[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Unstable [Carbine, Patch]
Sept 16, 2021 20:14:16 GMT -5
Post by Patch on Sept 16, 2021 20:14:16 GMT -5
“It’s pretty cool, huh?”
Idle, half sparked conversation. Spoken as she focused on his wound.
Patch reached up to steady Carbine’s helm as she went to apply the nitrogen. Placing her free hand along beside the injury. As he pulled up, she stepped quickly back, arms snapping in as she attempted to give him space, attempting to get out of the way of whatever attack may have come out of instinct… in just a short moment, however, it seemed he came right back around to trusting her with it again.
Once more, perhaps even more gently this time, she reached up to touch the spot beside the damage while she worked. This was an anesthetic that would need to be re applied with great frequency- however, this was one of few situations in which it was really applicable, as the heat from a welder would swiftly reverse the effects.
The friction of rotary cleaning tools could still speed things up a bit- but at that point patch would have everything at her fingertips to re-apply as it was needed- or hopefully right before, so he wouldn’t have to go through the ache of the cold kicking in too many times.
However, for the moment, it would last long enough that Patch could gather her tools without making her patient simply sit there in discomfort.
Once satisfied with the coverage (and it seemed Carbs was able to relax a little bit) with steady peddes, she clunked across the room, pulled out a tray and started gathering things. A few bottles of cleaning fluid- red and yellow respectively behind whitish opaque plastic bottles.
A few of the instruments already set aside for Bolo could be simply used now, supplemented with other objects. The silver base of a rotary tool was plucked from the initial tray, along with a few of the heads.
She set the tray on a lower rolling table- a newer one. Likely in this base no longer than she was. Additionally, she kicked over a rolling stool with the inside edge of her foot, and settled beside the top edge of the slab.
She sat, reached over to the tray, brought it within comfortable reach, then started fiddling with, and organizing things. She drew the light above closer, setting a few more bits beside her. Finally, she took up the nitrogen gun once more, and held it at the ready.
If Carbine had not already gotten the message by now, it was at this point Patch would look to him expectantly. Up at him, then to the slab, then back again. Then she‘d pat her shoulder, and angle her frame down towards it a bit.
She wanted him to lie down. On his side, most likely. Though- the way she’d positioned herself, he would be facing her, and the instruments. Wound upward, so she could see the whole thing without issue.
Idle, half sparked conversation. Spoken as she focused on his wound.
Patch reached up to steady Carbine’s helm as she went to apply the nitrogen. Placing her free hand along beside the injury. As he pulled up, she stepped quickly back, arms snapping in as she attempted to give him space, attempting to get out of the way of whatever attack may have come out of instinct… in just a short moment, however, it seemed he came right back around to trusting her with it again.
Once more, perhaps even more gently this time, she reached up to touch the spot beside the damage while she worked. This was an anesthetic that would need to be re applied with great frequency- however, this was one of few situations in which it was really applicable, as the heat from a welder would swiftly reverse the effects.
The friction of rotary cleaning tools could still speed things up a bit- but at that point patch would have everything at her fingertips to re-apply as it was needed- or hopefully right before, so he wouldn’t have to go through the ache of the cold kicking in too many times.
However, for the moment, it would last long enough that Patch could gather her tools without making her patient simply sit there in discomfort.
Once satisfied with the coverage (and it seemed Carbs was able to relax a little bit) with steady peddes, she clunked across the room, pulled out a tray and started gathering things. A few bottles of cleaning fluid- red and yellow respectively behind whitish opaque plastic bottles.
A few of the instruments already set aside for Bolo could be simply used now, supplemented with other objects. The silver base of a rotary tool was plucked from the initial tray, along with a few of the heads.
She set the tray on a lower rolling table- a newer one. Likely in this base no longer than she was. Additionally, she kicked over a rolling stool with the inside edge of her foot, and settled beside the top edge of the slab.
She sat, reached over to the tray, brought it within comfortable reach, then started fiddling with, and organizing things. She drew the light above closer, setting a few more bits beside her. Finally, she took up the nitrogen gun once more, and held it at the ready.
If Carbine had not already gotten the message by now, it was at this point Patch would look to him expectantly. Up at him, then to the slab, then back again. Then she‘d pat her shoulder, and angle her frame down towards it a bit.
She wanted him to lie down. On his side, most likely. Though- the way she’d positioned herself, he would be facing her, and the instruments. Wound upward, so she could see the whole thing without issue.