Entry #A-2: "An" [Video]

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[The feed flickers on during what is clearly a heated struggle. It's difficult to get a clear view of anything, as L's phone is clattering to the floor and getting shuffled and kicked around in dirt and broken glass and the movement is constant. Every now and then, it's possible to glimpse a bare, slightly cut-up human foot or a flash of dead-white

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[ And there's a startled, worried face in reply: ]

Hello? Are you all right--?

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Dr. Hadesu Itsuhito...

[The adrenaline is making his hands shake too violently to type, so he has to speak into the microphone.]

For the most part, I am, but if you know any quick ways to remove hardened mucus with minimal damage to covered tissue, it would be much appreciated...

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Ah-- let's see now. I haven't yet actually come into contact with it on skin, and we don't know the chemical makeup. But any action is better than belated action in a situation like this--

[ He's rambling a bit, because he's nervous. But he quickly recomposes himself with a clearing of the throat and a sub-vocal apology. ]

My apologies-- if you can get the hardened mucus off first and be careful not to spread anything remaining, a room-temperature water rinse for a good twenty to thirty minutes is the best precursor for chemical burn treatment. Cover it with a damp cloth to keep it clean, and if you can, come straight here.

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[There's a long groan from L's end when he hears that the man doesn't know exactly what to do about the slime. It's probably a little bit ridiculous to expect anyone to know, when they have about as much, or less, information than he does, but... damn, it would have been nice.]

Getting the hardened mucus off is the problem. I've been chipping at it with bits of sharp ceramic, but that's actually not working too well. I'm concerned about what will happen when the caustic substance gets through the skin and starts on the muscle and tendons.

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[ There's a bit of a pause as he thinks, and then: ]

If you can't get it off, then just try to come straight here. From the burns I've seen so far, it doesn't seem to be a very strong acid-- I haven't seen the acid getting past the dermis. I imagine we'll have to use a scalpel to separate it at the edges and remove it as a whole, and proceed with the cleaning. May I ask where you are...?

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[Some time later, L responds, and he sounds tired and breathless.]

A young man named Tsuna helped me. I managed to get the crust off with a stiff-bristled brush, and I cleaned and bandaged the burn as well as I could using an incomplete first-aid kit. The acid burned through my jeans and... maybe through the dermis, though that could simply be damage on account of the bristles.

[He... kind of wishes he'd gotten the message before everything with Tsuna had gone down.]

We are en route to the hospital.

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[ HE WILL REFRAIN FROM SCOLDING L because really that was a terrible thing to go and do, and he cringes at the thought of further tissue damage... But with a calm and encouraging voice, he replies: ]

Mm, I suppose we'll see if further damage was caused. I'll be ready to receive you then, in the lobby. Please do be careful.

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[OOC: Actually, if you want, we could do a short action log right here. :D I'm totally open to it and I'll leave it up to you, lol.]

I'll be there shortly. Thank you.

[Action] sure thing!

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[ And doot doot he's on standby with one of a few situation-specific trays he's prepared, tidying behind the reception desk. His movements are comfortable enough, but with a slightly jarring hitch here and there. He wanted to help who he could, but he couldn't exactly leave the hospital in case anyone needed help-- of course they'd come here first. ]

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[L enters without Tsuna; the flame wielder is helping more people than just him, today, and he's needed elsewhere, so there's no need for him to follow and ensure L's safety. He closes the door behind him, turning his attention toward the reception desk. Those hitches in the doctor's movements get a tilted head and a squinted eye from L. Body language doesn't come as naturally to him as some things, and he's not incredibly certain whether those hitches are due to an old injury, a current neurological condition, or something else entirely. It's distracting, and he forgets the pain in his knee for a second.]

My name is Rue Ryuzaki. I believe we spoke on the network.

[A square of bloody gauze is taped over his knee.]

[Action] apologies for the super-late tag!

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[ He startles just enough, the plastic rattling of jostled pens audible. But he's quick to smile and walks out from behind the reception desk, grabbing a prepared first-aid tray waiting outside one of the offices. There are no jerks or twitches, returning to his usual peppy and fluid movements. A purpose, and something to do. ]

Of course! Hello, Ryuzaki-kun. Please, come right into the office so we can get a better look at that.

[ He enters first, looking over his shoulder to watch the young man's movements and see if he needs any help. The rustling of protective paper is heard as he unrolls it over the exam bed, fixing it at the end with some clips. He catches a small step-stool with the toe of his shoes and slides it in place, and then turns to grab a rolling stool to sit on. It's clear he's much more at home in an infirmary. ]

[Action] No problem!

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[L is uneasy around doctors, and always has been, and he tries not to let it show that he's currently not really at-ease. He manages to shuffle his way to the office, and he hopes onto the stepping stool with his good leg. He's clumsy, but capable, and it's only a moment before he's seated on the table, facing the doctor.]

You really like your job, don't you...?

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[ There's a small smile at that, and he bows his head in a half-nod. He goes for the bandage scissors to snip at L's pant leg just enough to keep the ragged edges away from the bandage and give him room to work-- it'd be easier to mend later, that way. ]

Of course; I'm glad that my abilities allow me to help others. I don't think there could be a better profession. May I...?

[ And he gestures at the bandage, already peeling at a corner of tape. ]

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[L disagrees, about there being a better profession. Doctors have to be good with people, they have to be sensitive to things like pain and discomfort, they have to tread cautiously around loaded social situations and come out unscathed. L sits as still as he possibly can (not saying much) while the doctor cuts away parts of one of only two pairs of jeans he has in his possession.]

You may... just be careful, please.

[L is nervous, and it shows. The plea isn't something that should demonstrate a clear concern that Hadesu is going to make a mistake, but more a desire to control something about this situation.]

[Action] wasn't his foot injured as well, or...?

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[ He nods with a small smile, reassuring. ]

I'll be as careful as possible. Let's see here--

[ And the tape gets peeled right off, carefully lifting the corner of the gauze. The blood had congealed and dried around the edges, so he reaches for the small bowl of water and opens a sterile package of gauze to dunk in. It's a longer process, to wet the existing gauze and carefully peel it away from the wound, but there was no tugging and pulling on a tender wound and true to his word, he takes his time and is very careful.

When he's able to drop the gauze into a small waste container, he goes straight for the antiseptic wash and clean towels, flushing any existing debris out and cleaning the wound at the same time, catching it on the folded towel. Re-dressing it goes a good deal quicker, and is wrapped around his entire knee with a more flexible, looser gauze. ]

[Action] His feet are kind of scratched up from wandering around barefoot ^^;

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[L steels himself; though he's a stoic man, and good at distancing himself from physical discomfort, he's not actually been exposed to it very often in the last 18 years or so. Certainly, there were occasions when bad things had happened, despite his and Watari's care in keeping a low profile, but they were very rare. Therefore, any pain that resulted from the gentle poking and prodding initially made L squirm.

He shudders, feeling the damp gauze against his raw knee and then the cold air as it's peeled away. Though this part isn't painful, exactly, it's odd and unpleasant and cold. The antiseptic wash stings and smarts, but it's over swiftly, and though L's teeth hurt from being clenched continuously together, it's a relief when the cleaning stops and the doctor is dressing the wound in clean gauze.]

Is that it, then?