Connor found himself starting to relax while the woman talked. Usually he was the chatter box but right now he was fine with remaining silent and letting Devika fill it. He appreciated the removal of the white coat, though he found it a bit silly.
It didn’t change the fact that she was a medical professional, but then again his whole paranoia with medical staff in and of itself was silly.
He was pleased to hear she’d be able to stitch up the cut without damaging the lines of his tattoo. It wasn’t like there was any way for him to have it retouched in the middle of space unless someone brought a tattoo gun on board.
Maybe he could build one should the need ever arise.
With that thought his mind wandered away from the current situation and started to think about how he’d build a tattoo gun. It would be rather simple really, there were more than enough spare parts laying around. Though finding a talented artist to wield the tattoo gun was a different story. As was securing ink that wouldn’t cause infection.
His musings came to an abrupt halt and the tension returned to his shoulders when Devika uttered ‘MRI’.
Damnit. He thought, and quickly shook his head. “No, no it isn’t anything like that.” He assured her, holding up his hands.
“My head is fine, my neck is fine, no past injuries at all.” He chewed on his lip ring for a moment before taking in a deep breath. “It’s...kind of complicated, but I’m a candidate for this experimental procedure to enhance my intelligence. I’m already pretty damn smart and I don’t want to do the procedure. But the science guys in charge apparently don’t take no for an answer.”
He glared down at the tablet as though this situation was it’s fault. “They want me to go in for an MRI because they want to make sure that my brain is fine after being frozen for three years and I can still be a viable candidate for the experiment. I’m avoiding that appointment because I have a mining pod engine to repair, I can’t waste time on an examine I don’t need and those guys are annoying as hell.”
Connor dropped his glare and shifted awkwardly on the table. “So, I hope you understand.”
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Connor smiled and nodded politely as the nurse spoke. If he wasn’t so anxious right now he would have found the woman to be fairly funny. At the moment though he couldn’t do much other than to be polite like he had been raised to be.
He remained mostly silent, not really knowing what to say at the moment and not feeling much like talking either. He knew he’d have to start but he wanted to put it off as much as he could.
When the subject of his name came up he coughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s, um, Connor Douglass.” He answered, wondering if a little alert would pop up that he was skipping an appointment with an MRI machine.
His feet lightly knocked against the bottom of the examine table as he swung them back and forth, his body humming with nervous energy.
“Uh, it’d be a complete lie to say I’m completely phobic about needles for obvious.” He said, trying to make polite conversation as he held up his tattooed arms and motioned to the ones on his neck as well as his piercings. “I don’t hate all needles I just really, really don’t like medical ones.”
He moved his hands down to drum his fingers against the edge of the table, shifting slightly on it and grimacing at the loud wrinkle of paper that followed.
“And I don’t mean to be rude, I’m sorry if I’m coming off like that in anyway, I’m just not a fan of hospitals and,” He looked down at her white coat. “And things related to hospitals or medical science. That’s why I work on machines. Machines are meant to be taken apart and put back together and upgraded.” He cut himself off when he realized he was rambling. “Anyway sorry.”
He remained mostly silent, not really knowing what to say at the moment and not feeling much like talking either. He knew he’d have to start but he wanted to put it off as much as he could.
When the subject of his name came up he coughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s, um, Connor Douglass.” He answered, wondering if a little alert would pop up that he was skipping an appointment with an MRI machine.
His feet lightly knocked against the bottom of the examine table as he swung them back and forth, his body humming with nervous energy.
“Uh, it’d be a complete lie to say I’m completely phobic about needles for obvious.” He said, trying to make polite conversation as he held up his tattooed arms and motioned to the ones on his neck as well as his piercings. “I don’t hate all needles I just really, really don’t like medical ones.”
He moved his hands down to drum his fingers against the edge of the table, shifting slightly on it and grimacing at the loud wrinkle of paper that followed.
“And I don’t mean to be rude, I’m sorry if I’m coming off like that in anyway, I’m just not a fan of hospitals and,” He looked down at her white coat. “And things related to hospitals or medical science. That’s why I work on machines. Machines are meant to be taken apart and put back together and upgraded.” He cut himself off when he realized he was rambling. “Anyway sorry.”
Hahaha XD sure, why not?
Connor couldn’t help cracking a small smile at Abby’s humor, some of the tension easing out of his shoulders. He knew he was being overly dramatic and a bit too paranoid. Possibly a bit childish, especially since Abby’s offer to stay was pretty appealing. If nothing more he’d be less likely to bolt because she’ll just tackle him and drag him back.
Before he could say as much the door opened and he looked down at the nurse, trying to put a polite smile on his face. Damn him being well raised.
He didn’t feel much like giving his name just in case the woman did rat him out to the ‘proper authority’s’ and entered into the room. He sat down heavily on the the examination table with a loud crinckling of the paper.
He removed the rag from the gash on his arm, the blood had mostly started to clot so the bleeding wasn’t as bad as before. Disinfecting it was going to hurt like a bitch though, especially considering he hadn’t been using the most sterile rag to stop the blood flow.
He tossed the horror show rag next to him and leaned forward to put his elbows on his knees, looking around at the water color painting’s Abby mentioned.
She had been right, they were too...pretty and soft to be hinting at anything ominous lurking behind the Major’s smile.
Connor looked over at Abby and was suddenly struck with the memory of when his mother took him to the doctor’s as a child. The thought of his mother, his family sent a stab of pain through him. The clarity with which he remembered it was a bonus sharp little twist to his chest.
“You don’t have to stay here Abby.” Connor said, his voice calm and betraying nothing of the sudden heartache he was feeling. “I’m sure you have a lot of better things to do than baby sit a twenty-five year old man with a paper cut. Or engine cut. Metal is sharp, don’t forget that.” He said importantly with a sagely nod of his head.
“But anyway, I think I’m fine. No I know I’m fine. The pretty watercolors have me convinced. I won’t run away.” He assured her, glancing over at Devika when he heard her rustling around. A needle used for suturing was sitting on a little metal tray covered with blue cloth and he had to look away with a sharp breath. He focused on Abby again and tried to smile, though it felt more like a grimace.
He hated needles.
Before he could say as much the door opened and he looked down at the nurse, trying to put a polite smile on his face. Damn him being well raised.
He didn’t feel much like giving his name just in case the woman did rat him out to the ‘proper authority’s’ and entered into the room. He sat down heavily on the the examination table with a loud crinckling of the paper.
He removed the rag from the gash on his arm, the blood had mostly started to clot so the bleeding wasn’t as bad as before. Disinfecting it was going to hurt like a bitch though, especially considering he hadn’t been using the most sterile rag to stop the blood flow.
He tossed the horror show rag next to him and leaned forward to put his elbows on his knees, looking around at the water color painting’s Abby mentioned.
She had been right, they were too...pretty and soft to be hinting at anything ominous lurking behind the Major’s smile.
Connor looked over at Abby and was suddenly struck with the memory of when his mother took him to the doctor’s as a child. The thought of his mother, his family sent a stab of pain through him. The clarity with which he remembered it was a bonus sharp little twist to his chest.
“You don’t have to stay here Abby.” Connor said, his voice calm and betraying nothing of the sudden heartache he was feeling. “I’m sure you have a lot of better things to do than baby sit a twenty-five year old man with a paper cut. Or engine cut. Metal is sharp, don’t forget that.” He said importantly with a sagely nod of his head.
“But anyway, I think I’m fine. No I know I’m fine. The pretty watercolors have me convinced. I won’t run away.” He assured her, glancing over at Devika when he heard her rustling around. A needle used for suturing was sitting on a little metal tray covered with blue cloth and he had to look away with a sharp breath. He focused on Abby again and tried to smile, though it felt more like a grimace.
He hated needles.
Justric said
'Two by two, hands of blue...'
*shudders*
That sentence never fails to make me cringe
Connor is a drama queen (hehe, get it? Get it? Cuz he's gay 
) and Abby has the patience of a saint XD Vonderful post Igraine!
) and Abby has the patience of a saint XD Vonderful post Igraine!Awe I'm sorry Igraine, good luck on Monday!
And I can't wait! :D Though Connor is being a whiny bitch right now so don't worry about being too harsh with him haha
And I can't wait! :D Though Connor is being a whiny bitch right now so don't worry about being too harsh with him haha
Haha you chatting with him? XD
For the author's name I picked one that had the first initial of all of our usernames in it
Also I'd like to make it clear that I didn't draw the picture of the viking, I found it online and just edited it
For the author's name I picked one that had the first initial of all of our usernames in it
Also I'd like to make it clear that I didn't draw the picture of the viking, I found it online and just edited it
LOL
I wasn't sure about including that or not :p hope it's alright
I wasn't sure about including that or not :p hope it's alright
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