[Blood loss plus wild sexual thrills aerobatic feats plus manhandling minus pants doesn't make for the sort of first impression Dr. Steinman usually makes. He trails after Bhamba only long enough to-goodness, note that look of desperate relief at Simon's appearance-take a much needed seat on the nearest piece of furniture. He'll be dragged no farther.]
-thank you, I'll-if you let me-just... here. I'm fine here.
[Steinman makes an expression at Simon that would probably be a "pleased to meet you" smile if it weren't so exhausted. He's back to holding the bloody cloth to his head as if he's making sure his brains don't spill out. Perhaps he's doing just that. Seems unlikely.]
Please excuse my attire. And please tell me you're a surgeon?
[A relieved sigh joins the relieved expression. The surgeon moves to extend a hand in greeting before realizing he needs them both to unfasten the dressing from his head. He gestures at himself instead.]
Dr. J.S. Steinman. Wonderful to see you, Doctor-? [Ever so carefully peeling the cloth from his head.] Of course... here, I haven't been able to...
[Scratches, bruises, dust, blood-Steinman looks like a the contents of his destroyed room put up a fight. His head is by far the wors-let's put it this way: his left ear is firmly attached to a thick flap of skin, but that skin itself isn't very well attached to his head. The wall plaster and blood do a nice job of keeping wound closed. He turns his head to give Simon a better view, continuing his quiet explanation:]
...I'm afraid it's quite deep. I haven't-you-my room is gone.
((OOC: Ridiculously busy, I apologize for tagging so late. I promise to tag as quickly as I can.))
[Simon inspects the wound with a carefully neutral expression.]
Gone? What happened?
[He'll try to keep Steinman talking and distracted while he works at cleaning and bandaging his head. Insert those doctor-y actions here, since the mun am lazy and doesn't want to go ask the Google about it.]
Dr. Tam. I hope-[wince]-I hope to see you again under-[grimace]-better circumstances.
[Talking and distracted, you say? Lovely. Steinman can keep conversing in that "politely on the verge of shock" way indefinitely, it seems. Pardon the lapses into silence here and there. The man looks like he'd be in considerable pain and at least slight horror if he weren't half on autopilot.]
My room? It collapsed. The whole room collapsed while I was... everything collapsed. [a pause] Was it only the top floor? Are there-how many have you seen today?
[Who needs Google? We're all surgeons here! And we're sure there's lots of cleaning and suturing and suturing and suturing and bandaging and possibly even transfusion that Dr. Steinman would usually want to guarantee meets his exacting standards. As it is, he's a version of model patient.]
[And Simon is a model doctor. A genius some might say. =|a
But that's neither here nor there. He is doing all of those things, as well as giving the poor guy something for the INTENSE PAIN he is probably not feeling quite yet, but will be feeling rather soon.]
More than I'd like, to be quite honest.
[Stupid zombies. And crocodiles. And mansion falling apart.]
You know what's also good? Moving from a state of mostly painless shock and potential nerve damage to a state of mostly painless drugged bliss without much AUGH GOD MAKE IT STOP in between. Steinman would applaud your choice in that, if he were in applauding form.]
...I just need another local when you're finished and I can lend a-[hold on a moment says his lopsided expression]-first, I'll need to get to the closet. Is there one here? [pause, attempt to smile] Once I find a closet, I can lend a hand. I've seen my share of trauma.
[If Doctor Simon has opted for the deliciously general sedative route, fill in the beginnings of a slow drift to lesser pain and even lesser consciousness.]
Of course. [blink] If you're sure. [blink] I can rest for a while, get out of your hair. [slow blink] But please-
[-pardon Dr. Steinman as he takes a more comfortable seat on the floor against the table he'd been sitting on. Ah, much better. Now then, what was he saying? He squints his increasingly glassy eyes. He had something he was about to say-oh! There we go:]
Please page me if there are any complications, Dr. Tam. I want to know the minute he wakes up. And when you see her, tell her I'm available this afternoon. I've been thinking about her case. I have the perfect nose...
[One preeminent surgeon, satisfactorily incapacitated. Don't worry, he won't be following anyone around any time soon unless instructed. Spoilsport.]
[Simon has drugged his share of people to get them out of his hair.
Though usually it's a gun-toting, man-ape-gone-wrong-thing.
And with that, he'll let Steinman sleep a bit and check back on him later. Of course, he'll want to do a better job on the wound later, when his clinic isn't in shambles. Thanks a lot Tim. But this will do for now.]
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Bhamba quickly lets go of Steinman, shoves him out of the way and throws off his jetpack before Bhamba it explodes. ]
Doctor? Is there a doctor here?!
[ He calls out into the dining hall while stepping through the window, dragging Steinman along. ]
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Simon grabs his medical bag and hurries overrrrr.]
Right here.
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-thank you, I'll-if you let me-just... here. I'm fine here.
[Steinman makes an expression at Simon that would probably be a "pleased to meet you" smile if it weren't so exhausted. He's back to holding the bloody cloth to his head as if he's making sure his brains don't spill out. Perhaps he's doing just that. Seems unlikely.]
Please excuse my attire. And please tell me you're a surgeon?
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Yes. I'm a trauma surgeon.
Here, let me look at your head.
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Dr. J.S. Steinman. Wonderful to see you, Doctor-? [Ever so carefully peeling the cloth from his head.] Of course... here, I haven't been able to...
[Scratches, bruises, dust, blood-Steinman looks like a the contents of his destroyed room put up a fight. His head is by far the wors-let's put it this way: his left ear is firmly attached to a thick flap of skin, but that skin itself isn't very well attached to his head. The wall plaster and blood do a nice job of keeping wound closed. He turns his head to give Simon a better view, continuing his quiet explanation:]
...I'm afraid it's quite deep. I haven't-you-my room is gone.
((OOC: Ridiculously busy, I apologize for tagging so late. I promise to tag as quickly as I can.))
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[Simon inspects the wound with a carefully neutral expression.]
Gone? What happened?
[He'll try to keep Steinman talking and distracted while he works at cleaning and bandaging his head. Insert those doctor-y actions here, since the mun am lazy and doesn't want to go ask the Google about it.]
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[Talking and distracted, you say? Lovely. Steinman can keep conversing in that "politely on the verge of shock" way indefinitely, it seems. Pardon the lapses into silence here and there. The man looks like he'd be in considerable pain and at least slight horror if he weren't half on autopilot.]
My room? It collapsed. The whole room collapsed while I was... everything collapsed. [a pause] Was it only the top floor? Are there-how many have you seen today?
[Who needs Google? We're all surgeons here! And we're sure there's lots of cleaning and suturing and suturing and suturing and bandaging and possibly even transfusion that Dr. Steinman would usually want to guarantee meets his exacting standards. As it is, he's a version of model patient.]
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But that's neither here nor there. He is doing all of those things, as well as giving the poor guy something for the INTENSE PAIN he is probably not feeling quite yet, but will be feeling rather soon.]
More than I'd like, to be quite honest.
[Stupid zombies. And crocodiles. And mansion falling apart.]
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You know what's also good? Moving from a state of mostly painless shock and potential nerve damage to a state of mostly painless drugged bliss without much AUGH GOD MAKE IT STOP in between. Steinman would applaud your choice in that, if he were in applauding form.]
...I just need another local when you're finished and I can lend a-[hold on a moment says his lopsided expression]-first, I'll need to get to the closet. Is there one here? [pause, attempt to smile] Once I find a closet, I can lend a hand. I've seen my share of trauma.
[If Doctor Simon has opted for the deliciously general sedative route, fill in the beginnings of a slow drift to lesser pain and even lesser consciousness.]
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I think it would be best if you rested a bit. [Or more than a bit.] I've got things under control here for now.
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[-pardon Dr. Steinman as he takes a more comfortable seat on the floor against the table he'd been sitting on. Ah, much better. Now then, what was he saying? He squints his increasingly glassy eyes. He had something he was about to say-oh! There we go:]
Please page me if there are any complications, Dr. Tam. I want to know the minute he wakes up. And when you see her, tell her I'm available this afternoon. I've been thinking about her case. I have the perfect nose...
[One preeminent surgeon, satisfactorily incapacitated. Don't worry, he won't be following anyone around any time soon unless instructed. Spoilsport.]
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[Simon has drugged his share of people to get them out of his hair.
Though usually it's a gun-toting, man-ape-gone-wrong-thing.
And with that, he'll let Steinman sleep a bit and check back on him later. Of course, he'll want to do a better job on the wound later, when his clinic isn't in shambles. Thanks a lot Tim. But this will do for now.]
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