Infirmary Idiots in Scrubs || Kyoto

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Not a single word was escaping the forge monkeys mouth. If it wasn't for the slight nod Jason wouldn't know what to do to the unresponsive son of Vulcan. Okay, he would figure out something but he preferred not to have to make a situation more difficult then it already was. He walked over an turned off the x-ray light thing, it wasn't needed anymore. What was needed was to move Edmund into a patient room, not a check up room. A nice patient room with one of those hospital beds that can easily be rolled around if needed to. Which, it would be needed to. After all, once Edmund was all set in dream land Jason would have to roll the guy to the operating area and grab some assistants and cut into the arm in order to fix it. Will it be gruesome, probably, especially if it was going to be a newbie helping him. Usually they fainted during their first operation, always a bother.

Though, Jason supposed he could always knock Ed out in this room and then carry him onto one of the stretchers. That seemed a lot easier. No matter what he choose he still had to get the equipment ready. This is where his assistant would come in handy but he had wanted her to start getting on a normal sleeping schedule and just relax so Tessa was unavailable to help him out at the moment. Besides, he was still upset over the fact she was sneaking out at night to go do gods know what with the forge monkey at night. So this meant that Jason had to get all the equipment up by himself and work on all the paperwork by himself. Pain in his semi-Apollo butt.

"Stay. I'll be back." Jason muttered to Simons as he walked out of the patient room to grab the anesthesia machine. He rolled it back into the patient room Edmund was in. "Well, let's knock you out. Since it would be frowned upon for me to hit you in the head we will use this modern contraption." Jason said as he started hooking up and starting it and strapping the mask on Edmund. In a manner of seconds the little forge monkey should be knocked out and dreaming of sugar plums and pixies or whatever demigods of Vulcan dreamed about. Probably gears and fire.

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notes: sucky post >.< I'm sorry. Plus I have no idea how to apply anesthesia so yay for creative license

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credit to me ^^

Edmund couldn't stay here... he was going to die in here. His eyes lost focus and he was reduced to just looking at the ground and trying not to throw up. Deep breaths... Deep breaths... That's always what the doctors at the other hospital would tell him if he went panicky. Especially when he woke up with needles in him. He would honestly try to breath slower, just for relief, but if he did that, it felt like his lungs weren't getting enough oxygen; an accelerated heartbeat and chest pains didn't help much either. He had read somewhere that it was possible to die of fear; something to do with an overdose of adrenaline to the brain. Wasn't that also how PTSD worked? The heart was beating at such a high, particular rate so that the memories were literally burned into the brain? At least that's what he remembered from his month long Hospital/Psychology Crash Course 101. There was also the method that involved a paper bag, but that hadn't worked too well for Edmund. He had ended up getting sick in it instead. Forcing him to do anything never really worked out.

A light went out somewhere. The X-Ray machine. Edmund dimly felt a mechanical buzz sweep through him as electricity was zapped through invisible wires on the opposite sides of the wall. Geesh, he must have really been on hyper alert. Edmund rarely picked up on minute mechanics like that. At least it was something to preoccupy his mind with. A few seconds later, Kyoto's disoriented, hazy voice broke though his thoughts. It was already sounding distant and echoey; nothing he was vocalizing made any sense. Ed could still see the medic in his side vision, Kyoto hadn't moved anywhere, so there was no reason for his voice to be sounding like that; Edmund was just going crazy. No, wait; out of Ed's peripheral vision, Kyoto was turning. The blonde male was going somewhere. The door opened and Kyoto was gone.

The medic was leaving him here?! Edmund felt something sink in his stomach. He wouldn't come back. Kyoto being Kyoto, he'd just leave Edmund there to stew and hope he'd die of panic. It could happen too. Inhale. Exhale. The dark haired demigod began to swing his legs again, gently hitting the base of the examination table with his heels. Anything to do to try to stop himself from feeling like he was going to either go insane or die. He really wanted to pull out his exacto knife and carve, but he couldn't do that. Not single handedly and not without any wood. All he could was take his right hand and fidget with the paper that was lining the examination cot. Edmund was about to do yet another childish antic when, to his surprise, Kyoto came back into the room, a tank with wheels on hand. Edmund froze. It was the anesthetic tank. Kyoto had been serious. He was knocking him out. Now. Edmund stayed frozen, half wanting to protest, but mostly terrified of looking up. He heard Kyoto's meshed voice; it was saying something. It may have been important, it may have been relevant, it may have been derogatory, but Ed had no clue; it all sounded like gibberish to him.

Before he could make up his mind on what to do, or do anything for that matter, he felt a mask get strapped onto him. Dejavu. A streak of panic took over his brain. Kyoto was actually trying to suffocate him. Edmund tried to do what he had done in the hospital: rip it off. He would have done it too, but then he suddenly felt as if he couldn't move, even if his life depended on it.... His eyes fluttered shut and Edmund slumped over to the side, unconscious.

OOC: haha. yay creative license! \o/
IC: 655