Animals and Organs {Edmund}

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Edmund had kind of mentally prepared for getting put into a room like this. Mentally prepared himself for all the potential triggers that were everywhere. He obviously hadn't done such a great job since he couldn't even look at anything except his pants, but whatever. What he hadn't prepared himself for was Jason leaving. It was kind of weird. He could kind of cope if another person was there to do tests on him and semi keep his mind off of things. True, them doing the tests could send him into a panic, but at least the person had the semi redeeming quality of distracting him. When he was alone though, he was with nothing but his thoughts. He could block them well everywhere else... but here. Yeah, he was horrible. Some Roman solider he was. Afraid of the healing dock. And sometimes the forge. His own supposed element because of his "godly parent".

He kept swaying: back and forth, back and forth. There was even an odd, familiar rhythm to it. Ed felt like a little kid, but he didn't really care at that point. He was trying to find a coping method and right now giving into his nerves and ADHD: swaying and kicking seemed to work. I can't stay in here... I can't stay in here... I'm not crazy... I'm not crazy... I need to find them. At least here they didn't pin him down here. He moved his arms just to make sure. He touched his right thumb to his pointer finger. Yep, he still had his nails... His dark brown eyes drifted towards the door again, half reconsidering before permanently trying to erase the idea from his mind. If he did that, Jason would hunt him down again. Edmund could see the older son of Apollo using a tranquilizing dart on him if he ran for it, or even worse, pinning him. The doctors at the hospital certainly didn't have any problems doing it; Edmund hadn't even been running when they did.

Off in his own little coping world, Edmund didn't even notice that Jason was back. He was starting to feel dizzy and starting to feel his heart beat through his ears. This... is not good, he dimly thought, blinking as small dots started to appear in his vision. Why isn't he back yet? He unconsciously rubbed his left arm. Good... it wasn't pinned to the bed... yet. Now he had to leave before they shot him with something... A cough managed to break its way through Ed's shell of isolation. For the second time, he looked up; his dark brown eyes seemingly looking straight through the older boy with a semi lost expression. Okay... good someone was back... Edmund forced his legs into stillness again. He couldn't come back here every week if this was going to happen to him every time he stepped foot in here... His eyes trailed over Jason's face for a moment before dropping back to his own legs. That's when he fully realized who was back in the room with him.

Mental shake time. You're a Roman solider damn it, suck it up.... After a moment, his eyes sharpened and then his face melted back into its usual emotionless, cold expression. How could he have been so stupid? "I wish," Edmund said, a slight growl tinging his monotonous voice. Ed didn't mind getting hit with the hammer. He was used to that sort of abusive hitting from training, so Jason's hand wasn't getting hacked off for that. His both of his legs responded immediately after the tap. The lower part of his legs didn't register his leg gently colliding with the table after the reflex kick, but his upper leg and heel told him that he had (once again) kicked the sitting table. "Can I go now?"

OOC: ....I hope I wrote that right >.<
IC: 661

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The blonde rolled his eyes at Edmunds tone. You would think the kid would be somewhat appreciate that he was being patient with him. Then again, Ed could hate Jason too. Jason got the feeling the infirmary was not Eds cup of tea. But, Jason figured Ed should be slightly relieved that he was the one checking Ed out, not someone else. Any of the other staff here would probably gladly sit back in a chair and watch the poor kid suffer while sipping some tea. The thought was disgusting. In Jasons mind all patients should be treated fairly and equally with no unjust put against them. That was of course peaceful thinking, something that may only be found in a utopia.

He just kept silent to Ed though. Why was he even trying to converse with him if all he was going to get was a snide reply. It took too much energy to try to converse with him, especially knowing that Jason would get no where with the lad. It was a loss cause.

Upon seeing both legs react to the hit well Jason let a smirk cross his face. Perhaps that was because Ed kept kicking the table beneath him. It was a childish thing to do, though, even Jason had to admit it was tough to not kick the table. Well, these tests proved it. Ed is human, in case anyone was wondering, which Jason did have his doubts for a little bit of time. Jason wrote down the final details into Edmunds file.

At the question he glanced up. Well, Jason really didn't have any reason to keep him here. He had to sign a form though, that was about it. Oh, and promise to take his prescribed ambrosia and to come back for his follow up appointments. "I suppose you can go. But, before you leave I need you to sign this form." Jason said as he passed a clipboard with a medical form to Edmund. It had all the test results from today and Edmunds signature would verify that it was indeed Edmund who got checked out, not an impostor. "And while you are giving me your signature I need you to promise to take your ambrosia and to make your follow up appointment." Jason said in an authoritative voice. It was for Eds benefit. The more he cooperated with this the more chance he had at getting better, which would lower the risk of any potential surgery.

outfit: camp shirt with jeans and a medical coat over it
words: 458
notes: so I guess this thread is near to a close? [/quote]

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Ah, the sixteen year old was making the son of Apollo ticked. One of his many specialties. Edmund eventually ended up annoying everyone. It was just a fact of his personality; it was either the flat tone, the emotionless face, or the snippy attitude. Whichever it was, it worked and that was all he cared about. Yes, Edmund knew that he was being a grade A jerk to Jason. The older male could have made the infirmary visit a lot worse, intentionally or not. Thing was, Kyoto had actually been fair and Edmund was still being Edmund. Okay, so fine. Jason had decided to be semi nice to him. Cheers! Hooray! Praise the gods! Whatever. Ed gave him that, but he didn't exactly care how Jason was treating him at the moment. He wanted out. Now. Ed wasn't sure if he was getting the toned down version of Kyoto just because the older boy was trying to mend a fence or because he decided to shift into all professional Jason Kyoto M.D. while in the infirmary. Either way, it wasn't fazing Edmund to change his attitude.

If Jason wanted a nicer, subdued, less emotionless, basically out of character Edmund he'd either have to a) tranquilize him b) give him happy pills [as if such a thing existed] or c) get him drunk. Knowing him, he'd probably accidentally OD on the stupid ambrosia sticks. He noted that Jason made no other attempt at a snap back reply. Good. He wouldn't have to deal with Jason talking and having to answer. If Kyoto hadn't caught on by now, it would be pretty sad: Edmund was a lost cause and he knew it. He knew it all too well. It had been the case when he was little and it certainly hadn't changed since.

Edmund eyed the clip board that Jason extended to him. Sign. Dear gods. He could be signing off on anything: agreeing that Charlie could kill him in his sleep, agreeing to come back for surgery... but right now, it seemed like the only way he was going to get out of here fast. "Fine," he grumbled grudgingly, taking the pen. His dark brown eyes shot down the page, the words swirling and sliding away from his vision (thank you ever so much near to useless dyslexia!). It looked safe enough. All he could distinguish was numbers and stupid doctor crap that he had seen all over the hospital when he had lived there. Ed signed the form and then slightly nodded. Take your medicine like a good boy! Cue eye roll. It was just like when he was in rehabilitation: Promise to do your exercises, don't over exert yourself, and show up for checkups! Ugh. "Yes," Edmund grudgingly agreed again. "To the best of my ability," he said with a slight eye roll. "Two weeks from now same time?" Couldn't they meet somewhere that wasn't the infirmary? Or even better! Edmund not need this at all!

OOC: I think so ^^ THIS HAS BEEN SO MUCH FUN!
Sorry for my lateness D:
IC: 509

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Jason watched as Ed signed the form. He was a bit surprised though. This entire check up had seemed to go smoothly, minus the fact that Jason walked in on a swaying Ed. Whatever that was about Jason didn't know. Besides, it was not his position to ask about it anyway. While Ed signed Jason tore off the medical gloves. His hands were a bit sweaty from then. That was always a downside when wearing those plastic gloves. If you had them on for more then five minutes you were doomed to have sweaty hands. He rubbed the sweat off his hands and onto his pants. Then grabbed the form once Ed was done signing. Jason reread through it. Everything seemed to have been accounted for, that was good.

At the comment about the medicine, which was followed by an eye roll, Jason looked at Ed. "I'm serious Ed. Unless you want surgery you need to take your medicine. Should I inform your centurions of your new daily regime?" Jason asked. He would hope the centurions would find a way to get Ed to take his medicine. Suddenly a hilarious image flashed into his head of Charlie and Maddi holding Ed down and forcing him to take his medicine. Ed sure was lucky to have such feisty women as his centurions. "Your centurions." Jason thought allowed and then caught himself. "They are good and dependable and at least one of them is caring. You sure are a lucky legionnaire." Jason stated.

Jason nodded. Perhaps he was being cruel having Ed stop in every two weeks but in all honesty it was required. If Jason just said Bye to Edmund now and the kid left with all of his ambrosia it could get serious. Also, Jason suspected for some reason that Ed would rather sell his medicine then actually use it for its purpose. Romans and their black market. The Mercury kids were usually the cause but still, why? "Yes, in two weeks I expect to see your smiling face enter through those main doors and for you to be excited about your checkup." Jason said with a smirk. He knew that that wasn't going to happen. Edmund would probably come but with no hint of emotion just like always. Jason walked over to the cabinet for one last thing. He pulled out a piece of square paper which had a sticker of Winnie-the-Pooh on it holding a pink flower. Jason tore the sticker of the paper and planted it on Edmunds chest. "That is for your cooperation. You are free to go now." Jason said as he walked towards the door and opened it.

outfit: camp shirt with jeans and a medical coat over i
words: 497
notes: Jason...why are you such a goof ball

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Edmund considered his first time in a long time infirmary visit a success to a slight personal degree. He hadn't gone into a full out PTSD attack and didn't run out, even when he could have. Okay, fine. He had gone into a bit of a panic attack, but it could have been a lot worse. Jason could have pulled out a needle or IV bag. Edmund tried his best not to cringe as he heard the sound of the rubber gloves coming off. Seriously! What was his problem?! He wasn't sure how he'd deal with coming in every other week if this was going to happen to him every time. This place had to stop being a complete trigger house. The sixteen year old exhaled, regaining his composure while still gazing at his lap so he didn't have to see all the medical instruments.

He gave a curt nod. Ed could easily see that Kyoto was serious (for once), plus, he had even called him Ed instead of Eddie. Surgery was one of things that he wanted the least, so yeah, duh. He'd be vigilant about taking this medicine. The pain medication after the fire had been different. It had been optional. Since it hadn't been a matter of surgery, life, or death, and when left to his own devices, Edmund usually decided to skip the meds and suffer through it. He only took them when the pain became around Cruciartus Curse unbearable, or when forced to take them by Em or the doctors. It had been around a year of hell, but he deserved it. "No," he said shortly. The last thing he needed was for Petty and Jolly to get involved in this. That had been the problem at the hospital and then when he had gotten discharged. At first it had been the doctors and then when he got discharged, it had been Em. People around to force him into taking the medicine. His eyebrows raised slightly at Kyoto's shortly stopped sentence. His amended one just got an eye roll from Ed. He wasn't going to waste his breath or energy, or take up time, especially when he was so close to leaving.

Why couldn't Kyoto just give Ed all the ambrosia? It would mean less coming here. Less torture. Money meant near to nothing to him. The ambrosia getting stolen wasn't a big concern to him now either. He had a good lock system ever since the Mercury kid stole all his stuff from his footlocker. He couldn't care less about the clothes or the daggers. It was the black book that was now only openable by a voice recognition password that he didn't want anyone seeing. "Fine," Edmund said curtly. He didn't bother prolonging his answers. He was almost out of here. Then Kyoto decided to get one more torture object from the cabinet. All of the sudden, he saw Kyoto getting closer to him; something got pressed into his chest. Before he could look at what it was, his ears isolated 'You are free to go now' and the sound of the door opening. He moved as fast as he could and was out of there in ten seconds flat.

Once he was a few feet away, Edmund remembered his last curiosity: what had Kyoto done to his shirt? He looked down, seeing the childish sticker on his chest. He went to rip it off and tear it to pieces, but then hesitated. Instead, he walked towards the forest and entered. Jolly would probably be hunting him down in the forge for morning exercises, but be couldn't care less at this particular moment. After making sure no one else was around, or followed him in, he went to his grave site. A few seconds later, the stone was removed and Ed was staring a heap of planes. He took out his most recently finished plane and carefully removed the Winnie-the-Pooh sticker from his shirt. He looked at it for a moment before sticking it on the wing, his gaze semi softened. "Thought you'd enjoy it more, May," he said quietly.

OOC: LOL oh Jason...
I LOVED THE STICKER <33
IC: 705

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