

T!Ed: Oh good. *catches Ren STARING at his arm and gives him a weird look* What is it, dearest?

C!Envy: *looks up sharply* Nothing! *the white thing! It's so clunky and white and... ugh, wait, can he take it off to bathe? ...Ugh. I wonder if it smells funny.. must resist the urge to smell and tap it MUST RESIST*

T!Ed: ...Right.

Dr. Wright: ...Indeed. Anyway, I have other patients to tend to. Don't cause trouble. ::replaces the chart, then walks busily out of the room::