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[euthenasiastic]

Who: euthenasiastic (Shizune) and nottwiceblessed (Chris)
What: Shizune dragging Chris to her room D: So she can see what she can do for the poor soul.
When: NAO
Where: Rooms 710 and 707
Rating: PG? lol

Note: Piper-mun and Inuyasha-mun are free to join any time they want, if they please!

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[euthenasiastic]

"Mn." She nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. She suspected that he'd be slipping in and out of consciousness throughout this entire ordeal.

After a few more quick steps, Shizune slowly let go of one of his arms, pushing the door to her own room open. She leaned over, gathering her strength to lift the man (bride-style!), leaning against the wall for support as she did.

"I'm going to give you a light anesthetic, but first I will be placing you on my bed." She informed him in a calm voice, legs shaking just a bit as she carried him inside. "You will need it." After all, clearing someone's lungs in a forceful way was never guaranteed to feel good. At this rate, the man would have a hard time keeping down any drink or medicine she gave him, though, and she needed his system cleared, even if just a bit.

She hoped this...whatever it is hadn't mutated to the point where she couldn't properly assess what he had. She'd do everything she could to assist acceleration of his cell regeneration, though.

Slowly placing him down on to her bed, she once again pressed her palm to the back of his forehead. Next, she grabbed his face, cupping it gently with one hand, prying one of his eyes open with the other, trying to check his pupils.

[nottwiceblessed]

Embarrassed as he might been at being carried like that, Chris was certainly in no place to argue. He managed open his eyes to give the woman an incredulous look as he felt her shaking under the strain of carrying him.

As his back touched the bed, he let it support him while he coughed, turning onto his side to better ease the air out. When he was done, he tried to fend off the hands on his face, but found he wasn't strong enough.

Being sick sucked. Hurt a lot, too.

Something came back to him for a moment and he asked, "Anesthetic? What... for?"

[euthenasiastic]

Shizune tightened the corners of her mouth into a small frown, before reaching for her sleeve and rolling it up, fingering the various needles strapped to her forearm, picking out the proper muscle relaxer and pain reliever.

"I'll need to be clearing out your lungs, and you'll need to be very still, sir." Or at least attempting to clear them out, but she didn't want him to be pessimistic about this.

[nottwiceblessed]

"What?" Chris looked at the needle in trepidation and attempted to push her away as a cough took him. Once he had his breath, he continued with, "Wait, st-stop." He tried to pin her with a hard stare, but he wasn't sure how effective it might be against her, what with his fever and weakness.

"Why?" he asked. "It's a cough mixed with a cold or something, nothing--"

He gasped and had to turn away to cough into his sleeve when the insides of his lungs currently filled themselves with fire. Wet fire. ...lava? It didn't matter. It hurt. Spent, Chris lay himself back down on the bed, pulling his elbow away to lay at his side when he noticed the wet redness now on it.

That wasn't good.

[euthenasiastic]

"Stop that," she said in a low voice, with only a hint of frustration, "you need this." She grabbed his forearm, pulling it out and staring at the blood and phlegm in his hand, a pensive expression etched on her features. Holding his hand down, she slipped the needle into his most prominent vein at the top of his forearm, making sure it slide into it perfectly, not wanting to miss.

She thought doing it quick would give him less time to react, and less time to protest and think about what was going on.

"There won't be any cutting open, if that's what you're afraid of. You should be feeling a bit numb in about thirty seconds."

[nottwiceblessed]

Chris shook his head and coughed, a small amount of blood trailing out of his lips. "No... I don't," he tried to assert, but it was already too late. She had gotten the needle into him, but it hadn't been long enough.

Using his free hand and functioning more on instinct than thought, he gestured and pulled the needle out with telekinesis, then tried to push the woman away with the same power. It took too much concentration, however, and he could already feel threads of numbness working their way up his arm.

Breathing as evenly as he could manage, he again used his free hand to swipe at his face, trying to stop the trickle of blood he felt. "Why... are you so... determined... to do that?" he asked, holding his confusion back and replacing it instead with anger.

[euthenasiastic]

Seeing as it was only Moderate sedation/analgesia, Shizune wasn't surprised that he still had the strength to give her such an attitude. However, she was shocked to see that he apparently had abilities she was not previously aware of. How silly of me, she thought, Who in this castle IS ordinary?

She was used to people being uncooperative about having needles pushed into them against their will. Needless to say, it certainly occurred to her that she perhaps was being much too forceful, and she felt a wave of blood rush to her face.

"Now, don't take that tone with me." She frowned, placing her hands on her hips. "You're seriously ill, this is much more severe and accelerated than I had previously imagined it to be. You're going to need your lungs cleared out, sir, or you're going to have trouble breathing at all unassisted within a couple of hours."

She tried approaching him again, her look softening slightly. "Listen," she tried reasoning, giving him a smile, "I can help you, and I promise it would be quick...?"

[nottwiceblessed]

Chris closed his eyes for a moment and let himself catch his breath as best he could manage. He somehow kept himself from coughing before opening his eyes again to give her a look before his gaze slid to the needle still on the floor.

Listening to her plead to him to be allowed to do whatever-it-was - clear his lungs? - Chris could tell she meant no real harm. And really, she couldn't do that much worse than he was already feeling, could she?

"You... sound like my mom," he said with a small smile. "Kind of. A little." He made a little shrug and looked back up to her. "This is going to hurt, isn't it? That's why you were using the needle and whatever was in it. The--" What was it, again? He was getting tired and it was difficult to think. "The... the anesthesia?"

[euthenasiastic]

"Your Mother? Well, I'm certain she'd not want you to refuse medical service." She smiled, taking another step forward, placing her hand very softly on his shoulder.

"It...will hurt, yes." She nodded at Chris, keeping eye contact with him. "But please, don't let that deter you...because it will be quick, and you'll barely feel it." She decided the best way to ease him would be to explain to him what she'd do. That would assuage his fears, right?

She concentrated chakra into the palms of her hands, holding them up to Chris as they glowed a faint green. "See, this is healing chakra. I am going to literally try pulling the phlegm out of your lungs. Now, that won't stop them from eventually filling up again, and it won't stop the disease, but it will clear up your breathing for now." She looked a bit nervous, but she couldn't help it. She wasn't used to having to gain a patient's trust. Most of the men she cured were always put out cold, naturally.

"Then, after that, I'm going to see what I can for your actual disease. I can try accelerating cell growth, which could help your body heal faster...but I don't want to promise you anything in that department. For now, I just want you to be able to breathe."

[nottwiceblessed]

Chris looked this woman in the eye as she explained what she planned to do. She looked honestly concerned for him. Her proposition sounded reasonable, and even though he had a few doubts that what she was planning to do would be any more effective than what Kabuto had done, he couldn't see any reason to not let her try.

"Accelerating... cell growth," he repeated, wondering what exactly that was - was it like Whitelighter's healing, only not as effective? - when he had to turn his head and cough, the blood and pain once again coming with it.

He laid his head down and looked back to her. Even if this whole thing was only a stop-gap measure, it was better than nothing. "Alright," he agreed. "Let's... do this."

(OoC: Um, sorry for the sucky and extremely late post? I figured a sucky post was better than none at all, but still. 8D;;)