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Appointments 2.0

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[Action, January 3rd]
[Voice, March 8th]
[Written, June 11th]

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identify yourself at the door thanks

[Ginia leaves the message at that. She's done what she can to clean out the injuries and stop the bleeding, ruining two towels and leaving a trail of blood from the front door to the downstairs bathroom. Thank goodness for hardwood floors and tile. Ginia's not sure what she would do if there was carpet around.

After that, she makes herself comfortable on the floor and keeps her leg elevated as she waits for him, still quite shaken and on edge after the attack.]

Will do.

[In nineteen minutes, there's a a sharp rap at the door. Law's just outside, a bag of medical supplies slung over his shoulder, subtly on guard as he holds his sword, hand resting on the hilt. He's watching the darkness so very carefully.]

Oi. Miss Ginia? It's Law. Door locked?

[He's right to watch the darkness; out at night was exactly where Ginia was attacked. She hears his voice, hesitates a little, then decides there's no way Drusilla could know Law, or where she lives.]

It's already unlocked!

[She calls back to him. Not a direct invitation, something that could keep a vampire out, but let anyone else in. Once he enters the house, she'll wave from the living room, smile weakly. Her leg is propped up on the edge of an end table, towels wrapped around her upper thigh. Odin, Ginia's dog, laying protectively at her side, growls quietly, but does nothing else.]

Edited 2012-03-31 04:37 (UTC)

[Law's a little more cautious. Stitches mean blood has been spilled, and he's certainly not the only person who can follow a blood trail. And the night is charged, and someone rapped their fingernails on his windows earlier, and sent his cat flying up the stairs to hide under his bed.

And he didn't sense them coming up.

Which has troubling implications.]

Got it. Coming in. [Once he's in and the dog growls, he raised his hands in surrender and speaks soothingly.] Easy there... I'm not a threat. [And lean the nodachi against a wall, eyes widening and then narrowing slightly.]

... that looks nasty. I'll be a sec. I need to wash my hands and put on some gloves. Where's the kitchen?

[Ginia points back behind her toward the kitchen, eyes closing slightly. Blood loss, exhaustion, stress, two aspirin, it's all a bad combination. It's stubbornness and raw determination keeping her going right now.]

Three puncture wounds on the front of my thigh, cuts on the back, stressed it running on it. It's a miracle I'm not hamstrung, though I can't imagine I'll be walking much after this.

[She smiles wryly from her place on the floor.]

I trust you won't tell anyone about this, and I hope you forgive me for dropping some clinic shifts.

[Aspirin wouldn't be his first choice of painkiller in this situation he would think idly if he knew; it interferes with the clotting process. There's the sound of running water, scrubbing, and abruptly the water turns off as he dries his hands with paper towel.]

No... I won't. [The snap of latex.] 's alright. I'll just rearrange the schedule a bit.

[He returns, giving Odin a mindful glance, and drops to his knees, reaching for his gear. Not his favorite position, being on his knees, but necessary. And once the towels are moved aside, he frowns heavily, even as he assesses the wounds and moves to finish the cleansing of them that Ginia started.]

Those are very deep... [Murmuring, trailing off... the puncture wounds are vaguely crescent shaped; like someone jammed their fingernails in.] ... and yes, stressing it didn't do them any favors, but it's not as bad as it could be. No major nerve damage.

You're going to have to be very careful with this leg, though. The muscle is torn in such a way healing is going to be a long term process. But if you are, the end prognosis is that your leg will be close to one hundred percent again. It will just take time.

[Ginia nods absently, closing her eyes as she feels a wave of dizziness. She's not sure how much blood she's lost, certainly more than a healthy amount, but she clings on to consciousness. Her voice is a little faint when she speaks, doing her best to be cooperative.]

I want crutches. Eventually. And this once, I'll be good, but define long term. Weeks or months here?

((ooc; After a lot of thinking on the injury, I have a better representation on her chart here. Drusilla has some crazy sharp claws - sliced open someone's throat! - so I figure there'd be deep lacerations from where she grabbed on and where Ginia had to pull her leg free.))

Edited 2012-04-01 01:41 (UTC)

Don't worry. Crutches you will get.

Months, unfortunately. And as I said, you'll have to be very careful. [He continues to work, switching to needle and thread. The large gashes first.] I'm going to start stitching now. Are you hanging in there alright?

[He might have to move her; the blood loss might necessitate a transfusion.]

Guess no hobbling around the village for awhile, huh? [Ginia responds, giving him a thumbs up as an okay for him to begin stitching everything up. Odin settles by her head and gives her cheek a few fond licks.]

[And so he begins. Careful stitchery to make sure the muscle mends as well as possible. These are deep, and so he works as fast as he can, but he can't simply sew things together hastily. There is going to be stress in this region no matter how careful she is with it, and he has to account for it.]

Not for the first bit. But, on the bright side, it's an excuse to catch up on any reading you've been saving for a rainy day. Or indulge in a new hobby like shogi.

[He grins briefly.]

Shogi you can easily while away the hours playing. It's a little addictive that way.

[Ginia winces slightly when he begins stitching and flops a hand over her eyes to avoid the urge to watch.]

How long until I can hopping about a greater distance than the living room to the kitchen and back? And what's shogi?

Give it a week and a half to be on the safe side, unless Doctor Adele says otherwise. There's going to be a lot of swelling in the next fourty-eight hours, so you'll have to be on bed rest, with that leg elevated for the first three to four days at least. Cold compresses will help with some of that, and I will prescribe you anti-inflammatory medication to keep down the pain, but you probably won't feel like leaving the house until that time's up, I'm afraid.

[And for that second item...]

Shogi's a form of chess. It's a hell of a lot of fun. ... I like it, Shikamaru likes it, the spirits like it...

I wish more people liked it. I'd get more matches that way.

[Ginia nods, a grimace forming at the idea of two days of bedrest. Necessary bedrest yes, but idleness never suited her. Still, she knows there are worse ways the night could have ended. It's a good thing the couch is quite comfortable and there's an open bedroom downstairs too.]

Always been horrible at chess.

Damn.

Poker?

Never said I couldn't learn, but I'm horrible. Poker, can do.

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