Collaboration between Major Ursa as Knox Kowalski and I as Dr. Faye Stevenson

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Faye had heard everything about the earthquake and the small rescue mission that took place. When the earthquake struck and everyone had gone out to see what was happening, she remained in the hospital, in case anyone was injured and needed medical attention. Now, Knox was in the hospital, and after seeing his condition, a nurse rushed him to a hospital room. Now, Dr. Stevenson was heading for that room, to check on Knox. 

She knocked on the door before she entered the room and she greeted politely and respectfully, "Mr. Kowalski," She looked over his wounds, and she asked him, "How do you feel?"

“Dr Stevenson.” Giving the doctor a respective nod, Knox raised a hand in greeting as she stepped into the room, before lowering it again after a few seconds. In all honesty, he had already become tired of people rushing around and/or asking after seeing him bleed.

Hearing Faye’s question, the security guard shook his head dismissively and held the bloody towel back to his head, tighter to this wound, “I have been fine for a while now…” Well…Knox was bleeding again, if that was anything to go by, but he felt alright. On the completely positive side to this, his shirt hadn’t gotten blood on it…yet.

Faye noticed the bleeding, and after he gave his answer, she rolled her eyes a bit, and she commented as she got out the supplies needed to treat the wound effectively, "Last time I checked, bleeding is not the same as being fine,"

“I must have rewrapped the wound incorrectly, after cleaning up. Still, I believe a sec—third opinion would be good.” Both the Knox and the attending paramedic had concluded that it was what it was; a bump and a bit of a deep cut...but one could never be too careful in these respects.

Faye smiled a bit after he after Knox made his comment. She joked good naturedly as she walked over to him, "Good thing you came here then,"
She tended to his wound, and as she did, she tried to make small talk, "I heard about your rescue mission. I'm glad to hear that everyone's safe," 

The tall security guard had to lean down quite a bit for the doctor to see and attend to his wound properly, but Dr Stevenson’s touch was gentler than the paramedic’s, and for this he was grateful. His mouth pressed into a firm line once she mentioned the rescue, “The mission was a complete success. The boy Mason was frightened, but otherwise, unharmed. Ruby and the fireman left with little to no injury…” Trailing off towards the end, Knox almost groaned to himself, being injured like he did. “Tall men are not built for confined spaces.”

Dr. Stevenson smiled, hiding a chuckle at how professional Knox sounded, even though he wasn't working as of now. She retorted to his last comment still joking in a good nature, "Oh? Then what are tall men built for? Climbing up trees?" She then shook her head and said "Still, Mason's family must be incredibly relieved,"

“Hmmm…tall men were made for hitting the tops of their head on doorways and low ceilings, apparently,” Knox answered rather dryly, reaching up to having a slight feel of the injury. The security guard let out a hiss of pain, since his touch was blind and much too hard, before letting his hand drop to his side again. Pausing and thinking, adding… “And wearing big clown shoes.” His tone was deadpan serious, but his expression was more at ease.
 
The next inquiry, Knox didn’t have the right to just throw around that sort of information to anyone, Dr Stevenson wasn’t Mason’s doctor…raising his gaze, his eyes met hers. “The boy is with the proper authorities at this present time.” Holding her gaze as he spoke carefully, he eventually let it drop, closed his eyes entirely and let out his signature tired sigh.

Dr. Stevenson admonished Knox for touching his wound after she cleaned it and disinfected it, "Don't touch that Knox," She then started bandaging his wound, as he told her about Mason being with the authorities. She sighed through her nose, knowing what his response meant. She commented in response, "Right. It's none of my business," 

She asked after he made his sigh, joking slightly, "Thinking about someone again?" She wondered if he was thinking about his father, a patient of hers.

Besides the feelings of sympathy towards the boy without parents, Knox did think on his own father, and the small (yet selfish) fortune that the man was still alive today. And, on the other side of things...he did hold a certain waitress in his thoughts, as well as his growing impulsiveness…the kissing.

Almost just holding his head in his hands, Knox instead settled with avoiding her eyes now, squinting (at what he perceived to be) the bright ceiling light, “What is the verdict? How is my injury, from a professional standpoint?”

Dr. Stevenson finished bandaging his head when he asked, and she answered him "Your injury is going to heal, and you're not going to develop any infections any time soon. The rest of your cranium appears to be fine as well," 

She then asked as she put away the supplies she used to treat Knox's wounds, "However, you seem to be squinting a lot lately. How is your vision?"

Knox stiffened at her observation, but it was clear she didn’t know the half of it. In careful measure; he knew denying it now would raise suspicion, so…running a hand through the unbandaged portion of his hair, he gave her a look, before moving his hand down to rub the back of his neck, “Yes, my squinting. I have been having trouble sleeping for some time, and so, my eyes seem to have become a little sensitive.”

Speaking calmly about this, nonchalant even, not much of a lie if at all…‘Little’, undermining the heavy and consistence light sensitivity he was suffering, “Do you need to examine them? Or…do you have an appropriate form of medication you can prescribe, instead?”

Dr. Stevenson answered him, "I would have to examine your eyes, but it's not quite necessary, unless it's impeding on your life. For now, I can only suggest get proper rest and sleep when you can," 

“If that is all…” Getting back onto his feet, no longer stuck in an uncomfortable leaning position, Knox let out an internal sigh of relief (and the smallest internal cheer). "I'll be heading back to work."

Heading out the door, the security guard stood at the doorway for a few moments, before finally turning back to the doctor and giving her another curt nod, “Thank you for your time and expertise, Dr Stevenson. You have been doing nothing but excellent work, and as usual...call the security office if anything comes up.”

Dr. Stevenson watched Knox walk to the doorway and after he complimented her, she nodded back and answered, "Thank you, Mr. Kowalski. I'll be sure to call if anything does come up," After Knox had gone, she left the room to tend to the other patients, briefly looking at her watch to make sure that she had time to do so. She had an appointment with Dr. Hopper this afternoon.