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FTEC - Saturday Evening [12/2]

After a close call on his way from the apartment down to the clinic, Wilson came dashing into the clinic sans his usual latte.

Somehow stopping at the Perk seemed like an unwise idea.

Moving quickly through the door, Wilson tossed his satchal behind the desk and moved swiftly through the back halls of the clinic to see if anyone had been dropped off already and baring that, if they were stocked up.

"Large, mean beings...I almost would have rather had the zombies, at least they moved slowly." He muttered.

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Jude looked truly miserable cradled against Chad's chest, muddy and bruised and with his left leg hanging at a slightly odd angle.

Chad carefully set Jude down in the bed, straightening and fruitlessly trying to wipe some snot off of himself by rubbing his hand on his pants. He frowned down at him. "That looks...not good."

"Doesn't feel good, bro," Jude said, trying to watch him try to de-snot without making it obvious he was watching. "Sorry about makin' you rescue me . . ."

Wilson handed a box of moist wipe towels towards Chad. They might at least help...a little, then he walked over to where Jude was on the bed.

"Jude, I think all three of us know your leg is broken." Wilson said calmly. "Are you allergic to any sorts of painkillers? Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"No, not allergic," Jude replied, shaking his head. "My back kinda hurts. I got tossed around a bit."

Nodding, Wilson turned back to the drawers and withdrew a syringe.

"I'm going to give you something to help with the pain, then we need to get you into a gown so we can get x-rays of that leg and get it set. Have you ever had a broken bone before?"

Keeping Jude talking, trying to distract the young man from what had to be a painful injury.

Chad muttered a no problem to Jude and a gracias to Dr. Wilson as he took the towels and listened quietly while he cleaned up all the snot....as well as he could, anyway.

Jude let out a breathy chuckle. "What haven't I broken, dude?" he asked, hissing slightly as he shifted, eyeing the needle.

Wilson grinned and very discreetly and quite swiftly injected the drug.

"Then you know the routine?" He said as he disposed of the syringe and pulled a hospital gown out of the closet.

"Yeah," Jude replied, glancing at Chad and blushing a bit when faced with the need to get into the gown and he got the feeling too many people were going to see his tattoo.

"Oh." Chad let out a little sound of realization, and politely turned around to face the wall until Jude was properly gowned. Nevermind that he'd already seen the tattoo last night. It belatedly clicked in his head that that look on Jude's face wasn't embarrassment for the fact of the matter, but, instead, because he might need some help. So he glanced over his shoulder. "Uhhhh, you got that okay, or....?"

"Uh, I-I-I'm okay," Jude stammered, blushing furiously now. He slipped off the bed onto his good leg with the ease of long practice. His shorts were almost falling off anyway, but that was pretty normal. He changed swiftly and perched back on the bed, his fingers clenching on the edge of the bed and staring resolutely at the ground. The drugs were definitely helping with the pain, though. "Done," he squeaked.

When he could tell, from listening, that Jude was ready, Wilson turned and moved towards the bed, pulling along the portal x-ray machine.

"All right then, let me get a picture here and we'll see what sort of setting I need to do tonight."

Taking the x-ray, Wilson waited for the film to spit out, then flicked it up on the lightboard.

"MmmHmm...yes, indeed...you are the proud owner of a fractured leg." Wilson said a little worriedly given the nature of the break.

"Sweet. I can add it to my collection," Jude winced. "More crutches?"

"More crutches." Wilson confirmed. "Probably the type that cuff up around the arm, so we don't risk your shoulders with the strain.

In the meantime, Wilson started to break out all the fun plastering goodies and put in a call for the nurse to come help him. Setting a leg and then casting it was always a bugger and a half.

"It's going to have to be a hard cast I'm afraid, due to the severity of the break."

Jude nodded, privately thinking that elbow crutches went faster. But what he was thinking about was that Chad was the one who had punched out a troll and Jude was the one who had been running away, yet he was the one in the paper gown and wet plaster.

Real great impression, bro. Hi, I'm Jude, I'm a total wuss.

Well, for the moment, there was going to be quite while Wilson gave Jude a follow up shot of the good stuff and then with the help of the x-ray, reset the bone and then settled down to play in the plaster a paris.

It took a few hours to set the bone and finish the cast but finally he had it all done and the leg up in traction.

"The pain meds should also help your back." He said as he and the nurse worked to make sure Jude was comfortable.

"Thanks," Jude replied. He had been saying 'thanks' every time someone did anything for him, being a polite Canadian boy as he was. He looked over at Chad, wondering why the giant Mexican was still hanging around.

"You don't have to stay," he said dully, not quite meeting his eyes.

"Ugh?" Chad gave a questioning grunt as he turned toward Jude. In truth, he'd kind of forgotten he was there, spacing out a bit. He was all too used to the whole just being in the background and not doing anything while important stuff happened with other people thing. Really. He blinked a bit back into reality. His jaw felt a little...off. He place his hands, one regular, one still encased in armour, on each side of his square jaw and gave it a quick little jack back into place. Better. Probably not a good thing to do in front of a doctor, but it was better now.

"Uhh, I don't mind. Ya want me to stay? For company?"

Jude looked up at him quickly and then immediately back down, picking at the thin sheets. "Um, if you want to . . . don't want to bother you or anything."

In other words: yes, please.

"S'not a bother," Chad shrugged. "So long as it's okay with you, Doc."

Wilson and the nurse did their best to be unobtrusive.

"All right, you should be set for the night." Wilson said, then he smiled towards Chad. "There are pillows and blankets in that closet there...feel free to make yourself comfortable."

Giving the two a nod, Wilson headed on out of the room and left them to their privacy.

"I'm sorry I'm such a wuss," Jude blurted when Wilson had gone. "You really don't have to stay . . ."

Making himself comfortable meant releasing the spiritual energy that made his armour, it disappearing in a little puff, and making his way over to the sink to clean up a little better because, yeah, those little moist towellettes did nothin'.

"You're not a wuss," Chad said as he washed up. "You took that fracture like a champ. An' I can go, if you want me, too," he added, thinking maybe he'd misjudged Jude's earlier answer.

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