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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2014 22:23:31 GMT -5
Jennyanydots had waved Coricopat off, when he separated to talk with his twin sister. And from there, had helped Clinton back towards the center of the junkyard. The Healers Den was off to the side, but real close to the center of the yard. Jenny had found it odd, for the center to be as quiet as it was, but after the pollicle attack. The Jellicles had enough excitement for one afternoon. Reaching the den, Jenny helped Clinton inside. As soon as she had, she made her way to the back to get the supplies she needed. "Make yourself comfortable on whichever bed you want. Oh and how bad is the pain you're in? Honest answer, please, Clinton."
((I suck at starting threads.))
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Post by sansa on Oct 14, 2014 8:53:12 GMT -5
It was a struggle not to crumple to the ground on the way to the Healers Den. His leg switched between excruciating pain and useless numbness. But he didn't want to make anybody carry him, and he didn't really want to deal with the embarrassment of being carried like a kit, anyway. The bleeding wasn't as bad as it had been back at the Gate, but it definitely wasn't good. His head swayed and swirled unpleasantly, but he did his best to stay aware until Jenny got him into the den.
"I-" Clinton said breathlessly. He let himself fall onto the nearest bed, laying himself on his back and gingerly stretching out his injured leg. His other leg hung off the bed, bent down toward the ground. "It's not good. I-I think. Sometimes I can't feel it. B-but," He grunted as another wave of pain washed over him, accompanied by nausea and a sudden, sharp migraine. "It hurts. A ton."
((It's alright, dear!))
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2014 15:42:25 GMT -5
Jenny entered the backroom, her bottom lip being chewed on in worry. Hearing Clinton tell her how much pain he was in, made her feel guilty, despite herself. Clinton had gotten hurt because of her. She looked through the shelves that held different herbs. Jenny grabbed the pouch holding Poppy, then grabbed a clean bowl, a pouch of Marigold, and some bandages and rags. In the corner was a small container that still held water from the last rain they had received as well as water they had gotten from different sources around the town. Filling the bowl with the lukewarm water, she traveled back to where Clinton lay.
Her eyes were soft and guilt ridden. She caught herself from apologizing to Clinton, and walked over to his bedside. Placing all her supplies on the bed beside him, aside from the brown pouch. Leaning over Clinton, she handed him some Poppy Leaves. "Eat these, Hon. They'll help relieve your pain." Dunking the rag into the bowl of water, Jenny gazed at Clinton's gash. Her damp fingers came out of the bowl to caress his cheek. "You'll be as good as new before you know it. But you gotta promise me you won't be diving onto Pollicles anymore. At least not for a few months."
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Post by sansa on Oct 16, 2014 12:11:04 GMT -5
Clinton shoved the leaves unceremoniously into his mouth. The bitter, earthy taste was oddly comforting, and he chewed carefully before swallowing. He'd never tried the stuff before, but Jenny obviously knew her stuff. He could only hope that it worked quickly. "Will this help with the- with the weird nausea?" He struggled to get the words out. "Kinda light-headed, comes in waves..." His leg twinged and he clenched his teeth until it passed a moment later.
He couldn't stop the cocky smirk that spread across his face through the pain. "Just protecting a pretty dame." In the pain and confusion, he'd almost forgotten the position they'd been in before the attack. His teeth dug into his lower lip as he looked up at her, smirk still in place. "You gotta allow some heroics."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 17, 2014 0:00:21 GMT -5
Jenny was still stroking the side of his face with one paw, idly, when he drew in a breath, gritted his teeth and then complained about another symptom. Jenny gasped. "Honey. How come you didn't tell me you were nauseous. That'll only help with the pain. But the nausea might be in direct conflict with the pain. Once the pain starts to dissipate, your nausea should also lessen." Pulling out the rag, she rang out the water and then began to dab around the gash in his leg. As soft as she could, without causing him more pain, but firm enough to clean the blood from his fur. "If you are still experiencing nausea after the pain fades, tell me."
She swiped the rag down one side of his gash, only to return the rag to the bowl. She squeezed out as much of the blood from the rag as she could, before she went back to cleaning his wound. Her soft eyes flicked up to his face briefly at the mention of 'pretty dame'. She gave him a big and almost shy smile, before concentrating on his leg once more. If she had stared at Clinton's face any longer, she surely would have blushed in embarrassment. "Well. This pretty dame doesn't want anything bad to happen to you. And since you had to go and be heroic, then I'll just have to patch you up, and give you special attention. Hmm?" There was a light tone to her voice, despite the grave circumstances that had led them to this point in time.
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Post by sansa on Oct 17, 2014 15:58:19 GMT -5
Clinton shrugged helplessly. "Can't give an injured tom a break, huh? Fought a Pollicle for you, ya know." A breathless laugh escaped his lips, quickly replaced by a wince and a sharp intake of breath as the rag touched his wound. He cleared his throat in embarrassment. "Y-yeah, it's probably from the pain. It's, you know... it's only there when the pain is there." He squeezed his eyes shut as another wave of pain crashed over him. It was gone as quickly as it had come, and he took the opportunity to prop himself up on his elbows and watch Jenny work with curiosity in his eyes.
"Kind of a sexy nurse thing, I guess, huh?" He looked at the gash on his leg in disgusted interest. He'd seen injuries before, of all kind, but he'd never had something so bad happen to him. "Not as fun as I thought it'd be," he muttered, laying back down. His twisted mane splayed out around his head.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2014 21:47:41 GMT -5
Jenny idly nodded her head at his words, as she continued to clean his wounds. Happy that Tugger's collar had stopped most of the blood flow..for now. "Because you are currently what I desire, this is me going easy on you. If you were anyone else, I'd be scolding you for jumping in front of the Pollicles chompers, when he clearly had you on his menu." Once more, the rag was dunked into the tinted pink water, though the second dunk had turned the water red. Wringing it out, she brought it back onto his gash, careful and tender. "That's good then, but you still need to keep me informed."
Jenny heard his compliment, and dropped her head. A blush rising to the full portion of her face. "Ummm..." She spoke....rather incoherently. It had been a while since anyone told her she was sexy and she believed them. But she was grateful, when he said something else, and the compliment passed without further embarrassing incident. "Why on this green earth would you think getting hurt would be fun, sugar?"
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Post by sansa on Oct 26, 2014 17:30:21 GMT -5
"You still desire me, huh?" Clinton smirked, despite the pain. He stared at the ceiling, listening to the slosh of the rag in water and focusing on not flinching away from Jenny's touch. "If this is you going easy on me, I don't-" He clenched his teeth, a hiss of pain escaping involuntarily. "Sorry. It's- ah. Sting's like crazy." He laughed breathlessly. "So, uh, how bad do you think it is?"
He almost sat up at her question, but decided it would be better to stay lying down. "It's not the 'getting hurt' part, it's what happens after." He smiled lazily. "C'mon, you gotta know all about the whole 'sexy nurse' thing. A tom gets hurt and a hot dame, well... takes care of him?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2014 22:26:57 GMT -5
"Well you did jump in front of a disgusting pollicle for me. Despite the asinine circumstances, that has to be one of the most romantic things a tom has ever done for me." Her eyes were down at his gash, thankful that the blood was pretty much down with flowing out of the wound. Putting the dirty rag into the dish, she got up and off the bed Clinton was laying on. Her time away from him was brief, as all she did was place the water bowl aside, so she or he wouldn't tip it over.
Returning to his side, she gave him a reassuring smile. "You'll be immobile for a little while, and I will be keeping a keen eye on you to make sure you won't be walking around on this leg of yours and making your injury worse! However, you will heal, it'll just take time." The forgotten pouch of marigolds was picked up. It helped to stop the bleeding, most likely by drying it out, to help it to scab over faster. Jenny froze slightly, embarrassment seeping into her body. "Sexy nurse...thing" Her voice luckily didn't squeak or anything to that extent. Still, it made her blush like a teenager again. She once had Tugger in the infirmary, expecting specific behavior from her and pouting when she didn't deliver.
Was that what that had been about? She cleared her throat. "Something that needs to be taken care of, besides your wound?" She gave him a coy look, though it soon curved into a smirk. "I don't see anything. So grit your teeth, because this is most likely going to sting." She warned. Her paws grabbed a pawful of the ground herbs and placed them against the gash in his leg.
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Post by sansa on Oct 28, 2014 23:43:50 GMT -5
Clinton's smirk faded into a smile, almost shy in its softness. "I just wanted to keep you safe." His tone was open and honest, a surprising change from his previous playful words. He couldn't help but sigh in relief when she finished with the rag. His leg was aching and stinging more than he wanted to admit. "Alright, well... I think I can handle that. Should I keep taking stuff for the pain while it heals? Because, uh, man, it hurts." He chuckled, his throat strained.
"Sexy nurse thing," he said definitively. He tilted his head to watch her. The coy look she was giving him sent shivers up his spine and he ran his tongue along the inside of his lower lip. "Sting? Well, hold on, wha-" His words were cut off by a noise that he didn't think he'd ever made before. A high-pitched, strangled gasp that he attempted to cover immediately with a more masculine groan.
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Post by dodd4 on Oct 29, 2014 12:25:15 GMT -5
having hopefully reassured his sister Coricopat tom hurried to Jenny's Den.
the Calico tom limped along making the best time he could. as he approached the den he felt a wave of positive emotion and as he ducked into the door just intome to see Jenny and Clinton in an embrace and hear him make an ear flattening caterwaul followed by a loud groan, "AHEM, did I arrive at a bad time?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2014 14:10:13 GMT -5
Jennyanydots had lowered her head, and her ears had peeled at the sound Clinton had made. She knew she probably should have given him more warning, but experience had taught her that to just do it, no muss no fuss, was the better choice. The sound of Coricopat, loudly clearing his throat caught her attention. Raising her head up from where it had been, and unfortunately for her, it looked like her head had just been down between Clinton's legs. "Erm...Hello Coricopat." She greeted, though the look on his face made her gape at him. "No? You can sit wherever you want Corie, I'll get to you in a couple minutes. I've almost finished with Clinton."
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Post by sansa on Nov 6, 2014 20:46:43 GMT -5
Clinton's breath hissed in his throat. Fire shot through his leg, and he squeezed his eyes closed just in time to hear Coricopat clear his throat. Great. Awesome. Not embarrassing at all. He looked up to see Jenny lifting her head, then glanced at the other tom. A sardonic smirk spread across his face. "Not interrupting anything at all, bud." He shot a smirking look at Jenny, his teeth still clenched from pain.
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Post by dodd4 on Nov 8, 2014 20:39:02 GMT -5
the calico male came over and knelt next to Clinton and Jenny "maybe this will help," he said. "let's try some breathing exercises to relax you he suggested.
"follow me...inhale...exhale....inhale...." he said in a soft rhythmic tone.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2014 2:20:50 GMT -5
Jenny did glance up at Coricopat as he approached. At the toms suggestions, she nodded in gratitude. However, she was done pouring and massaging the herbs equally around and in Clinton's gash. "Almost done." Jenny spoke fondly. Her tone soothing, as she lightly pet Clinton's hip in apology. Grabbing the fabrics, that mirrored as bandages, she shifted in her seat beside Clinton. She placed the bandage over his wound, then looked up at Clinton. "Can you lift your leg a bit? I need to wrap this," She presented the long bandage to Clinton. "Around your leg and tie it off." She didn't realize she was still gently rubbing at the toms hip, until that moment and she stopped suddenly, embarrassing heat rising to her cheeks.
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