[ The bottle of antibiotics joins the sterile supplies on the table, but Adrian doesn't straighten up. He settles on his knees in front of Cassian's chair so that he can better see what his leg looks like.
To be fair to him, the bandages were competently done, and the parts that aren't soaked with blood look clean enough to have been changed recently. He casts a quick spell to clean his hands, then switches his leather gloves for latex. ]
May I? [ He asks, when Cassian finishes unwinding the bandages. His expression is impassive as it had been when Cassian had almost died, though the faint line of concern between his brows betrays him. Given permission, he reaches out to lift the gauze away, exceedingly careful with anything that seems to be stuck with dried blood. ]
Your blood was red the last time that I treated you. [ He looks up at Cassian. ] Did this happen in tandem with the wound, or before it? How many days has it been like this?
[ It's perhaps because of the angle that Cassian can make out the furrow of his brow from here. It's not that he needs someone to tell him that this looked just as bad as it felt but the confirmation is...probably a little more concerning than before to say the least.
A part of him appreciates it though. He's dealt with doctors before who have tried to sugar coat his injuries to him. Truthfully, he'd rather have this.
The lift of bandages pulls some of the hair and skin off in the process and he winces a little before meeting Adrian's gaze again. ]
Probably. It's hard to say. I didn't have any injuries before this one.
[ At least not recent ones or ones that would draw blood. Working out on the Rail was hard work and there were bound to be some scrapes and bruises as is evidenced by the smattering of bruises that have bloomed on his shins. ]
[ Adrian gives him an apologetic look, but he does remove the gauze pad to see the full state of it. The black blood makes it difficult to gauge whether the wound is leaking any other unpleasant substances, but the blood itself is a bad enough sign.
It is... oddly beautiful, but this is hardly the time to comment on that.
He sits back on his heels with a soft exhale. ] Well, the good news is that if the change in your blood was a direct result of the infection, you would already be dead. The bad news is I have no idea what the change means, or how it will effect your immune response. Have you had any fever symptoms? Nausea?
[ Adrian waits for his answer, but it doesn't change his own prognosis much. ] Here are your options: you can let me heal it here, with magic, or I can drive you to a clinic and you can let a medibot handle it.
[ He puts a hand on Cassian's uninjured leg and looks up at him, imploring. ] I'm not trying to frighten you, Cassian, but if you roll the dice with antibiotics and bandages for a wound this size — you could lose the leg, if not your life.
[ Unfortunately, the blood is prettier than your average, run of the mill blood. There's a shine to it, almost like an oil sheen except the oil sheen had more of the sensation that one was looking into a galaxy. Not that Cassian has ever thought that. He's tried his best not to think about it at any length aside from the fact that it is, in fact blood.
(He'd tasted it. Just a small lick. On a whim.) ]
A fever. Not much nausea that wouldn't be from the concussion.
[ He pauses then, lips snapping shut upon realizing that Adrian didn't know about the second concussion. Maybe it's better to keep it that way. He'd asked him here to help with the gaping wound in his thigh, not something that was now weeks old. Being chided for the lack of general care that he offers himself however may not be incredibly top of mind. Not with the way Adrian looks up at him with that imploring gaze. Inadvertently, Adrian's words place something heavy on his heart.
Since arriving, getting home has been his goal. That hasn't wavered. But what has changed has been how little he seems to care about himself, about his well-being and his life. He doesn't have a death wish. Not most of the time anyway. But Adrian's plea provides a stark realization that he had been skirting around before. After a moment of holding his gaze he seems to slouch back into the chair. ]
[ It's a good thing that Adrian doesn't know about the licking. What is with the people in his life and putting strange substances into their mouths??
At least in this case the blood was already inside of Cassian. ]
The concussion. [ Adrian repeats, looking deeply unimpressed, but he bites his tongue on the scolding he most certainly wants to give. It will just make Cassian more reluctant to tell him things like this in the future.
It helps, too, that Cassian agrees to be healed without putting up too much of a fuss. At least it means that his sense of self-preservation is strong, despite some evidence to the contrary. Adrian exhales slowly. ]
It's going to be bright. [ He gives Cassian a moment before his halo blinks into existence behind his head. Adrian drops his gaze back to the wound, and the halo gets brighter still. Just as before, the blood seems to shift to liquid gold, though the shimmer of stardust remains. The magic isn't quite as intense as it was the first time, but it's still a dose of warm and pleasant sensation that seems to ebb and flow every few seconds. ] For future reference... A fever when you have an open wound is an urgent concern. It usually means that the infection is severe. This will close the wound, but I'm going to leave you some antibiotics as well, and I would suggest you treat it gently for at least a few more days.
[ A pause as Adrian checks the wound, then determines that it's sealed well enough to dismiss his halo. The gold is even more stark against the black blood, but it's no longer a ragged open wound. He looks up at Cassian again. ] Can I ask why you are so averse to magic?
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To be fair to him, the bandages were competently done, and the parts that aren't soaked with blood look clean enough to have been changed recently. He casts a quick spell to clean his hands, then switches his leather gloves for latex. ]
May I? [ He asks, when Cassian finishes unwinding the bandages. His expression is impassive as it had been when Cassian had almost died, though the faint line of concern between his brows betrays him. Given permission, he reaches out to lift the gauze away, exceedingly careful with anything that seems to be stuck with dried blood. ]
Your blood was red the last time that I treated you. [ He looks up at Cassian. ] Did this happen in tandem with the wound, or before it? How many days has it been like this?
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A part of him appreciates it though. He's dealt with doctors before who have tried to sugar coat his injuries to him. Truthfully, he'd rather have this.
The lift of bandages pulls some of the hair and skin off in the process and he winces a little before meeting Adrian's gaze again. ]
Probably. It's hard to say. I didn't have any injuries before this one.
[ At least not recent ones or ones that would draw blood. Working out on the Rail was hard work and there were bound to be some scrapes and bruises as is evidenced by the smattering of bruises that have bloomed on his shins. ]
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It is... oddly beautiful, but this is hardly the time to comment on that.
He sits back on his heels with a soft exhale. ] Well, the good news is that if the change in your blood was a direct result of the infection, you would already be dead. The bad news is I have no idea what the change means, or how it will effect your immune response. Have you had any fever symptoms? Nausea?
[ Adrian waits for his answer, but it doesn't change his own prognosis much. ] Here are your options: you can let me heal it here, with magic, or I can drive you to a clinic and you can let a medibot handle it.
[ He puts a hand on Cassian's uninjured leg and looks up at him, imploring. ] I'm not trying to frighten you, Cassian, but if you roll the dice with antibiotics and bandages for a wound this size — you could lose the leg, if not your life.
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(He'd tasted it. Just a small lick. On a whim.) ]
A fever. Not much nausea that wouldn't be from the concussion.
[ He pauses then, lips snapping shut upon realizing that Adrian didn't know about the second concussion. Maybe it's better to keep it that way. He'd asked him here to help with the gaping wound in his thigh, not something that was now weeks old. Being chided for the lack of general care that he offers himself however may not be incredibly top of mind. Not with the way Adrian looks up at him with that imploring gaze. Inadvertently, Adrian's words place something heavy on his heart.
Since arriving, getting home has been his goal. That hasn't wavered. But what has changed has been how little he seems to care about himself, about his well-being and his life. He doesn't have a death wish. Not most of the time anyway. But Adrian's plea provides a stark realization that he had been skirting around before. After a moment of holding his gaze he seems to slouch back into the chair. ]
Okay. Magic it is then.
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At least in this case the blood was already inside of Cassian. ]
The concussion. [ Adrian repeats, looking deeply unimpressed, but he bites his tongue on the scolding he most certainly wants to give. It will just make Cassian more reluctant to tell him things like this in the future.
It helps, too, that Cassian agrees to be healed without putting up too much of a fuss. At least it means that his sense of self-preservation is strong, despite some evidence to the contrary. Adrian exhales slowly. ]
It's going to be bright. [ He gives Cassian a moment before his halo blinks into existence behind his head. Adrian drops his gaze back to the wound, and the halo gets brighter still. Just as before, the blood seems to shift to liquid gold, though the shimmer of stardust remains. The magic isn't quite as intense as it was the first time, but it's still a dose of warm and pleasant sensation that seems to ebb and flow every few seconds. ] For future reference... A fever when you have an open wound is an urgent concern. It usually means that the infection is severe. This will close the wound, but I'm going to leave you some antibiotics as well, and I would suggest you treat it gently for at least a few more days.
[ A pause as Adrian checks the wound, then determines that it's sealed well enough to dismiss his halo. The gold is even more stark against the black blood, but it's no longer a ragged open wound. He looks up at Cassian again. ] Can I ask why you are so averse to magic?