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thenearshore2017-12-29 01:00 am
fortunesmiles) wrote in thenearshore2017-12-29 01:00 am
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[Open] I'm not the only one who finds it hard to understand
Who: Komaeda, Mikan, Garry, and you
When: September 20/21
Where: Averruncus' temple for the closed prompt, but otherwise randomly around the Far Shore
What: Due to what - for lack of a better term - must be called a medical procedure, Komaeda's Frankenstein-esque left hand has been removed for a few days. So that Mikan can re-attach it better! Neither Komaeda nor Mikan consider this particularly weird, but literally everyone else does.
Warnings: Amputation obviously, some body horror along the same lines(see: Frankenstein), Komaeda™
A is for Amputate (Sept 20, CLOSED to Mikan and Garry)
[The day when Komaeda had agreed that Mikan could remove Junko's hand has come around, a day Komaeda has neither been particularly anticipating nor dreading. He was the one who'd cut his own hand off in the first place; if the thought of having his left hand removed ever held any particular horror for him, that time is long passed. Likewise, while he'd known he would get to see Mikan using her Ultimate talent to the utmost of her ability - on him, even - he'd also known he'd only be disappointed if he got too excited about it. She'd given him some drugs almost as soon as she'd arrived and gotten her equipment set up(teleporting is quite convenient for moving things around), and even without the drugs he'd lost most of his ability to focus once she'd gotten started, from shock and blood loss; he really wasn't able to observe much of the procedure.
He's so glad he thought to ask her to record it for him.
As it stands, though, the procedure is over, and to what extent Komaeda's mind is processing things - his thoughts are quite slow and hazy at the moment - he finds the change from partial numbness in a mostly-living hand to a complete absence of a hand to be a rather strange one. He doesn't remember when he'd cut off his own hand - he really only knows what he did thanks to the Future Foundation file - but he imagines it wasn't like this. There must have been pain, if nothing else.
He's glad they decided to do this within his own temple; he certainly doesn't feel like he'll be able to move under his own power for awhile. Unfortunately, in his own lack of concern over the procedure, he may have forgotten to tell anyone else it was happening...including the other person who lives in his temple with him. But Garry had been out when Mikan arrived, and through one thing and another, Komaeda simply hadn't thought about it.
So if Garry walks into one of the rooms of their temple to find it full of medical equipment, a one-handed and dazed Komaeda, and Mikan busily fussing over a bloody woman's hand that had - until recently - been attached to Komaeda's arm, it's going to be entirely without warning.]
B is for Bloody (Sept 21, OPEN)
[Mikan is the Ultimate Nurse, and quite a bit of effort had gone into making the operation as smooth and non-disruptive as possible. Still, though, Komaeda probably shouldn't be wandering around the Far Shore just one day after having Junko's hand removed...especially given his health being in a rather precarious state at the best of times.
But Komaeda's never particularly worried about his own well-being, and he's hardly going to start now. Besides, he's concerned that his presence - and current state - are distressing Garry. (Honestly, his disappearance while he's in this state might panic Garry even further, but Komaeda's never been known for his sensibility either.) So he's been wandering around the Far Shore, stump carefully bandaged, trying to give Garry space to calm down.
You may see him just drifting at random; perhaps he's gotten disoriented and wandered into somewhere he shouldn't have. (The good news is that he'll politely and apologetically remove himself, if he's informed of this.) Or perhaps this too-pale man actually sways and stumbles against you in passing.] Ah, forgive my clumsiness...
When: September 20/21
Where: Averruncus' temple for the closed prompt, but otherwise randomly around the Far Shore
What: Due to what - for lack of a better term - must be called a medical procedure, Komaeda's Frankenstein-esque left hand has been removed for a few days. So that Mikan can re-attach it better! Neither Komaeda nor Mikan consider this particularly weird, but literally everyone else does.
Warnings: Amputation obviously, some body horror along the same lines(see: Frankenstein), Komaeda™
A is for Amputate (Sept 20, CLOSED to Mikan and Garry)
[The day when Komaeda had agreed that Mikan could remove Junko's hand has come around, a day Komaeda has neither been particularly anticipating nor dreading. He was the one who'd cut his own hand off in the first place; if the thought of having his left hand removed ever held any particular horror for him, that time is long passed. Likewise, while he'd known he would get to see Mikan using her Ultimate talent to the utmost of her ability - on him, even - he'd also known he'd only be disappointed if he got too excited about it. She'd given him some drugs almost as soon as she'd arrived and gotten her equipment set up(teleporting is quite convenient for moving things around), and even without the drugs he'd lost most of his ability to focus once she'd gotten started, from shock and blood loss; he really wasn't able to observe much of the procedure.
He's so glad he thought to ask her to record it for him.
As it stands, though, the procedure is over, and to what extent Komaeda's mind is processing things - his thoughts are quite slow and hazy at the moment - he finds the change from partial numbness in a mostly-living hand to a complete absence of a hand to be a rather strange one. He doesn't remember when he'd cut off his own hand - he really only knows what he did thanks to the Future Foundation file - but he imagines it wasn't like this. There must have been pain, if nothing else.
He's glad they decided to do this within his own temple; he certainly doesn't feel like he'll be able to move under his own power for awhile. Unfortunately, in his own lack of concern over the procedure, he may have forgotten to tell anyone else it was happening...including the other person who lives in his temple with him. But Garry had been out when Mikan arrived, and through one thing and another, Komaeda simply hadn't thought about it.
So if Garry walks into one of the rooms of their temple to find it full of medical equipment, a one-handed and dazed Komaeda, and Mikan busily fussing over a bloody woman's hand that had - until recently - been attached to Komaeda's arm, it's going to be entirely without warning.]
B is for Bloody (Sept 21, OPEN)
[Mikan is the Ultimate Nurse, and quite a bit of effort had gone into making the operation as smooth and non-disruptive as possible. Still, though, Komaeda probably shouldn't be wandering around the Far Shore just one day after having Junko's hand removed...especially given his health being in a rather precarious state at the best of times.
But Komaeda's never particularly worried about his own well-being, and he's hardly going to start now. Besides, he's concerned that his presence - and current state - are distressing Garry. (Honestly, his disappearance while he's in this state might panic Garry even further, but Komaeda's never been known for his sensibility either.) So he's been wandering around the Far Shore, stump carefully bandaged, trying to give Garry space to calm down.
You may see him just drifting at random; perhaps he's gotten disoriented and wandered into somewhere he shouldn't have. (The good news is that he'll politely and apologetically remove himself, if he's informed of this.) Or perhaps this too-pale man actually sways and stumbles against you in passing.] Ah, forgive my clumsiness...
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But she scrambles up again to get to the ice chest, placing the hand inside with a reverence that might be better suited for a holy relic. She stares at the hand and the nails for a moment, expression grim but otherwise unreadable, before she closes the lid.
She then turns back to Garry and Komaeda, eyeing one and then the other.]
Komaeda-san will be alright. [She speaks reassuringly to Garry] It's the drugs making him woozy, mostly. The, um, the bleeding's been stopped for a while. It's just a lot of shock right now... B-but, let him rest for a little while, and he'll be good as new soon!
...Um... It'll be just a couple days, but then I'll be able to replace it...
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Tsumiki-san, this is Garry...my shinki. [This is a great time for introductions, what are you talking about.] He's a very kind person - he just worries a lot. Even about someone like me...
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[If Mikan wants to start pitying the poor man who is raking his hand through his hair, a gesture which sure enough reveals kanji along one cheek. This is really too much, and he can't handle Komaeda komaedaing right now.]
[Ugh. No. He can die in a panic attack later. For now, coming closer, he rests his hand lightly on Komaeda's arm that still possesses a hand and looks up at her. Even if he's really skeptical of what's going on here, she is the one who just did surgery and, well, his god hasn't bled out to death or anything.]
Is it alright if I move him? Can I do that? [At least to a bed, or somewhere else.]
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At the question she hesitates slightly, walking over and leaning over to examine Komaeda's face a little. After a moment she nods an gives Garry a reassuring smile] Y-yes, that's alright! It'd be best to g-get him somewhere comfortable.
[To Komaeda she frowns lightly] You should definitely rest for at least a day or two, and don't do anything strenuous! Y_you should eat lots of food with foods with calcium, B vitamins, folate, vitamin C and vitamin K,and of course lots of iron! I-I can probably find some iron supplements if it comes to it... B-but, I'd suggest, um... Lots of meat, and fish! Don't stand or move too suddenly, and elevate your feet if you start feeling too dizzy...
[She trails off, thinking about it.] Um, I s-suppose that's basically it...
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[Which is a good thing. Garry has probably learned not to let Komaeda anywhere near a kitchen. Komaeda's cooking mistakes are so bad that either his luck blows all his critical failures in the kitchen or he gets things catastrophically wrong on purpose, but surely no one can be so bad at cooking that they think lard is an acceptable milkshake ingredient, or that cakes should be made out of pinecones. And yet...
In any case, Garry and Komaeda having to eat out is no hardship. And Garry is always free to cook, although Komaeda is too polite and/or too convinced of his own worthlessness to ever ask him to.
Komaeda looks over at Garry.] Where did you want me to go...?
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[Well, that's for Relatively-In-The-Future Garry. Sighing, he dusts his hands off on his pants.]
That's a lot.... but I'll see what I can do. [If he sticks to simple recipes and works had, he's sure he can make at least that much. Considering what's just happened while his back was turned, he's not sure he trusts Komaeda to keep out of trouble if he goes to get fast food for them...]
[As for the god in question-]
Komaeda.... Just stay still, alright? And, uh, Miss- [Uuuuuuuuh] Tsumiki? Be careful to stay out of the way for a moment.
[Someone who's just been in surgery doesn't get to walk, but it's not like their temple has wheelchairs or anything. So, instead, Garry takes a deep breath before crouching down besides Komaeda to begin moving him onto his shoulder. If he just tugs him over like this, and then lifts with his legs.... He should be able to manage getting him to a bedroom at least.]
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[Mikan watches them a moment hovering around and sort of half-reaching out in case Garry needs the help.
In retrospect, a wheelchair would've been a good idea. Something to keep in mind for next time! But Garry seems to have this for the moment, so she steps back with a moment of hesitation.]
Um...I'll finish cleaning up everything out here... Th-that way you two can talk for a little while. [Give them some privacy for a bit or something.] If you need anything or anything happens, please don't hesitate to call for me!
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I don't think I feel like eating right now... [He says this a bit weakly in response to Mikan; his stomach doesn't feel exactly...settled, at the moment. If Garry jostles him too much in carrying him, Komaeda's afraid he might throw up.] Thank you, Tsumiki-chan...
[A product of painkillers? A subconscious slip into old schoolmate habits, perhaps brought on by being as out of it as he is? A slip of the tongue? Mikan having received an upgrade in affection through all of this, either temporarily or permanently? It's impossible to tell. But it's definitely not the formal, rather distant form of address Komaeda's been using up until now.
Komaeda stays quiet until Garry finishes carrying him to his bedroom and sets him down; partially so as not to distract him, partially because he didn't want to throw up and was devoting his efforts in that direction. It's only when he's settled, and his stomach has calmed down, that he blinks muzzily at Garry.] Thank you, Garry...
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[It's called out over his shoulder, even as he carefully tries to avoid losing his balance. Even if she was being way too oblivious about everything... Well, he shouldn't be mean to her, right? After all, it's Komaeda who neglected to tell him anything.]
[That's a discussion for later. Right now, it takes most of his focus to make sure he can carry Komaeda properly. It'd be easier, if half of their temple wasn't sporadically a disaster zone and thus required even more care... But, soon enough, they're in the bedroom, and Garry can sink to his knees after relieving himself of Komaeda's weight. Letting out a breath, he leans back a bit.]
It's fine... It's not like you're in any state to walk. How do you feel?
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[He closes his eyes, hoping that perhaps that will help calm his swimming head and turning stomach.]
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Then... Let's try liquids, at first. Just small sips. That way, hopefully it shouldn't trigger anything into being brought back up again.
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[MIkan had taken his temperature while he had despair disease, of course, but being a professional, she'd always used a thermometer. He'd almost liked having despair disease, in a weird way, because no one had ever cared for him the way Mikan had since his parents died...not without being paid, anyway. And he'd thought that was essentially the upper limit of how cared for he could feel.
But there's an intimacy, an almost maternal level of affection and concern, in that cool hand on his forehead, that makes an indescribable emotion spike with almost painful intensity in Komaeda's chest.
Really...Garry is the Ultimate Shinki.]