Animals and Organs {Edmund}

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Jason walked into the infirmary, surveying the dark place. He strolled over to the nearest light switch and flicked it on. Some of the overnight patients moaned as the sudden light awakened them. Jason paid them no mind. It was time for the infirmary to start working. Eight in the morning, the patients should have been up already. He told everyone he was having a patient in right away and that he wouldn't be able to make his normal rounds until later. The patient he would be seeing this morning was none other then Mr. Monotone himself, Edmund. Jason couldn't hide the smirk on his face as he dug out the kids medical file, which was a bit anorexic compared to other campers. He had a hunch that this kid, who he had almost gotten into a fight with, was not a fan of the infirmary. He checked the date of his last check up. His eyes grew wide. Every camper was suppose to have a half-yearly check up. Edmund hadn't been into the infirmary since he first arrived. Great, this meant more work for Jason to do.

The main reason Jason was forcing, no exaggeration on that term either, Edmund to come into the infirmary was because he had a theory that every time he was transformed into an animal, seven or eight times now, his organs grew smaller. Of course, when he changed back into a human they grew back. Yet this would cause damage at the sudden rate they are forced to return to. He had to do a full analysis and x-ray on Ed. Then, he also had to do the routinely check-up all campers had to have. This was going to be a long morning.

Jason got together the equipment he would be needing. Some nectar and ambrosia was placed out just in case. Other then that the patient room had a cushioned table with paper covering. On the wall beside the bed held the normal instruments seen in a doctor room. Blood pressure monitor, ear scope, stethoscope, etc. He would have to take Ed to a different room for all the other test to see his organs and bones. A place that keeps the radiation down more. A lot of theses stuff use to not exist in the infirmary. It was more medieval style. Once Jason got here he took money from his personal account and adapted it to the twenty-first century. A lot more hygienic and safer methods. Everything was state of the art. The infirmary, after all, was Jasons baby. He walked over to the desk right near the front door and waited for his patient.

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words: 477
notes: Edmund!

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Edmund Simons hated the infirmary. The hate mostly came from the fear of needles, breathing masks, and getting strapped down. The whole month he had spent there because of the fire and then the few days that he was landed there because of his... incident. Fear from the fire month and then hate from his incident. Everyone had thought he was crazy, but they were the ones being crazy. No one would give him a straight answer. He subconsciously pulled his left sleeve down. After a few months after his arrival (just in time for actual summer) Ed stopped wearing long sleeves and was able to pass his left arm scars off as his "initiative training" marks. No one knew where they had come from. No one except him. And he was keeping it that way forever. The prominent burn marks that covered half the back of his legs were a bit harder to pass as nothing. Thankfully though, they were almost always covered by armor and/or long pants.

Truth be told, Ed hadn't faced the infirmary since coming into Camp for initial inspection. He had been so shaken up from Lupa and all the information they were giving him, that he hadn't exactly been in his right mind. Or maybe he had been freaking out and people just took it that he was shaken up from before mentioned. After that one time, he made sure to stay far away from it. It reminded him too much of the hospital. Whenever he had gotten hurt in training, he always just brushed it off. He probably had more scars than necessary because of it, but whatever. At least he wouldn't need to go into the torture chamber. Besides, if Campers went in for every wound they got while fight training, the infirmary would always be full. At any rate, Edmund didn't think that the infirmary took in minor fight wounds. Too many of those a day.

0800. Edmund stood outside of the infirmary, dreading going in. Kyoto nearly forced him here. It was probably either go in here, or get pulled from the ranks and fighting. He'd never hear the end of it from the Camp. He had to keep training to stay sane. His want to keep fighting landed at the entrance of the infirmary. Edmund swallowed slightly and stared at the door for what seemed like forever. He couldn't do this... couldn't do this. Not put himself willingly into this place. It was either walk away and potentially get pulled from fighting or suck it up, go in, internally freak out, and get it over with. Finally, he did the Roman thing. Before he could think it through anymore, he made all the emotion drop off his face even though he was close to hyperventilating, walked up to the door, and opened it. This was going to be a long morning.

OOC: Let the fun begin
IC: 498

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At the sound of an opening door Jason glanced up from his book. While waiting he had pulled out a copy of "The Crucible" and began reading it. Those Salem witch trials were something else, that was for sure. Jason wondered that if in history people who were supposedly "witches" were actually demi-gods. That would explain some of the unexplained. Did past demi-gods even have a place to learn and train before Camp Jupiter? It would make sense if they did, but it would also make sense if they didn't. Sure, there might have been one in the Roman times, back when the gods were all so big and famous. However, as time went on they were less known. Who knew when the next opportunity to train actually came about for demigods.

Jason set his book down and walked over to the entering Edmund, file in hand. He stopped in front of the younger boy. He opened the anorexic file to reread the one individual report. Jason cleared his throat. "So, Edmund Simons legionnaire of the first cohort. It seems as though you are behind on your medical examinations. If you would follow me to the patient room then we can began. Cooperate and you wont be here long." Jason said in a very serious tone. He led Ed along a short hallway to the patient room 1A. It was simple exam room, which already had the tools set out.

Jason scratched the back of his head before waving his hand over to the little patient bed. "So, you can sit up there." Jason stated as he walked over to the in room sink to wash his hands. As the warm water cleaned the soap off of his hands Jason wondered how to best approach Ed. The main priority was to make sure all the animal switching hasn't ruined any internal organs. Yet, as a worker at the infirmary he had to update the evaluation sheets. As his hands finished getting washed he turned the knob off and dried his hands off.

Jason opened the file on the counter next to the sink. He looked at Ed with a smile. "So, the rundown is is that I have to examine and make sure that all your internal organs haven't been corrupted. I also have to do an evaluation of your health to update your insufficient records. First, we will take care of the animal situation. At the present moment how many times have you been transformed into an animal?" Jason asked as he sat on the doctor stool which had attached wheels. It was one of his favorite pieces of furniture he had ever had in his life.

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From the moment he opened the door, Edmund knew that it was a mistake coming in here. The place might as well have had "trigger" written all over it. From the desk, to Kyoto's lab coat, to his file, to all the instruments hanging up along the wall. Even the smell. Nothing was more nauseating to him than a hospital's smell. It was all sticky and sweet and antiseptic and gross from only gods knew what. He was fine. He wasn't sick. He wasn't crazy. Sure, he got sick every once and a while, but that was to be expected here. Cold weather, hot weather, downed immune system from fighting all the time. His eyes darted around the room. Ed could and would stay calm... for the most part. He'd make himself stay calm, especially in front of Kyoto. Already though, his mind was jumping to: how long is this going to take?

His file was really skinny. As in: a folder and a sheet of paper skinny. "That'd be me," he muttered. Behind on his exams... he hadn't been when he was nine. That hospital had a folder full on him. He had probably gotten every childhood shot in existence. He gave him a wary look as Jason told him to follow and grudgingly did so: down a hallway and into torture room. Dejavu... The demigod boy gave his eyes a slight roll. Yeah yeah, cooperate. All Ed wanted was to get out, so he would. Just this once. His eyes briefly glimpsed the room 1A plate near the door frame before entering the room. Exam table, medical instruments. More triggers. Great. Ed felt himself tensing up slightly and he tried to relax, along with trying to avoid looking at all the instruments lined up along the wall and on the table. This place was too modern for this sort of place. Couldn't Jason just give him an ambrosia stick and call it a day?

Edmund quietly sat up on the table, still doing his best not to look at anything. He half shut his eyes as Jason turned around and the water started running. Quiet voices. Things he didn't understand when he was little: "It's completely destroyed and it's not coming back... yes, it's called a skin graft. Quite common with 3rd degree burn patients. No, no... that's not necessary. He'll keep his legs. He'll be able to walk and run eventually, but it needs surgery, time, and a lot of pain killers." His brown eyes flickered open almost mechanically. At least now he knew what they had been talking about. He had gotten the skin graft... and for years, he hated how his skin looked from it. Still did: all discolored and red from his normal skin. They made the burn look kind on Zuko's face. The real thing looked horrible and disgustingly ugly.

He just nodded as Jason ran down the to do list. Ed was dreading all of it. Evaluating his health in general and evaluating his health on accounts that he had been turned into animals. Double the time here or more. He swallowed slightly and started counting in his head. "Seven," he finally said, making his face blank and his voice drop into a monotone. "A boar piglet, jackalope, kitten, meercat, penguin chick, blood hound puppy, and red panda."

OOC: Awww lol xD
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Seven animals? The Gods must have something out for the kid. Jason whistled slightly. "That must have caused some internal damage. I think you are starting to hold the record on that Edmund." Jason said as he scribbled the list of animals into the file sheet in Eds file. He noticed that all the animals were baby forms, well, maybe the jackalope wasn't. However, there really was no way of determining that since jackalopes are still rumored to have been a myth. "I wonder why they are all the baby forms of the animals. Don't the Gods know that you are..." Jason said as he glanced at the information of Edmund. He was sixteen. "Don't they know you are sixteen?" Jason asked as he tried to make connections in his brain. It was such a random assortment of animals though that all he was pulling was a blank.

Jason stood up from his stool. "Okay, I need you take off your shirt. I will be feeling the exterior to see if you experience any pain on the outside of where organs are. It will go quickly if you co-operate. If there is any pain then I will have to scan the area and analyze it for any damage." Jason said as he walked over to the counter and grabbed two plastic gloves. As he put them on her thought to himself. He knew Ed would not want to be touched. Yet, this was the only way to help him. Hopefully Ed would realize that and not try to fight. Jason was in an all help mode today. He didn't dare to make jest or point jabs at anyone, not in the infirmary. Here he acted like a good doctor should.

He turned to look at Ed. "Remember, I have to follow doctor patient confidentiality. Nothing we say or witness will leave this room unless you want it to." Jason said in hopes of Edmund aware that Jason was not going to try to hurt him or laugh at him. He had a feeling that the kids was stressed. Granted, not a lot of people like doctor offices. He had witnessed plenty of campers not wanting to go in the infirmary. Some had to be brought in with force to make their appointments. It was actually very curious to Jason how Ed had refrained to not show up all these years. Then again, not a lot of people took notice of him probably. I guess the prior medical staff had the same viewpoint. Such a shame, as a doctor your goal was to make sure the legion was in working order with no ailments. Yet, you were also suppose to care about the campers well being. You couldn't hope of getting into medicine without having some compassion.

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notes: Stupid short replies. The muse is not strong with this one *points at self* [/quote][/quote]

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Gods turning Ed into animals was not helping their case. They were in bad standings as it was and all these animal transformations were just digging them into a deeper and deeper hole of dislike. The sixteen year old ground his teeth slightly. Potential internal damage. From getting turned into animals. He could see the logic in that. He just really, really hoped he didn't have any. As in... really, really, really, really hoped he didn't. He wasn't afraid of dying from internal damage. No. That would be what normal people were afraid of. Him? He was afraid of Jason coming at him with a scalpel and IV needle. Edmund half nodded. Demigod record for number of animal transformations. Kind of like in the book series Animorphs. Only he stayed in animal for hours (mostly 24 at a time) and couldn't change in and out of will. It was more like one man, one animal at a time, zoo. He gave a slight shrug, not exactly trusting himself to start talking. Maybe the gods were turning him to baby forms so he'd be more vulnerable. Things that would make people want to coddle, cuddle, and pet him; things that would make half the camp go "aww" and want to help him. Exactly the opposite of what Ed wanted.

Take off the shirt. Great. He was armorless and weaponless too. He caught most of what Jason was saying. The rest was lost. His brain was either choosing for him to have selective hearing or he was getting so worked up that he was actually staring to make himself zone out. It was just so he could see if pressing externally hurt anything internally. Not to put on the sticky pads for an EKG. Do it and he could go faster. Fair enough. He'd do it if it meant getting out of here, even though physical contact out of the training rink usually resulted in an attempt at him trying to amputate the offending hand. Ed took the long sleeved shirt off. It was the usual on his arms: SPQR, six bars, Vulcan's symbol, and then lots of scarring. At least his first, un-legion acquired scar could semi blend in. He had been lucky enough not to get hit fatally fatally in training. In part why he had never swung by the infirmary. Okay... maybe he had once... or twice, and had been able to narrowly avoid getting sent in. That was half the reason he fought so hard: to make sure he wouldn't get landed in the infirmary. Most of his accumulated training wounds weren't even considered serious enough for the sick bay. All the better for him.

At the mention of doctor patient confidentially, Edmund just gave an automatic head nod. That's what the other one had said too. It's what they all said. Just around the time that Ed gave up talking for nearly a year. It was almost kind of annoying. How Jason had dragged him here. Edmund's method had kind of been: "they told me to come, I didn't, didn't seem like they cared, they didn't hunt me down, so whatever. I don't have to go!" It had worked... until today that was. Exactly why being a selective mute would have been more effective. People hadn't started noticing him until he had started talking a bit more than usual. Now, all of the sudden, more people were taking an interest in him (some good, some bad, but interest none the less). Also the exact opposite of what he wanted.

OOC: Aww <3 *snuggles* It's okay
And I'm sorry... Ed's just... not talking >.>
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Once Ed raised his shirt Jason raised an eyebrow at the healing scar tissue. True, most have started to blend in with the skin. To an untrained medical eye they probably wouldn't have been obvious. However, to Jason he spotted them. He wasn't going to ask about them unless it pertained to the current situation. Jason approached Ed and started to feel along the exterior of his chest and sides. Any wincing or yelp would result in having to get a test done. So far nothing seemed abnormal. Yet when he reached the rib cage he noticed something. He couldn't tell what it was but he knew it wasn't broken. If he had to guess it would seem as though some of the ribs were smaller then normal. It was probably due to him being changed into such small animals. Jason furrowed his brow. How could this get treated? Nothing that he could do today, that was for sure. Perhaps some extra ambrosia would grow it out to normal size, it would take time though. A month or two at the most.

Jason backed away from Ed. He knew the kid didn't like physical contact so Jason wasn't going to invade his bubble for any longer then was necessary. He walked over to Edmunds file and jotted down some stuff. "So did you feel any pain at any of the spots I touched earlier?" Jason asked as he continued to write notes into the file. He would defiantly have to prescribe some ambrosia sticks and a bi-weekly appointment to check the progress. If that wasn't helping it would have to be surgery and Jason would have to remove the rib and replace it. That was a route that Jason really didn't want to take. He highly doubted that Ed would want that either.

Jason opened on of the cabinets on the counter and pulled out a bag full of ambrosia. He counted out enough for two weeks and placed it in another bag. He wrote "take one once a day for two weeks." He wasn't allowed to give out more than two weeks, hence why Ed would have to make those bi-weekly appointments. "Okay, I noticed some of the rib bones were smaller then average. Nothing in your file mentions that you were born with an irregular bone structure. I am prescribing you some ambrosia to take once a day for two weeks. You are actually going to have to take them for about two months so you are going to have to stop by every other week for a refill and update on the bone. If we don't see any improvement within that time we will have to admit you into surgery. So let's hope that the ambrosia fixes that bone." Jason said with a hopeful smile. Step one was complete, now for the normal checkup.

"Okay, now I have to do the basics for the normal checkup. Heart rate, blood pressure, you know all that." Jason said as he grabbed his stethoscope off the hook. "Ya know Ed. You're doing such a good job you might get a sticker at the end of this." Jason said with a light laugh in hopes of possibly making Ed feel more comfortable in the patient room.

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Arm scars were usual at the Legion, right? Okay, maybe a chest and a slight stomach one not so much. They could have been treated with ambrosia, but Edmund (being Edmund) made it slide. So, instead of instant healing via a quick trip to the infirmary, Ed got a month of pains and a scar. At least he didn't need to go into the sick bay. It was what ever now, he was still standing, breathing, forging, and fighting, and that was all that mattered to him. Besides, none of his previously gained scars were going to help him or hurt him in this exam. None of them came from getting turned into an animal. Heck, he didn't think any of his scars did transfer into his animals. If they had... the animals would have probably had bald or discolored spots on their hind legs. Then came the actual exam. Ed semi moved away at the initial physical contact, but after that, made himself stay still. All he needed to do was keep breathing and not freak out... Breathe and don't freak out. It'll be over soon. Back to trying to convince himself of things.

Immediately after Jason was done, he backed off. Ed had to be kind of grateful for that. He let himself relax a centimeter in the "not going to be touched" again area. Edmund shook his head. He half opened his mouth, trusting himself to talk only in the slightest. "No," he grumbled, just to reiterate. Honestly, nothing had hurt. As Jason had said, it hadn't taken too long; except for his ribs... He heard Jason writing something down, but still tried to avoid looking at him and every other instrument in the room. Gods how this place terrified him. He knew it shouldn't have. He was a Roman for gods sakes. Getting a knife pointed at his chest or throat he could live though without as much as blinking, but the infirmary? It was like his first week in the forge all over again.

Ed's ears picked up the sound of a cabinet opening. So either Jason found something he didn't like, or he was getting... a mask... or...something... Most likely he found something that he didn't like. Whyyyyy?! Okay, so Ed knew he was acting like a complete little kid but he didn't care. He did not want to be here. Oh great. Stupid gods messed up his ribs. The ambrosia thing for two months he could handle. It was the second and third thing that he hated to think about. "I have to come back here..." he said tonelessly. Spectacular. And if it didn't go right... another surgery to replace something else in his body. Freaking fantastic. At least he wouldn't need to go through the skin graft process again. "Fine," he grumbled. Yeah... he was really hoping that ambrosia would be enough for the ribs too.

He gave a slight nod. Did he ever know "all that". The first time he woke up, they'd do the "normal check up" and change his bandages every like... five hours, even if that meant at 3 AM in the morning. They said he could get pneumonia or something like that. Nightmares, plus continuous beeping right near his head pretty much made him stay up, so it wasn't like he had any sense of time anyway. And off came the instruments on the walls. This was going to be fun. On normal circumstances, Edmund would have probably said something to Jason about his comment, but the only thing that was in character of him and that he was able to do was roll his eyes.

OOC: Possibility of making him feel more comfortable: .000000000001%
Make him have the surgery. (....I'm horrible to him ._.)
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Jason shook his head. He thought antisocial people were just bi babies who needed to get over themselves. However, he was not in the mood to go about making snide comments at his patients, he had more dignity then that. Jason scribbled down more notes. Okay, so Ed hadn't felt any pain. That was good. Perhaps that meant there was no risk of having to go into surgery. Jason would not have been a fan if he had to perform the surgery. It's not that he didn't feel confident about performing the surgery. He was in fact one hundred percent sure that he could perform it with no complications. He was really a master when it came to medical care. So it wasn't doubt, it was just the nervousness of if he would have to do it. He hadn't performed a surgery since the battle last summer. In Jasons mind he had performed enough for his lifetime. Though, that was probably not going to be true. If a camper came in here and absolutely needed a surgery Jason would perform it. He just wouldn't like doing it at the same time.

"Well no pains means no extra tests. I bet that makes you a happy camper." Jason replied with a smirk. He leaned against the counter top as he adjusted the stethoscope. "Don't worry. When you come back it'll mainly be questions and I would have to check the rib again. Other then that you are free to continue everything else normally." Jason said as he placed the ear buds into his ears. "Now time for the normal camper check up, which you have neglected." Jason said as he approached the son of Vulcan.

"Since it has been awhile I'll talk you through it. Remember, the faster I can get this done then the faster you are free to go." Jason stated. He grabbed the bottom of the stethoscope with the metal bottom. "First I will check your heart beat and breathing. Every time I place the stethoscope on your chest and back I want you to take a deep breath."

He cautiously placed the cold metal on Edmund "And, deep breath." He moved the stethscope to another place. "Again." Jason said as he moved again. "Again." Jason said as he moved it one last time. "Once more." Jason said as he finished checking Eds breathing. It sounded almost normal. Except there was a slight abnormality about it, like the lungs had been exposed to a smoke substance. He scribbled notes into the file he had brought over with him. "Did you live with a smoke before coming to camp? Your lungs sound like they have previous exposure to a lot of smoke." Jason said as he analyzed the written notes.

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No more "potential things wrong with you because of all the animal transformations". SCORE. At least his organs hadn't been twisted or whatever Kyoto had been searching for. Bad news? His ribs. Now he had to wait two months in suspense: not knowing if he'd have to have another surgery or not. That was not going to be fun. At least the skin graft and arm stitches had been mandatory and quick. He didn't even know what had happened or why they had done it until it was over and he was back in the recovery room. At least Jason wasn't shooting jibes on how Edmund was being quieter, more cooperative, and a more subdued than usual. Maybe Ed wasn't the only one who semi freaked when the word "infirmary" was even mentioned. But him being the odd one out, he probably was. He hated people knowing his fears, especially since this was the Legion, but whatever. Everyone had a fear. He was no different. Ed knew the whole: conquer the fear before it conquers you spiel, but he didn't care. He was far, far, far from conquering his infirmary fear; he most certainly didn't see it happening today.

Edmund gave a slight nod. Well good. It wasn't like Charlie would excuse him from cohort training from a shrunken rib. Besides, he wouldn't want to stop training just because of that. He had fought through much worse. "Okay," Ed grumbled in a grudging agreement. At least they wouldn't need to do the check ups over. He still couldn't believe that the medical examiners before Jason would just let him walk without one. All the more reason to not like Jason. He had forced Ed to come here. The sixteen year old had been neglecting check ups and had been living fine without them for six years. Now, thanks to the freaking gods and him getting attention that he oh-so-despised, he was having a six years late visit. A slight scowl flashed across his face as Jason brought up the normal check up. Once again, cooperation to go faster. Fine by him. He remembered similar talk throughs from his month at the hospital. "I know what it is and what it does," he grumbled in a slight snap.

He tensed slightly as the cold metal disk touched his chest, but then listened to Jason's cues and breathed. At least it wasn't those sticky EKG stickers... they were so uncomfortable. Live with a smoker? Absolutely not. His parents never smoked... although he wasn't quite sure about Emalia. For the first time, Edmund blinked and was able to look at Jason in the eye, trying to ignore all the instruments on the wall and his lab coat. Previous exposure to smoke? How stupid could this son of Apollo get. "I spend half my time in the forge you idiot." He immediately dropped his gaze after. He was being accurate. He wasn't lying, but he was also withholding. The forge could count for the smoke, but so could his house fire. He had inhaled a lot of smoke there. As in... a really unhealthy amount. At least in the forge it was semi ventilated and kind of well tunneled out through the chimney systems. Emalia said he had been out for days and had never filled him in. All Ed remembered was waking up with an air mask which was the supposed "last stage" or whatever. What they had done to him while he was unconscious, he still had no idea.

OOC: It's a total myyyyyssssterrrryyyy o.o
Just For Info: While Ed was unconscious he had to have intubation.
Dear gods I'm being so mean to him tonight ._.
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It was either nothing or an attitude with Ed. It was annoying to Jason. Heck, the records said Ed hadn't been seen from any medical personnel. How was he suppose to know what Ed remembered or not concerning medical equipment. He couldn't even mumble a thank you. The ungrateful little swine, no joke intended, okay, that was joke. Still, even if he was emotionless you'd think he would have the simple knowledge to mutter a thank you every once in awhile. Jason mentally kicked himself though. He was an idiot. It clearly said in the file, which he was looking at, that Edmund was a son of Vulcan. Of course his lungs looked the way they did. "Right. Sorry. My mistake." Jason said as he furiously scribbled out some of his notes. So much for being a seasoned medical assistant in the infirmary. Simple mistakes like that bugged him all the time when the newbies did it. Then he goes and does it. He is probably going to be ticked at himself all day. Way to go Jason.

Jason grabbed the blood pressure cuff and readjusted the stethoscope. "So, Mr. Smarty Pants. I don't need to tell you what I am doing now do I?" Jason said as he placed the cuff around Edmunds right arm. He made sure it was on correctly. He pressed the stethoscope slightly under the bottom of the cuff so that it was in the crook of the arm. Then he began to puff up the cuff with the little squeezer. Once it hit a certain pressure Jason locked it in place and watched the clock for a minute while silently counting the number of beats the resonated into the stethoscope.

Once the minute had passed Jason released the pressured air in the cuff and took it off Edmund and let it rest on the hook on the wall. He took the stethoscope out of his ears and jotted down Edmunds blood pressure and heart rate. At least that seemed to be in perfect health. "Blood pressure and heart rate are normal. Next I have to check you eyes and ears and we will end with hitting your knee with a blunt object to test your reflexes." Jason said with a little jest as he referred to the reflex hammer. Which was just a tiny little instrument that, if hit in the right spot, was suppose to make the leg kick out as it answers its reflexes.

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notes: Gah, short post. Sorry if it's not enough to work with

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It was pretty much impossible for Edmund to forget the medical instruments and what they did unless someone gave him a memory wipe. Years of check ups as a kid and then hospitalization for a month pretty much engraved the names and functions into the boy's mind, even though hadn't been used for a while: stethoscope, sphygmomanometer (which he could never pronounce properly), otoscope, and plessor. Those were the simple check up instruments. Yep. All still there lurking in his brain, even though he'd love to forget them. At Jason backtracking and erasing the smoke being a problem in his lungs, Edmund slowly breathed out in semi relief. Thank the gods the son of Apollo bought that. This had to be the one and only time where he was semi okay with being "a child of Vulcan'": he could use the forge as an excuse for the smoke in his lungs. No further digging had to be done. It would be attributed to the obvious condition of the forge.

Out of his peripheral vision, Edmund saw Jason grab the blood pressure cuff. That was always next. "No," he said flatly, choosing to ignore (only this once) that Jason had called him out with a name. Then again, even if he had been himself, he probably wouldn't have done anything but glare. Besides, it wasn't endorsing; not worth wasting his breath. The offenders of calling him an endorsing name usually got Ed's "shut up" attitude. Ed watched Jason wrap the cuff around him warily. He tensed at first from the touch but then forced himself to relax. To distract himself from feeling the tightening around his arm (which reminded him of getting strapped to the bed), he reviewed in his head what he wouldn't say out loud: the correct medical term was a sphygmomanometer and it measured blood pressure; when he was ten years old, a healthy reading would be around 117/79. Jason didn't need to know that Ed knew the specifics.

It lasted so long. Edmund forced himself to keep breathing, barely able took at anything but the cuff and just waiting for it to be over. The cuff was finally removed and Ed could semi relax again. Actually breathe. Nothing restraining on his arm again. He gave a slight nod of acknowledgement as Jason said that his blood pressure and heart rate were good. Well yippie. At least something about him, no matter how minor, was normal-ish. He didn't even know what normal was anymore. How could be? He was a demigod, surrounded by other demigods, in a camp, in California, with a world full of gods around him. Normal. Sure. No such word. Edmund gave another blank nod as Jason talked him through the end procedures. Ears and eyes. He wasn't going to enjoy that. Hammer to the knee? Fine. Go for it. He got hammered everywhere because of training. Metal object poking into his ear? Not as fine. It was going to receive that a bit less gracefully.

OOC: It was plenty <3
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It was too quiet in the room. It made the ADHD in Jason just want to act up even more. Couldn't this kid just do nervous chatter like normal people? No. Well, that sucked. Jason held a stern face as he went and grabbed the otoscope and pulled out a black cone for the top of it. He didn't know whether to insult Eds intelligence even further or to just ram the instrument into his ear unannounced. The latter was funnier to Jason but he had to be neutral and do what was right for his patient. No matter how much of an antisocial twerp he was.

"Alright, time to check those ears of yours." Jason said as he shoved the instrument lightly into Edmunds right ear. The canal seemed to be alright. He doubted Edmund spent much time in the baths because he didn't have a swimmers ear, which was one of the more common ailments at camp. He took the otoscope out of Eds ear and went to the other side of him. Then he casually rammed it into his left ear. Again, no sign of any damage or ailments. Jason half expected something to be wrong with his ears. He figured the forge was a really noisy and dirty place. Ed had to have an infection somewhere because of that musty place. Right?

Jason sat in his wheeled doctor stool. His ADHD wanted him to just sit there and spin. This is what silence did to him. It made him want to act like a three year old and scream yay as he spun in a never ending circle. Luckily for him he was able to contain this urge of spinning. "Your ears are healthy. I thought the forge would have messed them up to be honest." Jason said as he jotted down in the file.

He stood back up and took the black cone of the octoscope and threw it into the waste basket. Then he flashed the light into Eds right eye. The dilation happened right on cue. Then the left eye, again a good dilation. "Healthy eyes too. I suspected you to have good eyes. Must need them to see the intricate work you do." Jason said as he put the octoscope away. He again jotted in some notes. Finally it was time for the last test of the check-up, the reflex test. Jason walked over to the cabinet and opened the doors. He searched for the instrument. He moved stuff around and checked under papers. Where was the darn plexor? Jason groaned as he closed the door. He would have to go and borrow one from another patient room. "Okay, I have to go get the instrument that checks your reflexes. Just, stay here. It'll be a sec." Jason said as he walked out the door.

outfit: camp shirt with jeans and a medical coat over it
words: 528
notes: stupid Ed and his one word, it makes Jason nervous

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Edmund was probably the quieter type on principle. Add in the fact that he was in the infirmary... he was near untalkative. Other people would start talking more because of nerves, but not him. His nerves started out, he shut down. Ed had managed to live near a whole year in almost total silence, so the quietness didn't bother him. It kind of calmed his ADHD honestly. It was sound that would make him hyper active; it registered as too much activity and made it would feel like he had to some how react to everything. Yup, silence was better than noise in his book. His side vision picked up Jason taking the orthoscope down. He hated getting that thing rammed in his ears. He also didn't like seeing his own eye when the beam hit it. It was downright creepy.

Great. Of course Jason chose to do his ears first. Ed would rather see his eyeball than have something rammed into his ear. He flinched in the slightest when the instrument entered his ear, but then stayed still, waiting for it to be over. Wasn't that the case for everything that Jason had done to him thus far? After both ears were done, Jason didn't say that there was anything wrong. As a matter of fact, he said that they were healthy. Score. So far the normal check up procedure was going along with no complications. Ed voted it stay that way: uneventful. He gave a semi shrug; so far, nothing in the forge seemed to warrant him getting a hearing problem. In fact, the loudest things he had ever heard were probably his ceiling caving in, fireworks, or Charlie screaming at the cohort. Nothing that he could blame the forge for except being a semi relaxing technique.

Off went the disposable black cone. Eyes next. Before he could prepare himself, he had automatically looked up as Jason got closer to him. He caught a glimpse of all the medical instruments before being shot in the eye with the beam of light. It was over before he could be able to freak out, which was probably a good thing. He blinked automatically, the bright light creating a patch of darkness that started to drift away, only to come back as soon as he blinked again. Those things always annoyed him. They drove him crazy when someone took multiple pictures with the flash on. Ed semi nodded again as Jason said his eyes were good too. So, the only thing that was wrong with him was a shrunken rib. He was pretty sure that he'd get a good result on the reflex test. STUPID GODS.

He sat there, once again looking at his knees so he wouldn't have to see the wall of instruments. After a few seconds of Jason opening and closing cabinet doors, he heard that he had to get another one from a separate room. Retreating footsteps... and Edmund was alone in the room. Alone in an exam room. He started to slightly sway forwards and back; his started feet swinging like a little kid, lightly hitting the bottom of the bed. Alone in here.... Edmund glanced at the door. Oh the options... A) Trash the room B) Run out of this place C) Just sit here and wait like a good little patient. He weighed his options. A) Jason would probably try to kill him [besides, Ed couldn't look at the tools, much less handle them] B) They'd drag him back here and MAKE sure he couldn't leave [which would not help his situation or C) Wait here and risk panic attacking. In the end, Edmund chose C: trying not to hyperventilate, and still swaying, he waited for Jason to come back. It was probably better int he long run, anyway.

OOC: xDD Stupid Ed and his silence this post haha
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Jason walked into the hallway of the infirmary. Which room would hold a spare plexor? He walked to the room to the right. It was empty, like most patient rooms were. Usually campers were in the overnight ward of the infirmary, thats really the only reason they would come in is if they had a serious ailment that would cause them to spend a night on bed rest. Also it wasn't the normal season for check-ups. Most of the campers flocked in for checkups in the summer in hopes of escaping the summer heat a bit. Jason eased into the room. He opened the cabinets and checked them. Luckily this room was stock with all the medical equipment. Probably because this room wasn't the one most commonly used during this time of year. Therefore, since it wasn't getting used all of its instruments were just waiting to be used.

Jason grabbed the plexor as well as some extra medical supplies that he was missing in the previous patient room. He held the supplied and exited the room, closing the door behind him. He walked down the short distance to get back to the room which held Ed inside. At least, Jason still hoped Ed was inside. He hoped Ed didn't take the chance to run away. Jason couldn't figure out why he would though. He had promised Ed a quick exam and then he could be free to go, of course that was if he didn't throw a temper tantrum about being here. So far Ed was being good, which made Jason a bit happy. He wasn't going to be forced to use his new tranquilizer serum on the kid. Jason entered back into the patient room and was greeted by a swaying Ed.

Jason dropped the equipment on the counter of the room. He raised an eyebrow as he watched Ed sway for a moment and kick his feet back and forth. He was acting like a little kid. Why though? Jason had left him alone. He expected the room to be vandalized at the least. Nope, Ed was still sitting where Jason had left him. Sitting and swaying. Jason audibly cleared his throat with a cough.

He picked up the plexor and expected it. "So, final test. Let's see how those Roman reflexes are." Jason said as he walked over to Ed. "Remember, this is not a free opportunity to kick me." Jason said the sarcasm. He didn't expect Ed to pull a stunt like that anyway. Jason hit the plexor the sensory area of Eds kneecap and waited for the reflex before going to the other kneecap.

outfit: camp shirt with jeans and a medical coat over it
words: 495
notes: sorry for the shorter post. Not much I was really able to say XD