[ CLOSED ] Even though I kept my hands clean, they looked dirty-

[thedevilsmile]

Characters: Kristoph Gavin & Jade Curtiss [thedevilsmile & mind_of_the_sky]
Content: Kristoph got injured in the Chocobo Eater attacks and needs a doctor. Guess who's the one available.
Setting: In the medical ward upon the Victoria II.
Time: Sometime after O SHIT ITS A CHOCOBO EATER.
Warnings: Kristoph. And Jade. In the same room. This Will Not End Well.

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[mind_of_the_sky]

Jade shrugged his jacket on and went to answer the door. He'd been annoyingly cut off from the rest of the ship, only recently having heard about all the commotion going on up above.

And by "heard about" he of course meant the ship's sudden lurching. The Admiral, he surmised, would not be pleased when he got back.

Calmly, Jade opened the door. He paused only a moment at the sight of a battered Kristoph before smoothly stepping back. "My my, I thought you'd never visit~"

[thedevilsmile]

Kristoph resisted the urge to glare at his stepbrother when the door opened, instead only tightening the grip on his injured shoulder to quell his own smoldering rage. This wasn't the time for him to break his composure; not the time for him to snap the let out the frustrations he had been bottling up over this few months. He couldn't let this one small thing bring him down - he still had things left to accomplish.

So instead the quartermaster made something of a mild snorting sound as he entered the medical ward, shrugging off his coat as well (already loosely draped over him beforehand) to reveal an odd sort of budge on the right side of his back through the loose material of his dress shirt. "Its a pleasure to see you as well, Jade, but we can do with our idle chatter later," he spoke, voice rushed and just a little strained as he made a mild gesture to his back. "I think I've fractured by shoulder blade while chasing away our uninvited guests. Would you mind taking a look for me?"

[mind_of_the_sky]

Jade's smile was just as pleasant as Kristoph's. He made a vaguely neutral sound and gestured to his step-brother. "Of course~ Shirt off as best you can, and up on the exam table please."

Once Kristoph's back was turned, Jade allowed himself to frown slightly. Weather or not he liked the man, his step-brother's injury was worrying. Jade was mildly surprised (and somewhat impressed) that he'd made it as far as the office without simply collapsing from the pain - he supposed the adrenaline had kept the agony at bay.

Jade pulled on his gloves and peered more closely at the injury. The muscle on the whole of the other man's back was bruising brilliantly, but the centerpiece was obviously the warped bone just beneath the skin. Jade was fairly sure it wasn't a break, but a fracture or dislocation seemed plausible. Neither would be very pleasant once he started prodding around - oh well~

[thedevilsmile]

The quartermaster nodded curtly as he did what his stepbrother asked, using his good hand to pry off his dress shirt (albeit with a bit of difficulty given how he couldn't move his injured arm much) and placed it as neatly as he could at the side of Jade's desk and went up to the examination table, sitting down with a straight ramrod posture - with a slight hunch due to his injury.

There was a short pause as Kristoph allowed his elder step-sibling to look at the injury, but the combination of this sudden attack, that nosy reporter almost messing everything up and with such incompetent crew members slacking around the ship instead of helping to clean the mess up did a good deal on his already fraying nerves. Soon enough, the man's patience wore thin and he asked Jade in a sharp tone. "Well? What's your diagnosis about this?"