ribbonbon | 004 [video/action] [Forward dated to Friday Morning]

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[When the video feed switches on, there's a bit of a bounce, as if the journal has just opened upon been dropped. When it finally stops, one can see a crooked view of a set of stairs. Seconds later, there's a sharp yelp and the camera catches a brief glimpse of a certain blonde teenager tumbling past, down the stairs, followed by the loud thud of her smacking into a wall. But fear not, this is no act of violence. Just a clumsy teen being clumsy.]

Ow...ow ow owwww...!

[For a minute or so, one can hear a few whines and quiet hisses of pain.]

Mmmrrrgghh... S...Stupid wings...! Ow... Okay. Just need to...get up. Ooogh, first my hair and now this...!

[Apparently, Pilouette has forgotten she even dropped the journal because after a few seconds, it gets some good footage of her feet shakily shuffling forward, right before she trips over it and, letting out a loud shriek, gets a nice faceful of STAIRS just as the feed cuts out.]

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[Later, after putting on a different set of clothes, Pils heads out to the grocery because there's one thing that always makes her feel better on a crappy day: BAKING~! At least the bad weather from the past week has cleared up. There's a chance one may run into her at the grocery or on the way back. Either way, with the way her luck is going, she's pretty paranoid and just trying not to make things worse for herself, so she'll be stepping carefully.]

[Later in the afternoon, Pilouette can be found sitting outside, behind the school, stuffing herself with sweets and generally being ~~A DEGENERATE PUNK~~ a mopey little sourpuss.]

((ooc: Feel free to indirectly/accidentally cause bad things to happen! It's like a big festival of bad luck!))

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[Her shoulders slump and she lets out a little sigh.]

N-No, not really. It's like, not even that long into the day and it's already been like, one thing after another.

We all have days like that now and then. I hope it gets better for you.

Tell me if this is painful. [He starts slowly manipulating her right wing near its attachment point. Some of the feathers are a little bent there, but it's difficult to tell whether the tissue underneath was affected.]

Th-Thanks.

[When he starts moving her wing, she jumps a bit and cringes.]

Ow! U-Um, it kind of stings a little.

[Yep, definitely something there. He brushes back the feathers, observing the beginnings of inflammation along the joint.]

I think you may have sprained it here. It doesn't look broken to me, but I'd like to do an x-ray to make sure.

[She never thought about the possibility of spraining a wing. It certainly makes sense, since once can sprain wrists and what not. She can't help but be worried about it.]

Um...you don't think I'm going to get all sick and stuff, do you? I mean, that's what happens when someone's wings get all messed up or whatever, right?

I doubt it. If you had some kind of open wound--like a compound fracture--I'd be more concerned. The accounts I've heard and read of people getting sick seem to be the result of part or all of a wing being amputated, which would provide an easy way for germs to enter the body.

[Yep, he's not about to make any fancy claims about the wings until he gains a better understanding of their structure. As far as he's concerned, they're just another set of limbs--limbs with a very high number of nerve endings, yes, but nothing really beyond that.]

[Huh. Hearing someone put that kind of logic behind the wings is actually...kind of comforting. Before now, all she knew is "We have wings and if they get hurt, bad things happen."]

Well, I guess if that's the case, maybe I shouldn't worry about it too much.

Yeah, don't worry. There's a lot of claims out there about the wings, but I recommend taking most of them with a grain of salt. [And even if she has more than a sprain, he trusts that he can set it and send her on her way. He walks back towards the door.] Let's just have them x-rayed and see what needs to be done.

[She nods. Hearing actual facts is reassuring enough, so she's going to try to be positive.]

Right! I bet I'll be just fine!

[As she says this, she stands up to follow him.]

[He leads her into a separate room where the equipment is set up. Because he's only looking at the wings, he doesn't need her to undress--he just puts one of the lead aprons on her to shield her pelvis, donning a long apron himself while he positions her in front of the camera.]

Move a little this way, shoulders up, wings extended...okay. Don't move.

[He steps back to the machine, adjusts the dials and presses the button. That done, he takes the apron off of Pilouette and retrieves the cassette with the film, motioning to a nearby chair.]

Have a seat. I'm going to go process this, and I'll be back in a little bit.

Um, okay!

[As he leaves, she sits down and, out of habit, swings her feet to and fro, glancing about at the room not looking for anything in particular. She usually tries to act like an adult, but at times she forgets herself.]

[It doesn't take long for him to develop the image--this is one piece of equipment he actually knew how to use prior to coming to Luceti, though he didn't have to all that frequently back home. When it's done, he brings the film out to show Pilouette, putting it up on a lighted screen and flicking off the room's lights.

The resolution of the image isn't fantastic, but he can still make out the bone structure of her wings. He eyes it for a few moments, then nods.]

Looks good. I don't see any fractures, so you must just have a sprain. I'll wrap it to keep it from moving and get you some more ice for the swelling, as well as something for the pain. It's not too bad--it should start getting better in two or three days.

[Pilouette has never seen an x-ray of any part of her own body before, much less one she shouldn't even have. It's weird. She stares at it for a moment before turning to him.]

I'm so glad that it's gonna be alright! I mean, with the stuff people say about these wing injuries I was really kinda worried for a little bit...

[He smiles, giving a dismissive wave of his hand. Oh, people and the things they say.] Most people don't have a good understanding of anatomy. If you ever have questions about something like that, I recommend you talk to me or one of the other doctors.

[From there, he takes her back into the examination room and winds a bandage around that part of her wing, careful not to crush any of the stiffer feathers or cut off her circulation. He makes a quick trip to the dispensary, fetching her a bottle of aspirin and an additional ice pack.]

Put the ice on it frequently--no more than fifteen minutes at a time, because I don't want you giving yourself frostbite. If the pain gets bad, you can take an aspirin, every four hours at the most. I'd like to see you back in two days, if that's all right.

[She listens carefully to his instructions before slipping on her jacket, doing her best to mind her sprained wing.]

In two days...Okay! Is there a certain time I should be here?

I'm here from nine to six and I don't believe I have any other appointments, so whenever you want to come in during my shift.

Okay! I'll see you tomorrow, then!

[She begins to leave, but stops and turns back toward him.]

And thanks for everything, Dr. Willock.

[He has to smirk a little at her.]

In two days, you mean. You're welcome, Pilouette.

[She lets out a sheepish little laugh. She had been thinking so much about the time, she forgot about the date...]

R-Right! S-See you, then!

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