Visiting Hours, Party Hours

[vocarrah]

Who: Ianchus, anyone coming by the clinic.
What: Visitation, beratement, and/or patient gossip.
Where: The Clinic.
When: Early-ish August, after this and this.
Warnings: Injuries and stuff? Probably not much.



Nothing injured but my pride. That was a common phrase he'd heard among the explorer-mercenaries after any sort of slip-up, their fault or not. Ianchus' favorite version of that would be to say he had no pride, so he had nothing to hurt.

And yet, there seemed an odd little ache now, in addition to the massive ache that was his whole body (his wounds had been fixed, his ribs wrapped, his cuts stitched, and he was on the way to mending, at the very least).

It looked like he had some sort of pride after all, that could be wounded, small as it was. And Ianchus realized that, despite his idiosyncracies...that for the time being, he was tired of wounds.


He'd been quite surprised at how many people had responded to his half-incoherent messages--even to just check if he was alright after seeing all the other responses. He was...grateful. Incredibly grateful. Everyone was trying to survive here, and yet nobody seemed to want to watch others die, no matter how foolish.

Ianchus had managed to find spare twine, cloth, rope, and other similar objects around the clinic, and he'd whiled away the hours once he was awake by making Cephean sailors' good-luck charms; braiding several different kinds of materials together into a thick rope was not only relaxing (and would keep him from going stir-crazy in his bed), but it was the only way he could think of to repay the people he was grateful to. A little luck would certainly be useful, wouldn't it?

Thankfully he's well enough now to receive visitors. Are you a fellow patient? Have you come to check on him? Admonish him, perhaps? God, but he could really use the company.

Comments

im gonna say the... 8th-ish! (just for my own reference sorry)

[puzzlingly]

「For as much as Atem had tried to appear cheerful the couple of times he's visited Ianchus, he's not. Coming to the clinic to check up on him is not something that brings him any sort of glee (that's a lie, seeing him getting better does bring him hope, but it's hard to see it sometimes), the whole experience is a bitter reminder of what happened to him so long ago. Besides, trying to avoid the hours in which Law is in the clinic is not pleasant at all, but right now, he doesn't want to confront the pirate, it doesn't feel well just to ignore him either...

But this is not about himself, how many times does he have to tell himself that!?

Every single time, apparently.

He kicks every single negative thought to the depths of his mind when he crosses the threshold of the clinic and makes it to the cots area, then gives a little smile at Ianchus.」

Hey.

「How are you feeling? He'd ask, but he doesn't. He remembers doing a lot of lying when someone asked that, and being honest about how crappy he felt it didn't help either. The less uncomfortable he makes his new friend about it, the better, right? Oh but those braid-like things are new! What are those, buddy?」

What are you doing?

「He asks, curiosity all over his face as he takes a close chair and sits next to his bed, meanwhile Ianchus might notice he seems to be hiding something a little bulky inside his jacket.」

[wantsnudes]

It was by complete coincidence Yusuke had arrived at the clinic: Kate had asked him if he could make a start on the project of decorating it, so Yusuke decided to examine the building to have an idea of the scale and dimensions first. Perhaps like the previous building before its destruction, it would be a good idea to cover the outside with an expansive mural, but inside, something more subtle, that would please the eyes of patients without being overly intrusive...

Certainly, having a building as his canvas would have to be one of his most ambitious projects yet, so Yusuke is completely absorbed in thought when he wanders into the clinic. So much so that he initially doesn't notice Ianchus laid up in one of the beds. But as his eyes scope the room, he eventually stops to double take.

"C-Cepheos-san?!" He's startled, moving over to the foot of his bed. "What are you doing here? Have you been feeling unwell?"

[circumitus]

Even as a patient, Rey wouldn't be caught dead at the clinic. This is one of her least favorite places to be, despising the presence of medicine, sickness and injury and blood. She's used to it, and that's all the more reason to hate it.

At least she can say it lacks the certain aseptic qualities, though. No lingering smell of ailing bodies and disinfectants. No sounds of wails for help or beepings of heart monitors and the padding of many footsteps. No steril white walls and blinding, fluorescent lightings. The clinic is more of a small town practice than a hospital. It doesn't mean that Rey loathes being here any less.

Still she reminds herself of the network post the other week. Ianchus was not without any bodies to come to his aid, so she didn't take it upon herself to rush. Now that some time has passed, she figures she'd pay him a little visit and see if he intends to go sailing out to sea anytime soon. If so, then he's dumber than she already suspects him to be...

It's not that hard to find him; Ianchus is not a very discreet-looking guy. She checks to make sure if he's awake first before she approaches the end of his bed, arms folded over her chest and a narrowed look on her visage.

"Think you can spare one month not to get your ass handed to you?"

That's not how you say hello to an injured person, Rey.

back like...the 5th idk

[hot_mes]

While not the attending physician who treated Ianchus initially, Law is well aware that he's around. He checks in on him occasionally as per proper procedure, but so far hasn't engaged him in whatever is keeping him occupied in his bed. At least, when it's his turn to perform an examination, he can do it hands-off, checking on those busted ribs with his own methods.

"I can Scan from here," he assures, stretching out a hand. "No need to even hold still."

lil bit after the intro log...

[proselytise]

It turns out that it's pretty easy to get back into the swing of things; everything here is close enough to the way it was before that it's not like starting a new job. Though on one trip through the clinic, Charles notices someone vaguely familiar. He doesn't look like he's waiting for help, which is a relief, but...

Just in case, he leans into the room, not sure how welcome visitors are. "Sorry to bother you-- is there anything you need?"

[abbatis]

Oh, Edgar had definitely noticed Ianchus' call for help on the network and.. well, he can't really say that he had been all that surprised. Their meeting at the party had been brief and Edgar couldn't exactly claim to know him personally, sure, but he certainly knew his kind of people. Back in the party the man had seemed to surround himself with beauty, lavishing different kinds of carnal pleasures while laughing at the proper and conservative. Hedonist to the core, with some masochistic tendencies.

So his network post had felt nothing but tragicomic. It hadn't been a long since they had heard news of his last death, which hadn't been all that pleasing sight.

But curiosity also sparked within his mind and Edgar decided to go and pay this poor soul a friendly hospital visit. Who knows? Maybe there would be some "leftovers" for him so to speak. Last time he certainly had been intoxicated enough not to tell when Edgar took a small taste out of him.

It's late when he arrives to the clinic. It's been a quite while since the last time he had been there so he moved with caution, looking out for mirrors or other unexpected reflective surfaces just to be sure. Silently, he approaches the bed assigned to Ianchus.

"Evening," he greets once he's standing by the bed, wearing an amused grin on his lips. "Looks like you're alive this time."

[stealyoursoul]

There's a certain fascination held in watching someone who has been injured for someone who almost can never be hurt. Leo's not ever precisely in the loop, but still, Ianchus is something of a friend, and he'd seen his posting on the network. So here he was, a monster with terrible bedside manners.

He stands over Ianchus' bed for a moment before he says anything. "Well, you're not dead. I suppose that's something." Truly, such a kind, caring Sunai Leo was. Really, he just has no idea how to show he gives a crap about people.

HMMM

[dedikated]

She comes by in the mornings, almost ritual in the way she prowls the clinic from bottom to top and back again, checking everything as well as the beds with patients.

"You up?" Is all the warning Ianchus gets before Kate pushes the door to the "ward" (a room hollowed out and filled with beds) open and walks in.

I'm sorry about him.

[tongueamok]

[Carlisle might not be here to speak to Ianchus, but the moment he sets eyes on him as he passes his room, he speaks to him regardless.]

I know you. You're the one who insisted that unwise decisions and risks were exciting.

[His eyes flick up and down, the glow of them more evident from behind his glasses as he dips his head.]

I assume one of those 'unwise decisions' is why you are here.