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Post by TheMindsofTheMany on Jan 31, 2013 20:35:41 GMT -6
A wooden building sat in the forest of the ruins, a small stream of smoke rising from the chimney of the structure. A sign sat against the wall, announcing the doctor was in and the clinic was fully open and functional.
In the back of the building, a green squirrel continued to make his way around the building. The building had been there some time but had been locked up due to him not being around. Now that he had time to reopen some of his special clinics he had jumped right on it.
After a moment he walked into the waiting room and placed a small plate of nuts on the coffee table and straightened up the magazine, checking the paper cups on top of the water cooler, and making sure that the blinds were set properly to keep the room from being exceedingly bright.
He gave his eyes a rub before taking a patient into the back, leaving the rest to wait for him to attend to them.
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Post by spike on Jan 31, 2013 20:49:07 GMT -6
Spike was seriously injured after fighting off the Mole Robots. Angie was carrying him as she flew around, looking for help. "Don't worry, hun. You're going to be fine." She then saw he wooden hut. "Perfect! Maybe someone's there that can help!" She walked inside of it. Spike started to wake up. "Huh...? Where am I?" He wondered. His leg was broken and his muscles were exhausted and he was in poor shape.
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Post by TheMindsofTheMany on Jan 31, 2013 20:53:29 GMT -6
Relly would return after about ten to twenty minutes, leading the woman out of the back "Just take two a day for two weeks... should clear it up without any trouble. Reading the side effects though and if you experience any, cease taking the medicine and return to me for another check up... have a nice day." the sown up squirrel said with a small wave, watching the woman leave before looking over at Spike "Hmm... this way." he said shuffling around and back through the door to the back of the building.
"Can you tell me what happened?" he would ask if they followed him "Lay him out on that bed there." he commented signaling to the side.
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Post by spike on Jan 31, 2013 20:58:37 GMT -6
Angie did so. The squirrel also noticed that they were both covered in mud. Angie lay Spike down on the table,. Then, she noticed a piece of Spike's thigh bone was sticking out of his flesh. He was loosing blood, which perhaps explains why he passed out earlier. Angie gasped. "Oh my, it's worse than I thought." She felt very nervous now.
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Post by TheMindsofTheMany on Jan 31, 2013 21:00:32 GMT -6
"Please stay calm and answer my questions." Relly said as he looked at the piece of bone and nodded quietly to himself "If you will excuse me for a moment." he said slowly as he made his way out of the room, soon returning with a large tray of tools. "Now please, answer the question on what happened." he repeated as he placed the tools on a small rolling table by the bed.
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Post by spike on Jan 31, 2013 21:07:17 GMT -6
Angie nodded. "W-well we were fighting off against some giant robot mole when someone was seriously in trouble. He tried distracting it but got seriously beaten by it. Eventually she was saved and someone managed to destroy it but Spike was seriously injured so I looked for someone to help then found you." She looked back at Spike. "Think he's gonna be alright?"
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Post by TheMindsofTheMany on Jan 31, 2013 21:12:16 GMT -6
He rubbed his chin a moment "Please leave the room, I will need to do a bit of work on him." he told Angie "There are some magazines in the lobby, you may occupy yourself with some of those while I work." he told her while grabbing a knife and blue fabric cover.
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Post by spike on Jan 31, 2013 21:14:38 GMT -6
She nodded and headed out. She waited in the waiting room and hoped he'd be alright. She waited for a while and sat there, twiddling her thumbs. She whistled a little bit as she waited.
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Post by TheMindsofTheMany on Jan 31, 2013 21:21:42 GMT -6
Relly would pull a mask on and throw the cloth over his leg, cutting open a square of it and putting down the knife he grabbed a buzzer and began to shave down the entire area. Giving him an injection so he wouldn't wake up during the procedure.
Once shaved down he would clean the entire area, and slowly began to make an incision with his scalpel. He would carefully cut open the leg, cleaning it frequently and carefully working on getting the bone back into position.
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Post by spike on Jan 31, 2013 21:25:03 GMT -6
Angie continued to wait, she started texting Ken on her watch phone. She told him where she was and why she was there. Ken was amazed on how Spike managed to stay alive. But he was glad Spike was.
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Post by TheMindsofTheMany on Jan 31, 2013 21:39:29 GMT -6
He hummed to himself as he drilled a metal plate to keep the bone together. Making sure the bone was straight and everything looked in place he began to work on reconnecting all the muscle, vessels, and sowing up the flesh over it. He nodded his head as he worked on it slowly.
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Post by spike on Jan 31, 2013 21:43:58 GMT -6
Angie continued to wait, she finally decides to read a magazine. She was bored out of her mind but was glad she managed to find help. She skimmed through it, she never really like magazines, anyways.
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Post by TheMindsofTheMany on Jan 31, 2013 21:46:35 GMT -6
He would begin the long process of building the cast around the leg, humming to himself once more as he swayed side to side. His tail swishing side to side as he looked out the window for a moment.
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Post by spike on Jan 31, 2013 22:01:09 GMT -6
Angie continued to read through the magazine, stopping every time she saw something interesting. She looked up and out the window. She saw a tree, she then looked around the room. Wondering what to do, Angie just sat there, waiting.
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Post by TheMindsofTheMany on Jan 31, 2013 22:07:09 GMT -6
After a bit he would stand up and make his way back into the lobby "Your friend will be fine, his leg will need to heal for about six weeks. I would suggest he not even get on it." he fixed his shirt a bit and took his mask off "I will need to know how you plan to transport him out of the hospital though without him getting on that leg."
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