[CLOSED] And she's off to the clinic already.

[reigninginstars]

Who: Commander Shepard and Mordin Solus.
What: Shepard ended up getting hurt pretty badly when she was out scouting Silent Hill with Fox and Garrus, and needs to go see Mordin to get her wounds checked out.
When: Not too long after this happened.
Where: Back on S.S. Thor, at the Refugee's Haven Medical Clinic.
Warnings: More than likely for

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[neuterskrogan]

Mordin had been working pretty much nonstop for the past couple weeks trying to get the clinic in order to his liking. The fact that his preferences were so specific tended to complicate things, but for the most part it had been a pretty flawless conversion. Now if only he had the funding for that sentry bot he wanted...

When Shepard arrived, Mordin happened to be in the middle of some calibrations checking some readings on his Omni-tool.

"Shepard." He nodded a brief greeting and looked up, and upon seeing his commander in such an urgent state, dropped whatever he was doing and quickly made his way over to her. He wasted no time looking over her wounds.

"Third degree burns. No fire damage, corrosive damage to fabric. Suggests contact with acidic substance. Prolonged contact. No time to waste, exam room, now."

Mordin quickly began ushering Shepard into the nearest empty exam room, trying to be as gentle as he could in the process.

[reigninginstars]

Shepard winced as Mordin approached her, clenching her jaw as she glanced up to the ceiling momentarily. Okay, so maybe it was a lot worse than first expected. 'Dammit all..' cursed the commander inwardly. Shepard scratched at her forehead as he checked her over, glancing over to him and making eye contact.

"So it's really that bad, huh?" Shepard muttered as she quickly wandered into the exam room and over to the table where she sat at the end of it. A light sigh escaped Shepard, her hues watching the salarian. Blue orbs were set intent and awaiting what the other would need to do, she could only imagine. Afterall, Shepard did get into some intense battles back home which resulted in a lot of medical attention and bedrest.

"You're probably wondering how this happened..."

[neuterskrogan]

Once in the exam room, Mordin quickly set about gathering any supplies he might need. He pulled on a pair of three fingered surgical gloves and started filling a pan with sterile water.

"Would like to know, yes. Would help to know exact source of acidic substance. Easier to administer proper treatment."

When he was finished grabbing stuff, he made his way over to the exam table and set it down on on a tray next to Shepard.

"Must ensure contaminated clothing no longer has contact with epidermis. Shirt off and lay back." He paused for a second, realizing that this Shepard may not be as comfortable with being topless as much as the one he was used to, and as an after though added, "Will get hospital gown."

[reigninginstars]

Shepard shifted on the table, hands in her lap fiddling ever so slightly as she watched him walk around and gather the necessary supplies. Her hues shifted down at the bowl of water for a few moments, pondering how she would explain this one.

"The planet Konami VI has a seemingly "haunted city" by the name of Silent Hill. While I was down there, I heard that disappearances were happening and wanted to scout the area for the missing civilians ... before any of that could even happen, Garrus informed me that a comrade of his was down on the planet too and was in trouble. So, I met up with both of them and took out the hostiles. I wasn't expecting much enemy-wise, but to our disadvantage there were many different hostile creatures who came in contact with us. One of them spewed an acidic substance from its chest cavity, which caused this wound on me. It melted through my armor immediately upon impact and took down my shields like it was nothing. There were other creatures too... it's just- it's so bizarre. Nothing like we've ever dealt

[neuterskrogan]

Were this any other time, Mordin may have found this information on the planet's lifeforms fascinating. Well, he did really, but he was too focused on the task at hand to comment on it. He scowled a bit once Shepard's explanation was over, and returned to her side after fetching a medical gown from a cabinet in the corner.

"Acid byproduct of local wildlife, may complicate things." He activated his omni-tool, pausing just long enough to scan Shepard's injured area. Upon getting a reading, he didn't seem too terribly concerned.

"Readings indicate simple hydrochloric acid compound, though far more potent that that found in human stomach. Interesting. Ah, can simply cut off upper layer of suit, faster and safer than complete removal."

He took a pair of surgical scissors from the tray and began to do just that.

[reigninginstars]

"... It doesn't exactly look like wildlife though." Shepard interjected, but then dropped the subject of what the creatures may be. At least, it didn't look like any type of animal to her... although, it was quite dark and they didn't have much light. The female pondered over that thought for a little while, but was brought back to real-time when Mordin spoke once more.

"So it's not deadly or all that serious?" Shepard questioned, a slight confused expression forming on her facial features. Holding the gown, she allowed the other to cut the upper part of her suit off and by the time he was done, she already was pulling on the gown and then removing her torn upper part of the suit. Aw yeah, free peep show. Glancing behind herself for a moment, Shepard eased herself down on her back, adjusting herself on the exam table for a brief moment.

[neuterskrogan]

"Not deadly, though will most likely leave bad scarring." Mordin said, pushing the gown up just enough so he could clearly see all the damage. He took a pan of water and a sterile gauze from the tray.

"Must clean and sterilize area. Will hurt, pretty badly. Will apply medi-gel to area once finished to ease pain."

[reigninginstars]

"On wonderful. Just what I needed- more scarring." Shepard idly shrugs her shoulders after the sarcastic reply, the scarring bit not really phasing her. Oh well, it could have been a lot worse. Shepard glanced at the gauze, her frame tensing for a moment when he mentioned it would hurt pretty badly.

"Ah, you're not too comforting when you say it like that, Mordin." Shepard braced herself, having an idea of how bad it may hurt. Hell, she almost did attack Garrus earlier when he treated her first. She was going to try having a better grip on herself this time around. Watch out for your eyes, Mordin.

[neuterskrogan]

"Apologies. Have been told bedside manner could use work. Beginning now."

It wasn't much of a warning, admittedly. He quickly set to work, cleaning the area and any surrounding skin. He repeated the process a couple of times, but still managed to be pretty fast about it. As soon as he was finished, he treated the area with medi-gel. With Shepard around, he'd have to look into making more of this stuff. He only had so much laying around, after all.

"Finished. Will allow medi-gel to take effect before dressing."

[reigninginstars]

"It's all right, Mordin, no hard fe-- AAUUUUUGH!"

Yelped Shepard from the contact, immediately wincing. Okay yeah, that stung a lot. Her jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as she tried to get a grip on herself. She attempted to remind herself that it would be over soon and that it would be a very bad idea to flip over the nearest table. Shepard didn't even realize she was holding her breath until she opened her mouth to say something. Inhaling shallowly, she tried to relax her muscles, but it wasn't working all too well for her.

"Damn. That really fucking stung." Shepard finally hissed out under her breath as she stared up at the ceiling. Thank goodness the worst was over, right?

[neuterskrogan]

Mordin had dealt with so many noisy patients over the years that he was hardly phased by Shepard's yelping. She was a tough chick, after all. She could take it. And maybe she'd learn to be more careful in the future.

Yeah, sure.

The salarian started preparing some tape and gauze on the tray, glancing back over at Shepard. "Anybody else injured?"

[reigninginstars]

Shepard arched a brow, but then shook her head. "No. Noone else was injured to my knowledge."

[neuterskrogan]

"Good to hear. Have had influx in patients lately, mostly injuries received planetside. Interesting planet, would like to take samples."

Mordin paused, inhaling sharply as he began dressing Shepard's wounds. "Lacking in free time, unfortunately. May not get the chance."

[reigninginstars]

Shepard was quiet for a few moments while Mordin dressed her wounds, "Actually, I want to go back down to the planet as soon as possible. There's a lot of weird stuff that happens down there... and a lot of disappearances." Shepard paused again, eyes closing, "I want to try finding those missing people."

[neuterskrogan]

"Wouldn't recommend returning to combat situations in current condition. Need to run blood tests, make sure toxins haven't been introduced into blood stream."

Mordin finished dressing the wounds, and started packing things up on the tray. He looked up for a moment, giving Shepard an exasperated look. "Not likely to listen though, are you."

[reigninginstars]

After the wound was patched up on her, Shepard attempted to sit up on the table, wincing slightly as she did so. She crossed her arms over her chest, "I understand what you need to do but... I can't just lay around. There could be helpless people trapped. We might be their only chance of escaping."

His next comment made Shepard smirk and chuckle lightly under her breath momentarily, "You know me well, but what I say is true... how long do I need to be careful for?"