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omg_fmaWho: Transmutey!Ed and NPCs OOC!Hohenheim and Denna
When: 05/16/07
Rating: Hard R (EXTREME amounts of violence and torture)
Category: Side Plots
Summary: Ed's first bit of "improvement" begins. I'm serious when I say this is incredibly violent. Basically, Ed has a prosthetic leg forcibaly installed and slowly gets to start looking like his zombie double, which includes lots of blood, screaming, and very uncomfortable surgical procedures. Definitely an optional log to read.
OOC!Hohenheim: *pushes T!Ed into one of his labs in a wheelchair, staring coldly ahead with an eerie smile and humming softly to himself*
T!Ed: *gripping the armrests of his wheelchair tightly until his knuckles are white, near hyperventalating, dressed in a hospital gown*
Denna: *puttering around the lab, looking remarkably normal for one of Hohenheim's flunkies, save the fact it's mouth is slit ear to ear, stapled with what appears to be industrial-grade metal staples down to each corner of it's mouth, and appearing feminine enough, but not... enough to be feminine*
OOC!Hohenheim: *parks the wheelchair beside the operation table, looking over at his flunkie with something akin to mild amusement* Denna? Do you have the subject's chart?
Denna: Right here, sir! *beams, face growing even more grotesque, and holding up a chart, flipping through it* Let's see... Edward Elric *raises it's eyebrows, glancing from Edward to Hohenheim with a knowing, conspiritorial smile* ...Ahah. Okay, says you have him down for surgery for a prosthetic attachment to his leg annnnd... *flips another page* Ooh! Combat enhancements!
T!Ed: *flinches at the smile, hanging his head to hide his silent crying, whole body trembling*
Denna: *catches Edward's crying, leaning a little to look at him, glancing back up at Hohenheim* Awh, he looks scared. *to Ed* It's okay, really! I know what I'm doing. *figures he's just scared about going into surgery, shaking it's head and smiling*
OOC!Hohenheim: *smirks* Down, Denna. No need to be so excited. Our subject is just a little... nervous. *moves over by it, plucking an x-ray out of the file and taking a red pen* I need the enhancements here, here, and here. *circles three spots each going down the arms and six in rows of three going down the back* Add what you see fit. You know what to do should he make too much noise.
T!Ed: *curls up tightly in the chair, choking on a sob and trying to move as far away from it as he can*
Denna: Sorry, Sir. *sheepish smile, taking the x-ray and looking over it* Wow, you really want me to do the back, too? That's pretty dangerous stuff, I'm- I'm honored, sir! *beaming fit to snap it's staples*
OOC!Hohenheim: I would only trust you with the best, Denna, you know that. *smiles, nothing nice about it* Will you be needing an assistant? I can send you one of my sons.
Denna: Only if it's your oldest!~ *winks jokingly, laughing and starting to rummage through a small refrigerator of IV bags* Thanks, Sir. I think I got it covered.
OOC!Hohenheim: Wonderful. *leans over to pet Ed's hair gently and kiss the top of his head, a mocking gesture, then strides out of the lab casually*
T!Ed: *goes completely rigid at the contact, freezing up and making small, distressed noises in the back of his throat*
Denna: *makes a face once Hohenheim is gone, turning to Ed with a prepped IV needle* Now that was weird. Not a very touchy sort of guy, that one. *shrugs, setting down the needle and coming over to Edward with a tourniquet* Here, hold out your arm like this- *demonstrates* It'll just be a sec. I'm good, you won't feel a thing.
T!Ed: *does as he's instructed, holding out his arm, having a hard time keeping it still as he's shaking so badly*
Denna: *holds his arm gently at the wrist to steady him before tying on the tourniquet tightly above his right elbow, catching sight of the ring scar from where his arm was re-attached via Gate* Woah, nice scar! *hums to himself, grabbing the IV needle and an alchohol swab, dabbing at the inside of Edward's elbow* So you're another Edward Elric, huh? Is he making an army of you guys or something? *throws away the swab*
T!Ed: ...I-I-I d-don't kn-know wh-what he w-wants... *sobs, just wishing that he was home safe and sound right now, not looking up at all, not wanting to see the flunkie at all*
Denna: *smiles, trying to be reassuring but just being... staple-y* Awh, what's the matter? I'm really good at what I do, I swear. Look- *slips the IV needle into his arm, leaving the tiny hollow tube* Did that hurt?
T!Ed: *flinches, shaking his head, glancing up at him quickly* Wh-what - what are y-you g-going to d-do..?
Denna: *grins* You see? I'm the best. Now, up onto the operating table. *kicks off the brake on the wheelchair, pushing him over to the bed and reaching down to help him stand* We're just going to give you a few combat enhancements and then do something about that missing leg of yours. What'd you do to it, anyway? ...Or is that a touchy subject? Sorry, I know I can be a little forward.
T!Ed: *goes mostly limp, scooting onto the table and staring up at the ceiling, hoping this'll go away soon and just kind of... detaching* ...Gluttony ate it...
Denna: Gluttony? What's a- oh! ...Eew. Ow. *shakes it's head* Sorry about that. I'll try to do something about fixing that. I've been dying to try out the new prosthetics the mechanics department is designing. *practically bounces over to the IV stand, hooking up two bags- one of a very familiarly-colored red fluid and another of clear, hooking them up to the connecting tube and inserting that into the protruding end of the IV in Edward's arm*
T!Ed: *keeps staring up at the ceiling, wide-eyed and no longer crying* ...What kinds of prosthetics..?
Denna: For your leg, of course. Nothing to fancy, at least, not yet. This is the first try. *looks around, shaking a sheet off something on a nearby metal table and holding up a prosthetic leg which is more like a metal frame of a couple braces for both thigh and calf, a complicated-looking ball-joint for the knee, and ending in a simple foot-shape, more complicated-looking attachment bits where it connects at the top* They've had your measurements for awhile. I got this yesterday. *sets it back down, going over to him* You comfy?
T!Ed: *looks at it blankly and nods, starting to feel rather floaty from the anesthetic*
Denna: Great. You should feel a little light-headed, but you won't be unconscious. We just want you numbed up, so in a couple of minutes I'll check you out and make sure you won't feel anything. *starts puttering around, collecting various operating tools, arterial clamps, swabs, and sutre supplies onto a small metal table with wheels*
T!Ed: *nods slowly, vision bluring a little and everything feeling almost dreamy, murmuring* .When can I go home..?
Denna: *glances up from looking over the x-ray notes* Hmm? Home? What do you mean?
T!Ed: When can I see Ren and all my friends again..?
Denna: Ren? *picks up a small needle sort of thing* You'll be released to your quarters once you recouperate from surgery. *starts tapping his toes gently with the needle* Feel that at all?
T!Ed: My husband. *shakes his head, unable to feel the tapping*
Denna: *frowns quizzically, setting down the needle and grabbing the folder, flipping through to the patient profile, skimming* Ren... Ren... I don't know any Rens on location-- woah! You mean Darren? Darren Hohenheim?
T!Ed: *shakes his head, not really getting it to move much this time around* That's someone else... Ren Elric. My husband.
Denna: *shakes it's head, eyes wide as he reads* No, no, no. Edward Elric, m. Darren Hohenheim, now Ren Elric, Dec.5, 1917. *looks over, catching sight of his rings and blushing slightly*No kidding. Er, sorry about the comment earlier, then. *gets the needle again, delicately moving Edward's hospital gown up and poking the stump of his leg, a bit harder this time* Feel that?
T!Ed: *winces faintly and jerks his head in a nod before letting it loll to the side, eyes half-lidded*
Denna: You felt that? *frowns, pricking him again*
T!Ed: *winces again and makes a face, trying to figure out why the hell it's poking him*
Denna: Shoot. *frowns, checking the levels of the anisthetic fluid* Um, we'll give it another minute or two, then, I guess. Sorry about that. *gets out a complicated-looking drill and some things in small boxes, setting them on the table, as well*
T!Ed: *eyes go wide at the drill, making a small noise* I want to go home now, I think. *groggily tries to get himself to sit up, not really getting up very far, and instead makes a half-hearted attempt to roll off the operating table*
Denna: Woah, hey! *gets up quickly* You're not going anywhere, especially in that state. I don't want to have to restrain you, but I will. *taps a wrist restraint attached to the side of the operating table* Now just lie still, okay? *frowns, running it's finger idly over a staple near the corner of it's mouth* We'll get you back to your quarters as quick as we can.
T!Ed: *twists weakly a moment before settling down, body trembling faintly and whimpering softly*
Denna: You're going to be fine, I promise. Better, even. When you come to, you'll be able to walk, even. *pricks the stump of his leg again tentatively* How about now?
T!Ed: *just doesn't respond, eyes sliding shut and doing his best to block out the world*
Denna: *takes this as a "yes, I'm all numb now, thanks", and grins* Great! Alright, this'll be over before you know it. *pulls the wheely table over, perching on a stool and adjusting the light over Edward's leg stump, starting to sanitize it*
T!Ed: *goes limp, half-hoping whatever's going to be done to him now just kills him at the very least*
Denna: Not much to get a tourniquet over... hm. *frowns, fiddling with various instruments, making an incision , arterial clamps at the ready*
T!Ed: *stiffens a little, feeling the incision but not by much, looking down groggily to try and see what it's doing*
Denna: *frowns* Try and relax, okay? Just lie still. *goes about clamping off the artery, continuing to poke around with it's scalpel*
T!Ed: *whimpers, digging nails into his palms and jerking his head*
Denna: *frowns deeper* You can't still feel that, can you? I have you at maximum dosage.
T!Ed: *squeezes his eyes shut, shifting uncomfortably*
Denna: I'll make it quick, alright? I can't really offer much more than that. *shrugs apologetically, poking around some more*
T!Ed: *jerks, starting to breath harder* Stop, please... Stop.
Denna: *shakes it's head* Sorry, orders are orders. *sets down the tools, fiddling with the IV stream* There, that's as good as I can get you. You're doing fine, just lie still... *takes up the tools again, making a few more incisions*
T!Ed: *starts to cry silently, wincing at each incision even with the increased IV stream*
Denna: *doesn't notice, getting the skin pushed back from the stump of his femur, reaching for one of the small boxes, taking out some very small screws*
T!Ed: *grips the edges of the table, clenching his teeth together, and reminds himself who he's doing this for in his head over and over and over again*
Denna: *sets down the tools, leaning over to the metal table to fiddle with a few things on the connecting end of the prosthetic, muttering and nodding to itself before reaching for the drill, fitting the bone screw into place and beginning to drill it in*
T!Ed: *screams, eyes flying open and whole body convulsing with pain, clawing at the table and kicking out Denna with his good leg, trying madly to get away, the anesthetic in his system being overpowered by the red stones filtering into his veins*
Denna: *stops abruptly, screw only partway in and drill getting knocked out of it's hand, cursing* Hey! I'm trying to do this as quick as I can! You keep that up and you'll lose even more of this leg. Now lie still, I am not going to tell you again. *glares pointedly, menacingly, taking up the drill again*
T!Ed: *just does not care, and literally throws himself from the operating table, needles ripping out of his arm as he screams again, writhing and trying his damnedest to crawl away*
Denna: Shit! *drops the drill and runs to catch him, trying to get him back onto the table, using it's full weight to hoist him back up* Alright, that's it. I guess I'll have to listen to the boss on this one.
T!Ed: NONONONONO..! *keeps screaming the word over and over again, kicking and thrashing blindly against him, desperately trying to get away*
Denna: *holds him firmly down, using most of it's torso to do so, and managing to get one wrist into a restraint, going for the other* YES! Stay down!
T!Ed: *dances his free wrist away, using it to tear at the restraint of the or to at least press his hands together to clap, moving it away whenever Denna's gets near, still kicking*
Denna: *snarls, reaching for his free shoulder to wrench it back* You really don't want me to call for backup.
T!Ed: *twists his head, trying to bite it's arm as it grabs his shoulder, fighting tooth and nail*
Denna: *narrowing it's eyes, but ignoring the bites, wrenching Edward's shoulder back to get his arm wrestled into the other restraint, not caring much if it's dislocated in the process* You are only making this worse, you know.
T!Ed: *yells as his shoulder does get dislocated, sobbing hard and trying to curl up on the table, shaking violently*
Denna: *sighs, locking the restraint* Great. You're going to have to wait for me to reset your shoulder now, you know. I can't do it while you're strapped down, but I sure as anything don't trust you. *goes back to the cooling units, opening the freezer and taking out an ice pack, setting it carefully around Edward's shoulder and moving down, catching his ankle and securing that into a restraint as well, before he can react*
T!Ed: Stop. Let me go, please. Please stop please please pleasepleasepleaseplease... *twists against the restraints, crying out at moving his injured shoulder and leg stump*
Denna: I keep telling you, you'll be back in your quarters in no time if you just let me finish! *takes up the drill again, delicately re-preparing the incision* Great. What a mess.
T!Ed: That's not home. THAT'S NOT HOME. *shudders, tensing as he sees it pick up the drill again*
Denna: ...Are the drugs finally kicking in? *frowns, resuming work with the bone screw*
T!Ed: *twists, screaming hoarsely, feeling absolutely nauseaus as the pain shoots through leg, coughing against sobs*
Denna: *sighs, finishing the screw and reaching for a small metal plate and another screw* ...You aren't going to stop that, are you?
T!Ed: Make it stop makeitstop pleasepleaseplease! *turns his head, nearly retching onto the operating table, shaking violently*
Denna: *glances nervously at the operating room door, frowning* Fine, fine. He said I'd have to do this if you got noisy. *gets the sutre supplies, threading the needle and reaching down to hold Edward's head still*
T!Ed: *eyes go wide, staring up at the needle and thread in horror* What..? No, please! Don't, don't!
Denna: The boss told me I'd probably have to, and he doesn't like the patients getting noisy. Just hold still... *starts to stitch his mouth shut with quick, destrous swipes of the needle*
T!Ed: *tries to scream, part of his mouth sewn shut already and not able to wrench his lips open properly, twisting and writhing agony*
Denna: *sighs, just continuing it's work* I really wish I didn't have to do this, you understand...
T!Ed: *tries to duck his head away or do something, nails digging into his palms so hard they draw blood, skin starting to heal over the sutures*
Denna: *watches the healing, riveted* Oooh, interesting. Your file mentioned some interesting tidbits. I really wanted to talk to you more. *frowns, face tugging at the staples* Pity. *ties off the end of the floss*
T!Ed: *tries to move his mouth against the stitches, getting nowhere and starting to sob anew, breathing hard, panicked*
Denna: Shh, shh. You'll be fine. I bet you won't even scar. Now, back to work. *returns to the stool, picking up the drill and finishing the last couple of screws and plate, installing the prosthetic connectors*
T!Ed: *screams against the pain, it getting muffled by the stitches sealing his mouth shut, starting to feel horrifically woozy, vision starting to go black*
Denna: *just keeps about it's work, getting the last connector in place and reaching for the prosthetic*
T!Ed: *twists before blacking out completely, near grateful for it*
-------TIMEWARP------
Denna: *humming to itself, taking off the surgical gloves and mask and disposing of them, brushing it's hair back with a sigh and going over to check on Edward*
T!Ed: *only just barely awake, breath coming in short, shuddery gasps, eyes partially open and completely blank, whole body still save for a fine tremor*
Denna: Welcome back. *smiles, reaching to adjust the anisthetic to almost off, turning the red fluid drip up* You've got an amazing body, if I may say so. I've been increasing the red drip for the past hour and you're almost healed!
T!Ed: *glances at him slowly, feeling broken and still in great amounts of pain and discomfort, just wishing he were dead*
Denna: *frowns, going down to adjust a few things on the prosthetic* Try to move your right leg.
T!Ed: *winces and barely gets enough energy together to move the stump of his right leg a little*
Denna: *grins as the prosthetic moves accordingly* Oh, this is terriffic. You should be up and good to walk in about eight hours. It'll be a little stiff, I think, and you'll want to be careful on stairs, but it's quite durable, I assure you.
T!Ed: *just lays there limply, vaguely wondering when he can curl up in a corner somewhere*
Denna: I've got to talk to the boss about the stitches on your mouth. We'll see about getting those off sometime soon, that'll probably be behaviorally-based. *presses fingers lightly around the stitches over the new prosthetic attachment* How's this feel? Still sore?
T!Ed: *winces deeply, whole body shuddering, and nods once, very slowly*
Denna: Damn. I really hoped you'd heal faster and I could see how it works. *grumbles*
T!Ed: *whimpers softly and squeezes his eyes shut*
Denna: Well, I might as well get you to recovery. *begins getting the bed ready for moving*
T!Ed: *opens his eyes a little at the movements, watching him blankly*
Denna: *hooks the IV stand into a little attachment to the table so it rolls with them as it pushes Ed's bed through the swinging doors and into another very sterile room which looks basically like a hospital recovery room* Here we are. Soon you'll be back in your own bed in the apartments.
T!Ed: *presses his face to a pillow, trying to hide it, arms wrapped tightly around himself as he moves carefully to lie on his left side, curled up into a ball*
Denna: Woah- um, you might want to stay on your back for now, til that heals fully... *bites it's lip, reaching to turn him back* Oh, almost forgot-- *takes a pad of paper with a pen attached to it by a cord out of it's lab coat pocket* This is for you. *holds it out*
T!Ed: *turns back over without any resistance at all, looking blankly at the pad of paper and the pen*
Denna: *presses them into his hands* Here, take them. Do you need anything before I leave you in the nurse's care?
T!Ed: *lets the pad and pen fall out of his hands and onto the bed, watching as the pen rolls off and falls to the floor with a clatter, not really caring at all*
Denna: *sighs, rolling it's eyes* I'm serious. You need to keep those with you, just in case anything happens. I'm going to keep you on the red drip so you won't need food or water for a good while. *reaches down to get them, handing them back to Edward* Seriously.
T!Ed: *stares at them for a long time before finally reaching out weakly to take them himself, setting them down carefully, though does entertain the thought of chucking them at Denna*
Denna: Good. Now don't lose them. It might be days before I get clearance to take those stitches off. At any rate, I'll be back in about eight hours to check on you and see if the prosthetic needs adjusting. *makes some notes on the file*
T!Ed: *slides his eyelids shut, not really even listening to it*
Denna: Suit yourself. Get some rest while you can. If your leg heals well, you're getting the enhancements day after tomorrow.
T!Ed: *slumps and makes a small, distressed sound in the back of his throat, looking up at it almost pleadingly*
Denna: *glances back, setting the file down* Need something?
T!Ed: *takes the pad and pen shakily and writes slowly the letters, even for all the slowness, coming out like woozy, shaken scribbles* "Stop."
Denna: *frowns questioningly* Stop what?
T!Ed: *gestures to the prosthetic, whimpering pathetically*
Denna: *shakes its head, not understanding* Need more anisthetic?
T!Ed: *writes beneath the first word "Torturing me," underlining the "Stop." for good measure*
Denna: *sighs* I'm not torturing you. I'm fixing you. And I'm just carrying out my orders, at any rate. You'll be able to walk, now! And wait'll you see the combat enhancements.
T!Ed: ... *works up enough strength to actually toss the pad of paper at it, albeit weakly, and curls up into a little ball again, back to it, forcing himself to ignore the discomfort*
Denna: Hey! *scowls, catching the pad and pen and setting them on the bedside table* Alright, fine. Have it your way, but don't blame me if you heal wrong. I think I'll definitely request some aids for the next surgery. *gets up to go*
T!Ed: *ignores it, rocking back and forth a little, humming quietly to himself*
Denna: *shakes it's head, leaving and shutting the door with a click*
When: 05/16/07
Rating: Hard R (EXTREME amounts of violence and torture)
Category: Side Plots
Summary: Ed's first bit of "improvement" begins. I'm serious when I say this is incredibly violent. Basically, Ed has a prosthetic leg forcibaly installed and slowly gets to start looking like his zombie double, which includes lots of blood, screaming, and very uncomfortable surgical procedures. Definitely an optional log to read.
OOC!Hohenheim: *pushes T!Ed into one of his labs in a wheelchair, staring coldly ahead with an eerie smile and humming softly to himself*
T!Ed: *gripping the armrests of his wheelchair tightly until his knuckles are white, near hyperventalating, dressed in a hospital gown*
Denna: *puttering around the lab, looking remarkably normal for one of Hohenheim's flunkies, save the fact it's mouth is slit ear to ear, stapled with what appears to be industrial-grade metal staples down to each corner of it's mouth, and appearing feminine enough, but not... enough to be feminine*
OOC!Hohenheim: *parks the wheelchair beside the operation table, looking over at his flunkie with something akin to mild amusement* Denna? Do you have the subject's chart?
Denna: Right here, sir! *beams, face growing even more grotesque, and holding up a chart, flipping through it* Let's see... Edward Elric *raises it's eyebrows, glancing from Edward to Hohenheim with a knowing, conspiritorial smile* ...Ahah. Okay, says you have him down for surgery for a prosthetic attachment to his leg annnnd... *flips another page* Ooh! Combat enhancements!
T!Ed: *flinches at the smile, hanging his head to hide his silent crying, whole body trembling*
Denna: *catches Edward's crying, leaning a little to look at him, glancing back up at Hohenheim* Awh, he looks scared. *to Ed* It's okay, really! I know what I'm doing. *figures he's just scared about going into surgery, shaking it's head and smiling*
OOC!Hohenheim: *smirks* Down, Denna. No need to be so excited. Our subject is just a little... nervous. *moves over by it, plucking an x-ray out of the file and taking a red pen* I need the enhancements here, here, and here. *circles three spots each going down the arms and six in rows of three going down the back* Add what you see fit. You know what to do should he make too much noise.
T!Ed: *curls up tightly in the chair, choking on a sob and trying to move as far away from it as he can*
Denna: Sorry, Sir. *sheepish smile, taking the x-ray and looking over it* Wow, you really want me to do the back, too? That's pretty dangerous stuff, I'm- I'm honored, sir! *beaming fit to snap it's staples*
OOC!Hohenheim: I would only trust you with the best, Denna, you know that. *smiles, nothing nice about it* Will you be needing an assistant? I can send you one of my sons.
Denna: Only if it's your oldest!~ *winks jokingly, laughing and starting to rummage through a small refrigerator of IV bags* Thanks, Sir. I think I got it covered.
OOC!Hohenheim: Wonderful. *leans over to pet Ed's hair gently and kiss the top of his head, a mocking gesture, then strides out of the lab casually*
T!Ed: *goes completely rigid at the contact, freezing up and making small, distressed noises in the back of his throat*
Denna: *makes a face once Hohenheim is gone, turning to Ed with a prepped IV needle* Now that was weird. Not a very touchy sort of guy, that one. *shrugs, setting down the needle and coming over to Edward with a tourniquet* Here, hold out your arm like this- *demonstrates* It'll just be a sec. I'm good, you won't feel a thing.
T!Ed: *does as he's instructed, holding out his arm, having a hard time keeping it still as he's shaking so badly*
Denna: *holds his arm gently at the wrist to steady him before tying on the tourniquet tightly above his right elbow, catching sight of the ring scar from where his arm was re-attached via Gate* Woah, nice scar! *hums to himself, grabbing the IV needle and an alchohol swab, dabbing at the inside of Edward's elbow* So you're another Edward Elric, huh? Is he making an army of you guys or something? *throws away the swab*
T!Ed: ...I-I-I d-don't kn-know wh-what he w-wants... *sobs, just wishing that he was home safe and sound right now, not looking up at all, not wanting to see the flunkie at all*
Denna: *smiles, trying to be reassuring but just being... staple-y* Awh, what's the matter? I'm really good at what I do, I swear. Look- *slips the IV needle into his arm, leaving the tiny hollow tube* Did that hurt?
T!Ed: *flinches, shaking his head, glancing up at him quickly* Wh-what - what are y-you g-going to d-do..?
Denna: *grins* You see? I'm the best. Now, up onto the operating table. *kicks off the brake on the wheelchair, pushing him over to the bed and reaching down to help him stand* We're just going to give you a few combat enhancements and then do something about that missing leg of yours. What'd you do to it, anyway? ...Or is that a touchy subject? Sorry, I know I can be a little forward.
T!Ed: *goes mostly limp, scooting onto the table and staring up at the ceiling, hoping this'll go away soon and just kind of... detaching* ...Gluttony ate it...
Denna: Gluttony? What's a- oh! ...Eew. Ow. *shakes it's head* Sorry about that. I'll try to do something about fixing that. I've been dying to try out the new prosthetics the mechanics department is designing. *practically bounces over to the IV stand, hooking up two bags- one of a very familiarly-colored red fluid and another of clear, hooking them up to the connecting tube and inserting that into the protruding end of the IV in Edward's arm*
T!Ed: *keeps staring up at the ceiling, wide-eyed and no longer crying* ...What kinds of prosthetics..?
Denna: For your leg, of course. Nothing to fancy, at least, not yet. This is the first try. *looks around, shaking a sheet off something on a nearby metal table and holding up a prosthetic leg which is more like a metal frame of a couple braces for both thigh and calf, a complicated-looking ball-joint for the knee, and ending in a simple foot-shape, more complicated-looking attachment bits where it connects at the top* They've had your measurements for awhile. I got this yesterday. *sets it back down, going over to him* You comfy?
T!Ed: *looks at it blankly and nods, starting to feel rather floaty from the anesthetic*
Denna: Great. You should feel a little light-headed, but you won't be unconscious. We just want you numbed up, so in a couple of minutes I'll check you out and make sure you won't feel anything. *starts puttering around, collecting various operating tools, arterial clamps, swabs, and sutre supplies onto a small metal table with wheels*
T!Ed: *nods slowly, vision bluring a little and everything feeling almost dreamy, murmuring* .When can I go home..?
Denna: *glances up from looking over the x-ray notes* Hmm? Home? What do you mean?
T!Ed: When can I see Ren and all my friends again..?
Denna: Ren? *picks up a small needle sort of thing* You'll be released to your quarters once you recouperate from surgery. *starts tapping his toes gently with the needle* Feel that at all?
T!Ed: My husband. *shakes his head, unable to feel the tapping*
Denna: *frowns quizzically, setting down the needle and grabbing the folder, flipping through to the patient profile, skimming* Ren... Ren... I don't know any Rens on location-- woah! You mean Darren? Darren Hohenheim?
T!Ed: *shakes his head, not really getting it to move much this time around* That's someone else... Ren Elric. My husband.
Denna: *shakes it's head, eyes wide as he reads* No, no, no. Edward Elric, m. Darren Hohenheim, now Ren Elric, Dec.5, 1917. *looks over, catching sight of his rings and blushing slightly*No kidding. Er, sorry about the comment earlier, then. *gets the needle again, delicately moving Edward's hospital gown up and poking the stump of his leg, a bit harder this time* Feel that?
T!Ed: *winces faintly and jerks his head in a nod before letting it loll to the side, eyes half-lidded*
Denna: You felt that? *frowns, pricking him again*
T!Ed: *winces again and makes a face, trying to figure out why the hell it's poking him*
Denna: Shoot. *frowns, checking the levels of the anisthetic fluid* Um, we'll give it another minute or two, then, I guess. Sorry about that. *gets out a complicated-looking drill and some things in small boxes, setting them on the table, as well*
T!Ed: *eyes go wide at the drill, making a small noise* I want to go home now, I think. *groggily tries to get himself to sit up, not really getting up very far, and instead makes a half-hearted attempt to roll off the operating table*
Denna: Woah, hey! *gets up quickly* You're not going anywhere, especially in that state. I don't want to have to restrain you, but I will. *taps a wrist restraint attached to the side of the operating table* Now just lie still, okay? *frowns, running it's finger idly over a staple near the corner of it's mouth* We'll get you back to your quarters as quick as we can.
T!Ed: *twists weakly a moment before settling down, body trembling faintly and whimpering softly*
Denna: You're going to be fine, I promise. Better, even. When you come to, you'll be able to walk, even. *pricks the stump of his leg again tentatively* How about now?
T!Ed: *just doesn't respond, eyes sliding shut and doing his best to block out the world*
Denna: *takes this as a "yes, I'm all numb now, thanks", and grins* Great! Alright, this'll be over before you know it. *pulls the wheely table over, perching on a stool and adjusting the light over Edward's leg stump, starting to sanitize it*
T!Ed: *goes limp, half-hoping whatever's going to be done to him now just kills him at the very least*
Denna: Not much to get a tourniquet over... hm. *frowns, fiddling with various instruments, making an incision , arterial clamps at the ready*
T!Ed: *stiffens a little, feeling the incision but not by much, looking down groggily to try and see what it's doing*
Denna: *frowns* Try and relax, okay? Just lie still. *goes about clamping off the artery, continuing to poke around with it's scalpel*
T!Ed: *whimpers, digging nails into his palms and jerking his head*
Denna: *frowns deeper* You can't still feel that, can you? I have you at maximum dosage.
T!Ed: *squeezes his eyes shut, shifting uncomfortably*
Denna: I'll make it quick, alright? I can't really offer much more than that. *shrugs apologetically, poking around some more*
T!Ed: *jerks, starting to breath harder* Stop, please... Stop.
Denna: *shakes it's head* Sorry, orders are orders. *sets down the tools, fiddling with the IV stream* There, that's as good as I can get you. You're doing fine, just lie still... *takes up the tools again, making a few more incisions*
T!Ed: *starts to cry silently, wincing at each incision even with the increased IV stream*
Denna: *doesn't notice, getting the skin pushed back from the stump of his femur, reaching for one of the small boxes, taking out some very small screws*
T!Ed: *grips the edges of the table, clenching his teeth together, and reminds himself who he's doing this for in his head over and over and over again*
Denna: *sets down the tools, leaning over to the metal table to fiddle with a few things on the connecting end of the prosthetic, muttering and nodding to itself before reaching for the drill, fitting the bone screw into place and beginning to drill it in*
T!Ed: *screams, eyes flying open and whole body convulsing with pain, clawing at the table and kicking out Denna with his good leg, trying madly to get away, the anesthetic in his system being overpowered by the red stones filtering into his veins*
Denna: *stops abruptly, screw only partway in and drill getting knocked out of it's hand, cursing* Hey! I'm trying to do this as quick as I can! You keep that up and you'll lose even more of this leg. Now lie still, I am not going to tell you again. *glares pointedly, menacingly, taking up the drill again*
T!Ed: *just does not care, and literally throws himself from the operating table, needles ripping out of his arm as he screams again, writhing and trying his damnedest to crawl away*
Denna: Shit! *drops the drill and runs to catch him, trying to get him back onto the table, using it's full weight to hoist him back up* Alright, that's it. I guess I'll have to listen to the boss on this one.
T!Ed: NONONONONO..! *keeps screaming the word over and over again, kicking and thrashing blindly against him, desperately trying to get away*
Denna: *holds him firmly down, using most of it's torso to do so, and managing to get one wrist into a restraint, going for the other* YES! Stay down!
T!Ed: *dances his free wrist away, using it to tear at the restraint of the or to at least press his hands together to clap, moving it away whenever Denna's gets near, still kicking*
Denna: *snarls, reaching for his free shoulder to wrench it back* You really don't want me to call for backup.
T!Ed: *twists his head, trying to bite it's arm as it grabs his shoulder, fighting tooth and nail*
Denna: *narrowing it's eyes, but ignoring the bites, wrenching Edward's shoulder back to get his arm wrestled into the other restraint, not caring much if it's dislocated in the process* You are only making this worse, you know.
T!Ed: *yells as his shoulder does get dislocated, sobbing hard and trying to curl up on the table, shaking violently*
Denna: *sighs, locking the restraint* Great. You're going to have to wait for me to reset your shoulder now, you know. I can't do it while you're strapped down, but I sure as anything don't trust you. *goes back to the cooling units, opening the freezer and taking out an ice pack, setting it carefully around Edward's shoulder and moving down, catching his ankle and securing that into a restraint as well, before he can react*
T!Ed: Stop. Let me go, please. Please stop please please pleasepleasepleaseplease... *twists against the restraints, crying out at moving his injured shoulder and leg stump*
Denna: I keep telling you, you'll be back in your quarters in no time if you just let me finish! *takes up the drill again, delicately re-preparing the incision* Great. What a mess.
T!Ed: That's not home. THAT'S NOT HOME. *shudders, tensing as he sees it pick up the drill again*
Denna: ...Are the drugs finally kicking in? *frowns, resuming work with the bone screw*
T!Ed: *twists, screaming hoarsely, feeling absolutely nauseaus as the pain shoots through leg, coughing against sobs*
Denna: *sighs, finishing the screw and reaching for a small metal plate and another screw* ...You aren't going to stop that, are you?
T!Ed: Make it stop makeitstop pleasepleaseplease! *turns his head, nearly retching onto the operating table, shaking violently*
Denna: *glances nervously at the operating room door, frowning* Fine, fine. He said I'd have to do this if you got noisy. *gets the sutre supplies, threading the needle and reaching down to hold Edward's head still*
T!Ed: *eyes go wide, staring up at the needle and thread in horror* What..? No, please! Don't, don't!
Denna: The boss told me I'd probably have to, and he doesn't like the patients getting noisy. Just hold still... *starts to stitch his mouth shut with quick, destrous swipes of the needle*
T!Ed: *tries to scream, part of his mouth sewn shut already and not able to wrench his lips open properly, twisting and writhing agony*
Denna: *sighs, just continuing it's work* I really wish I didn't have to do this, you understand...
T!Ed: *tries to duck his head away or do something, nails digging into his palms so hard they draw blood, skin starting to heal over the sutures*
Denna: *watches the healing, riveted* Oooh, interesting. Your file mentioned some interesting tidbits. I really wanted to talk to you more. *frowns, face tugging at the staples* Pity. *ties off the end of the floss*
T!Ed: *tries to move his mouth against the stitches, getting nowhere and starting to sob anew, breathing hard, panicked*
Denna: Shh, shh. You'll be fine. I bet you won't even scar. Now, back to work. *returns to the stool, picking up the drill and finishing the last couple of screws and plate, installing the prosthetic connectors*
T!Ed: *screams against the pain, it getting muffled by the stitches sealing his mouth shut, starting to feel horrifically woozy, vision starting to go black*
Denna: *just keeps about it's work, getting the last connector in place and reaching for the prosthetic*
T!Ed: *twists before blacking out completely, near grateful for it*
-------TIMEWARP------
Denna: *humming to itself, taking off the surgical gloves and mask and disposing of them, brushing it's hair back with a sigh and going over to check on Edward*
T!Ed: *only just barely awake, breath coming in short, shuddery gasps, eyes partially open and completely blank, whole body still save for a fine tremor*
Denna: Welcome back. *smiles, reaching to adjust the anisthetic to almost off, turning the red fluid drip up* You've got an amazing body, if I may say so. I've been increasing the red drip for the past hour and you're almost healed!
T!Ed: *glances at him slowly, feeling broken and still in great amounts of pain and discomfort, just wishing he were dead*
Denna: *frowns, going down to adjust a few things on the prosthetic* Try to move your right leg.
T!Ed: *winces and barely gets enough energy together to move the stump of his right leg a little*
Denna: *grins as the prosthetic moves accordingly* Oh, this is terriffic. You should be up and good to walk in about eight hours. It'll be a little stiff, I think, and you'll want to be careful on stairs, but it's quite durable, I assure you.
T!Ed: *just lays there limply, vaguely wondering when he can curl up in a corner somewhere*
Denna: I've got to talk to the boss about the stitches on your mouth. We'll see about getting those off sometime soon, that'll probably be behaviorally-based. *presses fingers lightly around the stitches over the new prosthetic attachment* How's this feel? Still sore?
T!Ed: *winces deeply, whole body shuddering, and nods once, very slowly*
Denna: Damn. I really hoped you'd heal faster and I could see how it works. *grumbles*
T!Ed: *whimpers softly and squeezes his eyes shut*
Denna: Well, I might as well get you to recovery. *begins getting the bed ready for moving*
T!Ed: *opens his eyes a little at the movements, watching him blankly*
Denna: *hooks the IV stand into a little attachment to the table so it rolls with them as it pushes Ed's bed through the swinging doors and into another very sterile room which looks basically like a hospital recovery room* Here we are. Soon you'll be back in your own bed in the apartments.
T!Ed: *presses his face to a pillow, trying to hide it, arms wrapped tightly around himself as he moves carefully to lie on his left side, curled up into a ball*
Denna: Woah- um, you might want to stay on your back for now, til that heals fully... *bites it's lip, reaching to turn him back* Oh, almost forgot-- *takes a pad of paper with a pen attached to it by a cord out of it's lab coat pocket* This is for you. *holds it out*
T!Ed: *turns back over without any resistance at all, looking blankly at the pad of paper and the pen*
Denna: *presses them into his hands* Here, take them. Do you need anything before I leave you in the nurse's care?
T!Ed: *lets the pad and pen fall out of his hands and onto the bed, watching as the pen rolls off and falls to the floor with a clatter, not really caring at all*
Denna: *sighs, rolling it's eyes* I'm serious. You need to keep those with you, just in case anything happens. I'm going to keep you on the red drip so you won't need food or water for a good while. *reaches down to get them, handing them back to Edward* Seriously.
T!Ed: *stares at them for a long time before finally reaching out weakly to take them himself, setting them down carefully, though does entertain the thought of chucking them at Denna*
Denna: Good. Now don't lose them. It might be days before I get clearance to take those stitches off. At any rate, I'll be back in about eight hours to check on you and see if the prosthetic needs adjusting. *makes some notes on the file*
T!Ed: *slides his eyelids shut, not really even listening to it*
Denna: Suit yourself. Get some rest while you can. If your leg heals well, you're getting the enhancements day after tomorrow.
T!Ed: *slumps and makes a small, distressed sound in the back of his throat, looking up at it almost pleadingly*
Denna: *glances back, setting the file down* Need something?
T!Ed: *takes the pad and pen shakily and writes slowly the letters, even for all the slowness, coming out like woozy, shaken scribbles* "Stop."
Denna: *frowns questioningly* Stop what?
T!Ed: *gestures to the prosthetic, whimpering pathetically*
Denna: *shakes its head, not understanding* Need more anisthetic?
T!Ed: *writes beneath the first word "Torturing me," underlining the "Stop." for good measure*
Denna: *sighs* I'm not torturing you. I'm fixing you. And I'm just carrying out my orders, at any rate. You'll be able to walk, now! And wait'll you see the combat enhancements.
T!Ed: ... *works up enough strength to actually toss the pad of paper at it, albeit weakly, and curls up into a little ball again, back to it, forcing himself to ignore the discomfort*
Denna: Hey! *scowls, catching the pad and pen and setting them on the bedside table* Alright, fine. Have it your way, but don't blame me if you heal wrong. I think I'll definitely request some aids for the next surgery. *gets up to go*
T!Ed: *ignores it, rocking back and forth a little, humming quietly to himself*
Denna: *shakes it's head, leaving and shutting the door with a click*
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Date: 2007-05-17 08:37 am (UTC)It wasn't as bad as I was expecting, actually. The warnings were so intense that it probably diminished the disturbing. I was expecting something a lot more graphic. XD;; So hey, that's good, end result is I am less disturbed than I would have been otherwise.
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