Paging Doctor Hope
For the most part, Pyro was doing fine. His stomach hurt from time to time, but the wound was practically closed and healed, the stitches out and him back to his usual activities -because he never was a fan of running or any of that stupid shit that they tried to get him doing for the PT. But lately, over the last day or so, there had been certain times when it felt like he'd just been shot all over again.
The first few days following the wound his lower abdomen had been agony, tender and sore and constantly cramping up. But that eased over time and then it was fine for a while. Now it was agony all over again and frankly, he wasn't best pleased. Spending a day curled up in his bed hadn't helped at all, so he finally admitted defeat and pulled himself from his room and across the base.
As far as doctors went, he liked Hope. It was just as well he wasn't as adverse to the whole medical center crap like he used to be. Soon enough he would be rivalling Ric for his own bloody spot in the center. Getting a hold of one of the nurses and asking if he could see Dr Chandler was fairly easy, considering they all seemed to flock around one another near the entrance and Pyro was led up to a ward and sat on a bed.
Curving over his stomach, knees drawn up, St John gritted his teeth and just waited.
The first few days following the wound his lower abdomen had been agony, tender and sore and constantly cramping up. But that eased over time and then it was fine for a while. Now it was agony all over again and frankly, he wasn't best pleased. Spending a day curled up in his bed hadn't helped at all, so he finally admitted defeat and pulled himself from his room and across the base.
As far as doctors went, he liked Hope. It was just as well he wasn't as adverse to the whole medical center crap like he used to be. Soon enough he would be rivalling Ric for his own bloody spot in the center. Getting a hold of one of the nurses and asking if he could see Dr Chandler was fairly easy, considering they all seemed to flock around one another near the entrance and Pyro was led up to a ward and sat on a bed.
Curving over his stomach, knees drawn up, St John gritted his teeth and just waited.