Infirmary Idiots in Scrubs || Kyoto

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For the last month or so of Edmund Simons' existence, he had actually taken Kyoto's orders. He had actually taken his medicine. Two doses of ambrosia a day. In theory it would help his shrunken rib. If it hadn't helped, he was going to kill someone. All the near panic attacks he had had on his biweekly infirmary visits. More trips to the infirmary in a month than he had had in seven years. His last one being his hospital stay with the police staring at him. The one prior being his one month hospital stay. His legs... and now his rib and to top it off, his arm. If not for his arm, Edmund would probably continue prolonging this last infirmary visit until he was dragged in, but no. His arm had to go breaking: no thanks to praetor Remus Stone. After hours of trying to splint it and bandage it himself (which had really hurt, and had probably just made it worse), Edmund had to face it: he needed someone else to do it or risk loosing his arm.

The rib? He had the freaking immortals the darn Othry's to blame for that. This had to be a first for Ed taking his meds faithfully. He really didn't want to have another surgery. All those hospital memories were just... really bad. Intubation, IVs, tranquilizers, 3rd degree burns, pain killers, crutches, wheelchair, long pants... yup. Wondering why he hated infirmary/doctor like settings yet? The only other time he was on major medication was after his skin graft surgery. He had refused to take those. He also refused to go follow through with therapy. But he turned out alright in the end. He was still up, walking, running, and fighting. He supposed the Legion had turned out the be his physical therapy (along with his early going back to school).

The seventeen year old stood infront of the infirmary. It was his appointment time and once again, he was dreading to go in. Ed blew out, it was his last infirmary visit. Arm, rib. One shot. Two birds, one stone. Thank the freaking gods above. All he needed on the arm was a splint and he was good to go. One more time in here and then he'd avoid it for the rest of his life. Kyoto would tell him that his rib had been mended and that he wouldn't need surgery; he'd set Ed's arm, and Ed would be careful to never get into a position where he could break his arm again. He wouldn't need to come back for follow ups or any other appointments to be prodded and poked to make sure his rib was progressing. He stared at the door: walking in there was like welcoming a minor PTSD attack (which it had for the past visits this month). He exhaled. Last time he had to do this... Last time. Get it all over with. Better to get it over with. Edmund held his head up, put his Roman mode on (plus a slight grimace from holding his shoulders back and the pain going into his arm), and walked inside.

Right after he crossed the threshold, the medicine, sterilizer, new bed sheet, hospital like smell crashed over him. He didn't even have a name for the smell. It was just... that doctor, hospital, infirmary smell. The Roman mode got shut down as quickly as it had tuned on. His gaze went back to the floor as he concentrated on anything but the objects on the wall and the fact that his arm was becoming swollen and discolored; for hopefully the last time, Edmund Simons stared at the ground, waiting for Kyoto. His back was to the door like a child: as if he wanted to shrink and fall right back through it.

OOC: Whenever you have the time my dear <3
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The day had been a slow one, probably due to Charlie not holding one of her forty-eight hour drills the previous night. Usually after those the infirmary was busy beyond belief. Now, it was silent, minus the occasionally groan from one of the patients on a cot and the scribble of a pen as it wrote out medical records. Despite all the quiet and peacefulness the infirmary was experiencing Jason was studying the clock. He had an appointment with a patient today. It was his favorite patient too, well favorite one to pick on. Edmund Simons, the local anti-social forge jerk was suppose to be stopping in for his last appointment on his rib, much to Jasons dismay. He had enjoyed being a bully to Simmons the past month. Maybe luck will prevail and Simmons would need surgery, but, after looking through his past checkups, it seemed that the rib was already well on its way to being normal size again.

As the door to the infirmary opened Jason turned and looked to see who was walking in. A smirk appeared on his face. His favorite little pest had finally arrived. He studied him for a moment, something seemed different. Ed still studied the floor, as usual when he seemed to enter the infirmary. Yet, was his arm bigger? Jason raised an eyebrow and motioned for Ed to follow him. "You know the drill by now, same room as last time." Jason said as he walked into one of the patient rooms. That arm was still on his mind, it looked swollen. Now, to the average person they probably would have dismissed it as nothing, but to a trained medical eye, something was obviously off.

Jason closed the door to the room once Ed was inside and grabbed the clipboard that was waiting on the counter for him. It had the records of Edmunds last few checkups for his rib. Well, it was probably time to ask Simmons the list of required questions. Jason grabbed the pen and sat on the doctor stool. "Have you experienced any pain concerning the rib? Also, remember, shirt off, I still have to check it despite your answer. Also, are you having any other problems?" Jason added the last one solely because he was curious of that arm. It was going to bug him until he figured out what was bothering it. Could it be allergies, or was it possibly broken or sprained? Jason had to figure out, not only to satisfy his curiosity, but also because it was his job as head medic of the infirmary at Camp Jupiter.

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notes: Well..I was awfully eager to reply

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Did Edmund fail to mention how much he always dreaded this? He dreaded it a ridiculous amount; he wasn't even himself in here. Bring him into a gods forsaken camp and say that immortals, monsters, and demigods are real: it took a couple of weeks, but fine. Stick him in a cabin to get confronted with a wolf: fine. Make him do one of Jolly's 48 hour drills: fine. Stab a sword into him: fine. Attack him: fine. Yell at him: fine. Break his arm: fine. Send him to the infirmary: see Edmund get a mild panic attack. There was something wrong with that picture. He'd rather be stuck doing a 48 hour drill with Jolly and Petty breathing down his neck. Anywhere but here. Kyoto, of course, was there. Right on the dime. He probably glorified in watching Edmund squirm. Only place in the entire Legion that Edmund had an aversion to (arguably the forge too, but that was kind of passed and wasn't as visible anymore).

He gave a slight nod. Same room. Same routine. Even after being in here slightly more often than usual (which was actually just going there maybe twice) Edmund was still feeling like he'd have a panic attack. While he felt Jason looking at him, he turned his body slightly so that the older male didn't have to see that his arm was bent at an unnatural angle. His 3/4ths sleeve was kind of covering up the fact that the area around broken part of arm had started to discolor, but Edmund still had the rising suspicion that the head doctor knew something was off. Maybe the slight swelling? Edmund followed, head tilted down and walked into the familiar room. Then came the dreaded shut of the door: no turning back now. He was trapped in the room; alone with Kyoto, his clipboard, and his instruments of torture. Edmund backed into the examining bed and used his legs and right arm to help pull himself up, careful to not move his left.

Now, he was sitting straight infront of Kyoto. If the son of Apollo hadn't been suspicious before, now he definitely would be. Ed's left arm was just dangling there at a weird angle, instead of twitching with his left arm in his combined ADHD and nervousness. It was completely useless and it may have just been Edmund being paranoid, but it almost looked as if the discoloration was staring to inch out below his 3/4th's shirt. "No," he routinely said in his flat voice. His rib felt fine. It had to be fine. If it wasn't, Edmund was not going to be very happy. He had helped himself FOR ONCE, only to avoid surgery and nothing else. Hopefully it had worked. Then Kyoto's command came through his head: shirt off. Oh shoot. How exactly was he going to do this? He hesitated slightly at the question, decided to ignore it, and proceeded to single handedly take his shirt off without hurting his left arm.

OOC: Woooo lol. Same here xD
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Jason watched as Ed took his shirt off. It wasn't in a creepy way, more in a serious way. He had yet to move his left arm, there had to be something off. Could Edmund even move it? Their was serious discoloring and swelling surrounding a majority of the arm. It had to be caused by a bone fracture or sprain. Why hadn't Edmund said anything about it? Did he want to lose the arm, it was possible. Unless it received the proper healing it could heal wrong and be dubbed unusable for any use. You would think someone who used their hands and arms a good majority of their time that they would care for it more. However, Jason sighed as he checked the no box on the medical report.

Jason stood up. "Alright Simons, lie down. Let me feel the rib, if it still feels funny then you get the x-ray done. Everything seems promising though from the past few visits, lets hope luck is on your side." Jason said as he grabbed two medical gloves from the box mounted on the wall. He shoved them on his hands before glancing at Edmund again. Seriously, there was something up with that arm. Standing up Jason was able to tell it was at an odd angle. It had to be a fracture of the bone. Why wasn't Edmund saying anything about? Did he want it to become unusable?

Jason smirked. If the little brat didn't want to say anything was wrong with the arm Jason would just have to make him spit it out the hard way. Maybe a few extra pokes and prods that were harder than the rest, just to see if the pain would sprain to his left arm, it was plausible. Or should he be the good doctor people expected him to be? Decisions decisions. Clare was always telling him how happy she was that he helped people, torturing Edmund Simons would probably not fall under helping people in her book. Jason sighed, fine he would do the better thing for once.

"That arm looks pretty bad. Do you want to explain that or do you want it to just become useless? If you can't tell me whats wrong with it I won't even bother to look at it medically. So when you lose all ability to forge, don't blame me. You can blame your anti-socialness on it." Jason said. Okay, he was not happy to not be torturing Ed, but he was trying to be better, he had to prove it somehow. Besides, he still had time to torture Edmund, after all the one thing between the forge monkey and the door was Jason, and he was not eager to let the pest go just yet.

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It was probably ungraceful as heck, but in the end, Edmund was able to get his shirt off one handedly. He took it off over his injured arm and then pulled it off quickly, like a bandaid. It didn't hurt that much, but that was probably because it was only an ounce or two of fabric. He was spared discomfort for the moment. Still, he did his best to keep it that way: having a feeling like someone was stabbing and then twisting a dagger throughout your entire arm every time you moved it was rather painful. It was easily rivaling with the time he decided to lay off the morphine (or whatever pain killers they had given him) after his skin graft surgery. Perhaps he should tell Kyoto about his arm; he doubted Stone would put in for an accident report, and Edmund knew that he sure as heck wasn't writing one. Besides, if nothing was done about it soon, it could possibly stay useless. At least when he had refused skin graft treatment the surgery had already been done: it was just a matter of him making it easier or harder on himself, not a case on whether he'd loose his legs or not. He could possibly loose his rib and arm. Ugh.

Edmund silently laid down on his back, careful not to put any pressure on his left arm. He honestly didn't trust himself to say anything but one, simple word at a time. From what Kyoto said though, it seemed like his rib was progressing, not staying the same or getting worse. All he had to do was pass today's test and then it'd be all over. Stupid rib you'd better be okay, Edmund growled mentally. He was so going to kill a god after this. At the sound of the rubber gloves coming out, Edmund tried to block the noise, but was semi unsuccessful. The younger demigod semi tensed. This infirmary was going to drive him insane... if it didn't drive him into panic attacking first. His dark brown eyes flickered over the ceiling panels, just like they always did when he came in here. Anything to distract his eyes from the row of instruments and/or to distract the throbbing feeling in his arm. Preferably both at once, but of course that was not meant to be. Ed's arm was slowly starting to turn numb when he wasn't moving it. Kind of good in a way, but when anatomically speaking (and from what he remembered from his hospital visits) it wasn't a good sign.

Of course Kyoto picked up on it. Edmund let him say what he had to before opening his mouth. "It may have broke." Short, curt, and to the point. Basically Edmund. He didn't feel the need to elaborate, much less wanted to in a place like this. Kyoto didn't exactly need all the details. All he had to know that it was broken (which he probably could have [or did] figure out on his own); from there, Edmund would probably need to get it splinted. He would probably have to keep it still for a couple of days which would annoy the heck out of him, but it was whatever. Nearly being able to destroy his file had been worth it.

OOC: yay ^_^
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Once Edmund had laid down Jason walked over beside him and examined the exterior of his chest, looking for any abnormales that may be there thanks to the rib. Luckily, Jason couldn't see any, just like the last couple of times. He placed his hand down on the spot where the rib had been, following the same procedure that he had done the past few times Edmund had entered into the infirmary. As he felt around the area he couldn't help but throw a look of concentration on his face. It seemed to be normal sized, based on touch. However, an x-ray was probably needed to verify it. He backed away from Edmund and wrote into his report.

At the few words to escape the son of Vulcans mouth Jason couldn't help but scuff. Just as he thought. "May have broke? Well that's not good." Jason said as he finished jotting down the last of his statement into the medical report. He turned and looked at the dark haired individual with a smirk on his face. "I suppose we can x-ray it while we take the one for the rib. Which, the rib feels about normal sized, just need an x-ray to verify it. You know, details." Jason said with a wave of his hand. He took off the medical gloves and disposed of it in the waste basket and opened the door. "Follow me. You can put your shirt back on, or not, don't need that arm to get worst than it already is." Jason stated.

He walked out of the patient room and headed down a hall and took the last door on the right, inside was a little dark. A metal table stood in the center and on one side of the wall stood a contraception, same with above the table. The one on the wall was for taking the spinal and rib x-ray, it was better if the patient was standing for those. The table was used for placing arms or legs on for x-rays. "Alright, stand over there." Jason said with a nod of his head to the contraption on the wall. All Edmund had to do was stand in front of the machine and Jason would go into the back room and take the x-ray, away from an UV exposure. Since the first x-ray was for a chest area he didn't have to give Edmund the lead apron, but he would need it for the arm x-ray.

Once Jason adjusted the machine to his liking for Edmunds height and for where the rib was he looked at him. "If you have any metal on you take it off. It will interfere with the x-ray print out. I'll take the picture in that room, so just tell me when you're ready." Jason said as he nodded toward the tiny little alight room in the corner. It was a bit out of character for Jason to just give his medical orders without joking around, well at least in the case of Edmund. However, that arm was bugging him, it looked bad so he was giving the boy a break. Something about the odd angle, discoloration, and swelling was giving him a feeling that that fracture was a lot worse than a simple broken bone.

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notes: semi-nice to Ed..>.> Whats with you Jason?

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Edmund made his body freeze, his eyes just staring at the ceiling while Kyoto examined his rib; pretending that the medic wasn't there so he wouldn't go into a panic attack because of a doctor looming over him. It was basically the same procedure: Kyoto had already done this at least three times during Ed's last few visits. The antisocial demigod should have been used to this, from the last few infirmary visits, but he wasn't. He was still on edge and still trying to block it from his mind. True, earch time Kyoto was breaking the "do not touch me" rule, big time, but there wasn't exactly much Edmund could do about it. Yes, he hated people touching him, but if he retaliated, he wouldn't put it past Kyoto to pin/strap his arms down. The medic would probably do anything to get the infirmary visit completed and his files in order, while having a good time tormenting at Ed (just as a bonus) since it was probably clear by now that the younger demigod had an aversion to the sick bay.

Through his wariness, a slight flicker of annoyance passed through Ed as he heard the medic scoff. Kyoto was probably in his glory: making Edmund uncomfortable in here. His medical take on the arm: probably not good. Probably?! No shiz Sherlock, Edmund grumbled mentally. Was the son of Apollo getting that from the twisted angle, or perhaps the swelling and discoloration, or maybe even from the fact that Edmund was loosing feeling from the break down and could barely move it? How about all the of the above? The dark haired demigod managed a slight, controlled glare at the medic as a wry smirk passed over his face. Ed's hurting arm had just given Kyoto another thing to hold against him. More time in the infirmary. More procedures. He really didn't want to go through it, but he'd less like it if he lost his arm just because he hated the infirmary. Such conflicting ideas. Hate for the infirmary yet he needed to go in there just to make sure he didn't have a stunted rib or useless arm.

The seventeen year old nodded slightly at Kyoto's X-Ray rant. The only thing that really got through to him was that his rib was looking normal. The medicine did work. Finally! Medicine was able to fix one thing in his life. So no surgery! He was practically home free. The X-Ray would prove it! Then his arm would get splinted and then he'd never have to set foot near the infirmary or be around Kyoto again! Shirt back on? Forget it. Taking it off without disturbing his left arm was probably a lot easier than putting it back on. He'd probably just wreck it more. He sat up, slipped off the table, and went to follow in Kyoto's wake. X-Ray. He remembered taking these. Edmund was fine with them. Probably one of the only medical things he was vaguely, sincerely okay with. He looked over at the space that the head medic motioned over to and took his place.

While Kyoto adjusted the machine, Edmund felt a slight pull towards it. Curious, he reached out his right hand and lightly touched it. It was kind of rare (rather, becoming less so ever since he started making automations) that Edmund used his "touch and know all" about technology part of technokinesis, but he couldn't deny: it was kind of cool. Just sort of... knowing everything about the machine and how to use it. He remembered doing it in the mortal world with computers and other every day objects. He looked up at Kyoto, metal objects off of him. That would be.... Edmund took out his exacto knife from his pocket, his knife concealed at his waist, and then unsheathed his backup dagger from his leg. He semi knelt and slid the objects away from him; then, just when he was about to straighten up, he remembered one more thing. He unhooked a Hello Kitty key chain from a band in his pants and slid that to the side as well. Once he double checked they were a good distance away, he straightened. "Ready."

OOC: xD Jason <3
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Jason watched curiously as Edmund touched the x-ray machine. It must have been one of those children of Vulcan things. Touch anything made with chips and wires or whatever. They were such nerds when it came to technology. Ah, then came all the metal off Edmund. Jason picked up a bucket and put the stuff in it, he was awfully curious about the Hello Kitty key chain. It didn't seem like something Edmund would keep on him. It was depressing or screaming antisocial enough. Maybe he had made it for someone, or someone had made it for him. While he was curious Jason wasn't going to ask, it didn't pertain to right now. "I'll take these in the back with me so it doesn't mess up the picture." Jason grumbled as he picked up the bucket full of Edmunds sharp toys.

Once the son of Vulcan said he was ready Jason, with the bucket, headed to the office to take the picture. He sat at the machine and turned it on, the machine whirred to life. After a moment the x-ray had been taken. Jason took two shots just in case. He sent them off to get printed, it should be done before they were done here. He was able to see the shot on the screen, but it would help to see it on the print out, but from what he could tell it seemed pretty normal which was good. Despite how much he found the brat at the x-ray annoying he couldn't help but hope for his health, he was a camper and making the campers healthy was Jasons job.

He walked out of the room and to the x-ray machine at the table. "Okay and now for your arm. You are going to have to place it flat on the table like this." Jason said as he extended his arm on the table,straight. "If you need help putting the arm on the table don't be stupid and not ask. We don't need that arm getting worse. I'm only here to help you Simons, nothing more." Jason stated as he removed his arm from the table and went and grabbed on of the lead aprons. "You're going to want to put this on too, that way you don't get too much UV radiation where you don't need it." He said as he held the apron out for the kid to grab. Who knows, he might need help to put it on along with help with putting the arm on the table, or he can be his annoying antisocial jerk and just hurt himself more.

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notes: a bit short and sorry if it sucks, did it early

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Four weapons on him. Those four weren't counting his sword that he hadn't taken with him. Although, technically, his exacto knife wasn't a weapon. It was a carving tool, but he could use it as a weapon if needed. Being in the first cohort meant being weapon ready at all times, plus spares. Always carry a spare, along with a knife. Just a general rule of thumb around the Legion... or at least, to him, anyway. "Fine." Edmund watched Kyoto warily as he hauled away his weapons; carrying them farther and farther away from him. It made him feel rather bare, defenseless, and vulnerable now: no weapons. It was really weird. Of course, he could do one handed fist fighting, but he was just used to having multiple weapons strapped onto him. It was just like going on a trip into New Rome: no weapons, strange feeling. Then again, he did have Jolly as his centurion and worked in the forge all day; Edmund could have been a walking weapons shop if he wanted.

Edmund stayed rather calm as the machine around him came to life. Shot of UV ray directed towards his chest and the end. He had a good a number of X-Rays before: they weren't invasive and that was all he cared about. In seconds it was over; the picture had probably been taken twice. Edmund could have probably taken them himself or could have messed with all the settings just to screw with Kyoto, but taking into account that Kyoto could easily just induct him into rib surgery prevented him. Even though the medic said that he was in the clear, Edmund wouldn't put it past him to lie about it just to mess with Edmund's head. It was rather clear that Kyoto liked toying with him and as much as Ed hated it, there was little he could do with how much the infirmary and related places affected him. He knew that he shouldn't let them get to him, but he couldn't help it. Every time he was near a medic or a infirmary-ish place, he felt like he'd have a panic attack or start flashing back. It took most of his energy to not let himself do it. It left little energy to be... well, him.

Kyoto came back out of the booth. Arm too. Ugh. The seventeen year old watched as the older male demonstrated. Put it flat... yeah. Edmund would have a good time trying to do that at the awkward angle it was at. Trying to move it was like trying to move a lead block. Just here to help him. Pft. Right. Right along with just there to antagonize him about being in a place that he hated. Finally Edmund was able to lift his arm and semi lay it flat, or as flat as he could get it with the odd way it was bent. It didn't exactly hurt... it more of an uncomfortable, numb tingle. Hopefully no big deal. Oh right, the apron too. Edmund took it with his good arm and attempted to one handedly put it on. Slightly awkward, slipping movements, but after a minute, Edmund ultimately got it. "Ready," he grudgingly grumbled again.

OOC: np np <3 sorry ed's not a conversationalist... again
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Okay, obviously Jasons help was not needed. That was fine with him, it wasn't like it was his arm that was in pain. Still, he couldn't help but wince slightly as he watched Edmund struggle to get the awkward angled armed to lay as flat as possible against the table. It took a good amount of will power for Jason to not reach out and help the forge monkey. Just when Jason was about to go nuts from self-control he heard Edmund grumble that he was ready.

"Lets hope that it's not too bad." Jason said as he turned to go into the back room. He started up the machine and made sure to line it up to be as precise as possible. Once he was satisfied he took the set of pictures. As the recent images flashed up on the screen Jason couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. From the gritty screen it looked to be a severe internal fracture. Jason sat there for a moment, just staring at the x-ray before finally sending them to the printer. He glanced at the box of weapons that Edmund had thankfully gave him. Should he even give these back to the forge monkey? Jason knew they had a complicated relationship, still it was the right thing to do at the moment. Besides, he had no reason to hold on to them, yet.

Jason grabbed the box and turned off all the equipment in the back before returning to Edmund. He set the box on the table next to where his arm had to sit. "Can I trust you to go back to the patient room or do you need me to hold your hand?" Jason said mockingly. He hadn't given Edmund too hard of a time so he had to make up for it a little. Though, honestly, Jason wouldn't put it past Simons to go running out of the infirmary like it was a building caught on fire. However, he had come to his appointment today and he seemed to be co-operating alright. Maybe Jason needed to have more faith in him.

"I'm going to grab the print out, I'll hopefully see you in the room. That is of course, if you really care about that rib and arm of yours I guess." Jason said as he opened the door leading out into the hallway and wedged a doorstop into it. He walked into one of the employees only rooms and went to the x-ray printer. He grabbed the prints and put it against the lighted panel. First was the rib. Well, based on Jasons medical knowledge it seemed to be normal size and haven other altercations. That was good news, that meant no surgery. Then came the x-ray of the arm. Jason stared at it for a few minutes, flabbergasted, before grabbing the print outs and heading back to the room he hopes Simons was waiting in. He opened the door and didn't even check to see if Simons was in there. "I have some good news, and some bad news."

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Edmund wasn't an optimist. Not by any stretch of the imagination. As much as he didn't want anything to be wrong with his arm, he couldn't help but be skeptical. Not too bad? The arm was swollen, oddly bent, becoming tingly numb, and turning colors. From the time he spent at the hospital, and just from common sense, he had gathered that those symptoms usually weren't good. So sue him if he wasn't looking up on the hopeful side! The seventeen year old waited, standing quite still. For a moment, his dark brown eyes tracked Kyoto as he adjusted the X-Ray machine. After a few moments, Ed felt the machine infront of him come to life and take a set of pictures. Back to the waiting game until Kyoto decided to come out of his little box room. Edmund's eyes went to the ceiling, suddenly feeling as if he had been still for way too long. The fingers on his good arm started to fidget, tapping restlessly on his pant leg. Normally, he would have started twisting the Hello Kitty key chain, but that wasn't on his person at the moment.

Finally, Kyoto came out, box of weapons on hand. Edmund was able to semi-relax. The medic was going to give them back to him. The demigod's eyes stayed trained on his box of metal, immediately calling the key chain to him. The little Hello Kitty figurine rose out of the box and attached itself to one of the bands on Edmund's pants. It was only after he heard the metal snap that he looked back up, processing what Kyoto just said. The medic's cheek earned him a glare from the irate demigod. Edmund yanked off the heavy apron and plopped it back onto the hanger as best as he could with only one functioning arm. He reached into the box and took out his two daggers; after putting them in their respected places, he gave another glare at Kyoto before stalking out of the room. Seriously? Kyoto was so immature. Edmund wasn't leaving until he knew that his rib and arm were i the clear. He may have hated the infirmary and Kyoto but he didn't want to live with a useless arm. It would just physically add to his overall useless. Besides, he needed both arms to keep him preoccupied. Simultaneous movement was better than single arm movements.

Edmund grudgingly stalked back into the examination room and once again lifted himself onto the cot. Yes, he returned to the room. Just like the good little patient he was. Maybe he'd even get a sticker later! His foot twitched, trying to keep time with the second hand of a clock; anything to distract him. He couldn't believe that he was back to playing the waiting game again. Edmund had been moderately fine waiting in the X-Ray room, but in here? Forget it. He didn't want to stay still for the life of him. Any moment someone could come, swoop in, and prod him with a needle...or five. All he could do was tap his fingers, swing his legs, and keep his eyes down so he couldn't make eye contact with the medical instruments. Just as he was starting to feel like he'd start hyperventilating, the door banged open. Edmund didn't trust himself to look up, but from the voice, he knew Kyoto was back. Good news and bad news. Bad news... why wasn't he surprised? He gave a slight nod, not trusting himself to open his mouth.

OOC: Sorry Ed didn't talk at all >.>
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As he looked at Edmund and received a slight nod Jason walked over to the panel that stood on the wall and turned on the light. He put the x-ray of his rib up on it. "As you can see this was the rib that was shrunken." Jason said as he pointed to one of the ribs. "It doesn't seem any different from the others therefore we can assume it has grown back to normal size and is perfectly healthy. Congrats Simons, for once you actually followed directions apparently." Jason stated as he took the x-ray down and placed it on the counter that stood within the room. He then walked back over to the lighted panel.

Jason put up the x-ray of the arm. It looked pretty bad, even if you had no prior knowledge. Okay, so bad was the wrong word. It didn't look normal. "This is your arm, obviously. It doesn't look anywhere normal from a normal arm. The radius bone has broken in two places, leaving a gap. The gap piece of the bone is stuck, it seems, in the ulna, from the way it landed in it." Jason said as he pointed to the part as he spoke of them. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, dreading what he had to say next. It was probably going to be followed by some sort of agony. "This is what we call a severe internal fracture to the bone. In order to repair it we need to do more than put a splint on it. We need to go in and fix the bone using some screws and metal rods. In other words, you are going to need surgery." Jason finished.

He stayed silent to let the information sink in. He left the image of Edmunds arm on the panel. If there was another way Jason would have opted to do that but this was the best way. It would give heal him better and faster than a few medicated ambrosia or nectar. Plus, it was safer. With as much godly substance the son of Vulcan had to take for his rib Jason didn't want to risk the forge monkey burning from the inside out. At least it wasn't going to be the first Jason did something like this for the arm. Being a medic in the legion had given him plenty of practice, especially after Orthys when plenty of demigods had complex injuries like this. Edmund was lucky, Jason wasn't overrun with patients, he would actually be able to concentrate more on Simons surgery, that is if he could get Simons to have the surgery. It was the better option, obviously, but from the way Edmund acted with a simple checkup Jason didn't think it was possible for Edmund to even go through a full surgery without hyperventilating.

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Edmund felt a light box turn on infront of him. There was that indescribable, wobbly sound that X-Ray paper made, and then there was Kyoto's ranting voice. This would be a good time to look up. At least so he could see the healing or damage his bones had. He carefully picked his head up, making sure to look right at the light box and not let his eyes wander anywhere else. Ed's eyes followed where Kyoto's finger pointed: his rib looked.... normal. Like all the others. Not shrunken. It looked like the ambrosia and nectar did it's job, even though taking them had been a pain. The medic confirmed it a second later. His rib was fine. No surgery. Yes! Thank the gods. He ignored Kyoto's comments about him listening to orders for once; it was to avoid surgery. No more, no less. Then the black and white picture was gone and Edmund was left staring at a bright, white screen.

He considered messing around with Kyoto's head with the light box. Ed was in the clear now, so he could potentially make Kyoto as miserable as he had been. Perhaps not as miserable, but at least frustrate him a bit. He was about to cut the entire light board circuit (along with the rest of the infirmary's technology), when his arm X-Ray was put up. Edmund knew plenty about burns, bruises, cuts, IV, intubation, and skin grafts. He knew enough that swelling, numbing, discoloration, and odd angles were bad. Bones? Forget it. He knew nothing, but even he, incompetent in anthropology as he was, knew that the problem in his arm was serious; it looked nothing near to normal, just like his legs. The next few sentences the medic said were in a completely foreign language. Sure, he knew the generalists of the body, but nothing about specific bones. Being that he didn't know what Kyoto was saying, he put it in his own words. It may have been right, it may have been wrong; Ed had no way of knowing. In the end, he translated into something along the lines of "it's not normal, it's broken and left a gap; two bones got stuck in position because it landed wrong". At any rate, correct translation or not, it didn't sound good.

It was after all the complex medical terms that it got worse. Much, much worse. Edmund heard "severe internal fracture... more than put a splint on it... fix the bone using some screws and metal rods". All that information got lost, right out of his mind, as he heard Kyoto's last six words. Surgery. He was going to need surgery. He was going to get screws, or whatever Kyoto had said, put into him. It was going to be invasive, there were going to be needles, and he was probably going to be trapped in the infirmary for weeks. And he had thought coming into the infirmary was a bad enough trigger. He waited for it to sink in with him. For the panic to take over, but it didn't. It felt like everything Kyoto had said in a dream. Yup, that was it. Edmund was in one of his five minute catnaps. He'd wake up in a few seconds.

The seventeen year old stared at the still lit up screen. His badly fractured arm staring back at him. He waited a few moments, his face blank, and legs occasionally swinging to meet the base of the cot. He wasn't waking up. That's when he had to come to terms with it; it started to sink in. His arm needed to get operated on. He was having another surgery, even though he tried so hard to avoid it. Rib wise. His rib had mended, but now he had to have a surgery for his arm because he and Stone got into that fight... His gaze went from focused on the X-Ray, to staring right through it. The world seemed to blur out of focus as his face paled, dark spots starting to appear in his vision. Ed felt his heart rate start to go up and it was suddenly made apparent to him that there wasn't enough oxygen his lungs. He was going to die in here. It was only after a moment of trying to get his breathing back under control that he noticed that Kyoto was no longer talking. Ed half opened his mouth and muttered the one intelligible word that he knew that he'd be able to get out without throwing up. A very quiet, small, submissive, "Okay."

OOC: aww lol that's fine! it looked great to me
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Jason watched the son of Vulcan. Was it just his imagination or did it appear that Simons was getting paler? It was understandable if he was, he wouldn't at the mention of surgery. It would have been odd if someone was looking forward to surgery. Having someone cut into your body while you lay there unconscious, it wasn't normal. Still, it was better for it to get done then for the patient to suffer any long term injuries that could become un-treatable. Also, based on that x-ray, the sooner they started operating on it the better.

As the small one worded reply hit Jasons ear he nodded slightly. Now was not the time to crack jokes or humor. This was a serious matter, and even though it was out of character of Jason to not pick on Edmund, now it was needed. "Based on how bad it is the sooner we start operating the better. I would prefer starting today. We can get you knocked out and into an operating room. The surgery will probably take at the most an hour and a half. You'll probably remain knocked out for the next twenty-four hours. Then once you get the all clear you are free to go. Granted, you may be here for a few days just for surgery recover and the beginnings of PT. For your safety we are also going to use the lowest amount of ambrosia and nectar on you. We don't need you to burn up from the inside out." Jason said, giving Edmund the basic need to know of what is going to go down.

Once Jason makes sure Edmund understands all that he will have to go and get the anesthetic hooked up and ready to use. Then once Edmund was off in dream land Jason could began the operation, with the help of some others of course. Doing surgery alone was a big no-no. You needed to have someone assist you in order to swap out the instruments and then someone else to keep an eye on the monitoring of the patient, heart rate and all that. Still, this was a basic surgery, hence why it wasn't going to take long. The only reason it would take long would be if the patient fought against it. Then gods know how long it will take. Though, Edmund had given the okay to having the surgery done so maybe he did understand the importance. Or, maybe he just didn't have the energy to fight against. From what Jason could tell Edmund was as white as a ghost, granted that could be because the forge monkey probably never left the forge and has never in his entire life acquired a tan. Whatever the reasons, it made him look petrified, which slightly worried Jason.

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credit to aries!

As much as they were all supposed to be rough and tough Roman soldiers, they probably all had some sort of fear. Everyone was afraid of something, even if they knew it or not: visible or invisible, directly or indirectly. If not, they probably wouldn't be human. They'd be robots, void of emotion (not that he wasn't already, but still). Edmund certainly knew his major two. How couldn't he? He had to walk around/by them every day for seven years. At first, he had avoided them at all costs, but ultimately, he was forced to face them. He was three years into camp when he had to face his first fear; the other, he had been able to dodge for six. Camp probably didn't know the first, but his second was pretty evident if they caught him in the infirmary. Odd fear to some, but true. He wondered what the fear of hospitals would be called. BLAH BLAH SOMETHING FANCY SOUNDING-phobia. Fear of needles? BLAH blah....blah some other fancy sounding word-phobia. Well, whatever they were called... he was pretty sure he had both of them. Perhaps they were one and the same thing, since every time he had gone to the hospital or doctor's, needles had been involved. Granted, it hadn't gotten unbearable until after his month there. Too many triggering memories he guessed; side effect of PTSD, oh the joys.

Had he mentioned that he really didn't want surgery? He would have declined treatment if it had been any other part, but fixing his arm was kind of necessary. He didn't think he'd be able to do much with one arm, especially in order to calm himself down. Drawing and eventually fighting? Sure. Nearly everything else? Nope. Ed really wanted to be able to carve and forge again, so what other choice did he have? Besides, even if he did refuse, he wouldn't put it past Kyoto to corner him, shoot him with a knock out drug or something, and force him to have the surgery. And then started the briefing of the procedure: the sooner the better...today, recovery time and PT.... dejavu. Edmund cringed slightly at the "burning inside out" statement, wondering if it would hurt just as much or more if it was vise versa. After Kyoto's synopsis, all Edmund could do was nod down at the floor since he had given up staring at the X-Ray light screen. It was starting to give him a headache.

Edmund semi shut his eyes, once again feeling like he was about to hyperventilate. Gods. Surgery meant anesthesia, which meant needles and scapulas. By the gods, Edmund fought with sharp blades all the time with the possibility of dying; a tiny needle and small scapula going into his skin shouldn't have phased him, but it did. This was going to be a long 26 hours, he thought, good hand twitching and more stars popping infront of his eyes. Back to square one. Oh, never mind. Edmund had always been on square one when it came to medical things. The full reality started of him going under the knife in a few minutes started to crush him; he went back to doing his most basic coping method, the one he did on his first infirmary visit: rocking back and forth. He wasn't coming out of his alive. Some people with a phobia would start fighting; others would do the opposite. Edmund was the opposite: he froze up, trying to disappear into the cot, and waited for his imminent death.

OOC: Nosocomephobia and Belonephobia XD
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