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Post by kittykitty on Aug 21, 2010 14:45:35 GMT -5
Sadiq woke up groggily, he had too much to drink last night and oh that whiskey punched him in the gut, hard. He opened his window and welcomed the morning breeze, the city is already bustling with people and the merchants were already loud and alive, attracting as much people.
He had his breakfast of coffee and bread to start off his day. The man has to start shopping for his lunch sooner or later, but not for now; his clientèle might come in a bit. He took a quick shower and got dressed in a simple frocks and breeches. Alright, time to open his clinic and let the crowd come in. But, before so, he opened a flame for his incense burner that filled the room with sandalwood, his favorite scent.
Now, his clinic is open.
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Post by Natalya Arlovskaya on Aug 22, 2010 21:24:05 GMT -5
The door to the clinic burst open not long after, the door knob so hastily twisted that it had been nearly been completely torn off. As it was now, the handle was hanging on by a few splinters of wood for dear life.
"Fix him.", Natalya Arlovskaya ordered the man in the clinic, holding on to a small child of about 10 years old by the scruff of his neck, who was nursing a broken arm. The bone was sticking out from his forearm, and the child looked to be in shock.
She had been on patrol when a small fight had broke out in an alley, attracting the attention of bystanders as it started escalate. When all the chaos and confusion had calmed down, the boy had emerged in his current state, and she had been given directions to the nearest clinic, while her partner was 'escorting' one man who had been identified as the instigator to custody. Of course, it takes two to start a fight, but other officers were on the case. Natalya would have gladly switched positions with any of them, but it wasn't like she could just abandone the child now as he was.
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Post by kittykitty on Aug 22, 2010 21:40:48 GMT -5
He was wiping the fog away from his glasses until he heard the door creak open and ended with a slam. Sadiq rose from his seat and went to the hallway by the door to great the guest or rather, patient.
"Fix him." A woman spoke, holding a child; whose features are ghastly white and his eyes were wide as the moon. The child was in shock, obviously. Sadiq shook his head and sighed. "I will try my best, milady." He said politely.
"This way." He said, leading them to his office, once there, he placed the child on a small bed and began to expect him. "Miss," He mused, but his eyes were on the child, expecting the blemishes. "What happened?"
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Post by Natalya Arlovskaya on Aug 22, 2010 22:16:53 GMT -5
Fortunately for the child, the man, who apparently really was the doctor of the clinic, could see the urgency and got to work, which she could appreciate. Being nosy was one thing, but if that got in the way of business, it meant trouble.
"There was fight earlier. He probably got caught in the crossfire somehow.", Natalya answered. Truthfully, she didn't know what exactly had happened to the boy. She had been apprehending the townsfolk one second, and the next, the kid was basically shoved into her arms as her partner rattled off instructions to her. She would have argued with him and handed the child off to someone else, but at that point, there was really no choice but to comply.
"One man was caught, but there may be another one on the run.", which was her version of a warning. It may be nothing to worry about, but it was wise to be cautious all the same.
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Post by kittykitty on Aug 22, 2010 23:31:44 GMT -5
He did not want to comment on how the military was doing their job. Of course, the protectors of the empire had their slipups... Sadiq decided to be tight-lipped. "Luckily, nothing far too grave. He will be fine in due time." The man said, standing from his position. "I need to patch up the skin though," Sadiq continued.
"Do his parents know about this matter?" He asked, now shuffling through the cabinets of looking for a vial of anesthetic and materials for the quick surgery. He excused himself as he gathered the materials needed.
"It will be painful," He said, threading the needle and then emptying the vial of anesthetic with he use of a syringe. Sadiq then began to cleanse the area where he will do his job as a physician. The boy winced and yelped in pain as he injected the anesthetic to his system. He tapped the boy lightly asking him questions if he feels the touch or pain. Nothing, the boy says.
He began repairing the boy's arm with caution and in silence.
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Post by Natalya Arlovskaya on Aug 23, 2010 2:02:05 GMT -5
"Most likely not.", she replied. It sure would be a shock to have your child come home with new stitches. Natalya hadn't thought of it earlier, but now that she had time, she finally came to the conclusion that she would have to be the one to take the kid back to his home, and pay for the surgery. It was probably a little inhumane for her to think so, but she couldn't help but find this whole incident a little annoying. Call her cold, but Natalya had difficulty emotionally connecting to others, and she had ever since she could remember. Her quest to find her brother was the one exception, but her training had called for emotional detachment in order to carry out orders smoothly and efficiently, and that was what she relied on.
As she gazed on at the working doctor, she watched without flinching or reacting at the stitching. Blood did not faze her, but it could also be attributed to the dark-skinned male dutifully executing the procedure. He looked like he was sewing cloth together effortlessly, only the cloth was human skin. It was a little entrancing to watch, and Natalya made no effort to look away.
((My post was eaten. D': Here's post ver.2 OTL ))
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Post by kittykitty on Aug 23, 2010 14:56:32 GMT -5
"I see." He said, pulling the last bit of thread that binded the skin again. "There." Sadiq said, taking a roll of bandage and neatly covering the boy's arm. "Come back to me every week to check on the stitches and to change the bandages."
He took a piece of cloth and assisted the boy's arm to make a makeshift sling with it. "Madame," He turned to the woman. "You don't have to worry anything for now... payment, that is." Sadiq said, wiping his hands with a cloth that smelled like antiseptic.
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Post by Natalya Arlovskaya on Aug 26, 2010 18:19:48 GMT -5
Natalia nodded, and when she looked towards the kid again, she caught a glimpse of the completed stitches. Maybe it was her morbid curiosity talking, but she couldn't help but want to touch it. It all looked so smooth and neat, like that part of the boy was a doll that was sewn together. She had seen stitches before, even on herself sometimes, and they always reminded her of dolls-like voodoo dolls.
Unlike most other girls, she seemed unable to make nice-looking stitches. Whatever she did never ended up neat and even, always strange and lopsided. Even when she was patching up an injury, it was sloppy, and just barely got the job done.
"Come.", she gestured for the child to follow her, "I'm taking you home.".
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