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 Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 10:22 am
His cold eyes shifted over to where the voice had come from, across the room. He smirked slightly and moved his hands over the boy's thighs, giving them small squeezes to test the muscle tension. "Ah, then this could hurt a small but. I need you to remain still, and relax while I do this." He said, bringing a finger to the boy's puckered hole. He slowly pushed his index finger into the boy's tight rectum, searching for the small prostate about two inches down. When he found the bit of skin he pushed down on it and watched the boy's reactions, smirking a bit. He'd continue to press down, letting up every now and then, the other hand recording the information on the sheet resting on the clip-board. "You know, Fey, you're next..." He stated with a small chuckle, pulling his finger from inside the boy.
Deamoin removed the glove from his hand and replaced the latex glove with a new one, making sure he was somewhat clean. Next, his hand went to the boy's balls. He grinned and pushed his index finger into the sac, the squished them lightly together, feeling around. He nodded a few times in the process and wrote down a few more things. Once he had finished that his index finger and thumb slid up along the other's shaft, lightly at first, then more roughly. He finished this part a bit faster, needing a temperature check after. So, from the drawer he pulled out a thermometer and pushed into the pucker of the boy's hole, waiting for the Mercury inside to stop rising. When it did he pulled it from the boy's rectum and wrote the temperature down, standing up after. "Alright, sit up, please, and look up." He said with a small sincere smile, giving the smaller male a pat on the head for a good job.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 11:51 am
Gennady gasped as the other's finger went inside of him, blushing deeply and crying out very softly as his prostate was found and touched. One of the men he'd been with had found that spot before, and having it touched had always been...unpleasant for him. There was just...too much sensitivity, it overwhelmed him and felt almost painful.
After that was over, the...examination of his other parts didn't seem so bad, though he still felt embarrassed. The thermometer was cold and hard, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, sitting up and looking up at the doctor when it was done, as he was commanded, blushing again as he was patted on the head. "Is that...all, sir?" he asked quietly, feeling a bloom of fear as he looked at the doctor.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 12:57 pm
At hearing his name the black haired boy on the floor looked up and took a small sharp intake of breath. His eyes went wide and his cheeks flared red so fast that by all means he should have been dizzy. His eyes flicked from the Doctor to the boy on the table, then back to the Doctor before he grew such a thick sullen sulk that it was as if the cheerful amusement from before never was.
He felt like being insolent, up and telling him not to bother with a thermometer since his temperature was normally around a hundred twenty anyways..but he would wait. A small smirk passed over his lips for but a brief moment before it was gone again. He was told not to make any noise. And wouldn't it be out of turn to simply begin talking because he was flustered....? That sounded right to him, at least.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 1:39 pm
"Not exactly, little one." He said, his index and middle finger touching the side of the boy's neck, where the edge of his jaw touched the connecting part of the neck. He pulled his sleeve up on the opposite arm and found the pulse with the other. He slowly counted the heartbeats as thirty seconds passed. When it was over he bent down and lifted the clip-board, writing down the boy's pulse. "Open up." He stated while searching the drawer for a tongue depressor, and a elongated Q-tip like object. He was going to take a quick throat culture, and then glance around for any signs of conditions. "Have you ever had Scarlett Fever?" He questioned the boy, glancing at the other's tonsils, noticing a small bit of swelling in them. He sighed, thinking they'd have to come out, when he ran the end of the Q-tip over the slightly swollen tonsils. "Come here, Fey... I just have to check his lungs and it's your turn." He stated in a calm, distracted tone, not once glancing away from the boy's throat.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 1:49 pm
Shifting from his place on the floor to standing, Michael walked over to the table at the end furthest from the Doctor and the other boy. Of course that was childish; the distance wasn't going to keep it from happening, but it made him feel more comfortable. With a nervous tug at the front hem of his shirt as he pressed his lips together in one small tight line. Already he was feeling uneasy, stomach settling in a very unhappy way. No, this wasn't going to be fun at all.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 1:59 pm
Gennady sat patiently as his pulse was taken and the doctor looked in his mouth. He whimpered in pain a little as he opened his mouth wide. His throat had been a little sore lately, but he'd had bigger things to worry about and had tried to ignore it. "No," he said to the scarlet fever question, as well as he could with his tongue held down.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 2:23 pm
"Stand please." He said pulling the stethoscopes from under his blood stained lab coat. "Fey, remove your clothing and sit on the bed." He said to the boy, glancing at him while he knelt before the Luna boy. He pressed his index finger, and his middle finger under the second set of ribs on the boy's left back side. "Take a deep breath" He instructed while he placed the cold rounded bottom of the stethoscopes to the center of the boy's left lung. He placed both sides of the ear pieces in his own ears and listened to the boy breathe in and out, checking for pneumonia. He had not forgotten the girl, and she'd get her exam right after the Fey boy was finished, but hers would go a little different.
{As a small note, I'm leaving for dinner soon, so I won't post for a few hours.}
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 2:37 pm
He stood, letting the other check his breathing. "Is there...anything wrong with me, sir?" he asked sheepishly. He hoped the pain in his throat was just allergies or irritation from the shock he had experienced, going from his parents' country estate to the more-polluted air of the city where he had been until he came here. He didn't really want to think about what would happen if this man took it in his head to do any kind of truly invasive medicine. The blood on his coat was ample proof of what might happen in that case.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 2:50 pm
((See you when you get back, Asher~ ))
At first, Michael couldn't decide whether he should turn away or face the two as he took his clothes off. With a small dejected sigh he decided that it was probably no use doing either, and compromised so that his right side faced the two other males as he took his shoes and clothing off; Distracting himself with the making of a pile on the floor.
Once finished, his scar covered body was all but splayed out for anyone to see, his cheeks a dark ruddy red. He wasn't entirely sure what to do with his hands, as it really was no use trying to cover...well, anything. So once he got himself onto the table, up behind his head they went; fingers lacing together through his black hair.
Hick back from the tops of his shoulders down to the backs of his knees was a ruin of scars, as though someone had taken a knife and stirred it through whipped egg whites; his lower back so horribly mangled that in a few places it looked like liquid would pool in the deep messy trenches. From the top of his left shoulder arching down to meet his hip was a wide three inch scar, it's hard pale surface smooth and shiny. There were scars across his hips that looked like someone hadn't simply held on there, but raked nails or perhaps claws through the flesh; Over and over until it stayed. Above his right hip there stood a pale soft circle of flesh ever so slightly lighter than the rest, as though someone had shoved a fist into the meat of his body. Down along his thighs there rode claw marks, following the backs of them.
Across his frame were scattered smaller less mentionable scars, thin slices and scrapes; a bite on his right shoulder, and claw marks down down across his right collarbone. The only scar worth mentioning on his front was a large diagonal scar across his belly; edges smooth and neat as though someone had tried to pull him open there; spill the contents. He put a look on his face of airy indifference, staring off at a spot on the wall as though it were the most interesting thing in the room.
His still burning red cheeks betrayed his effort, however.
(Ahahaha..I babble. )
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 3:09 pm
Gennady looked over at the other boy, unable to look away once he saw how scarred he was. "Oh!" he cried, unable to stop himself. "What happened to you? You poor thing..." he whispered, trembling. He couldn't imagine what would make someone want to hurt someone else so badly. It looked like the small Asian boy had been the subject of torture...there was no way that such scars could be medical in nature, and he couldn't imagine how one person could have survived being hurt so many times.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 3:41 pm
The Queen Decrees:
After hiding behind the corner and listening to the voices for a time, Krow had figured that no one had heard her sudden outburst. She started to breathe normally again and crept back to the doorway to peep in. The examinations that the boy was going through were familiar.
She had read about such things.
The look on the boys face brought a warming feeling to Krow.
As uncomfortable as it seemed...
The doctor peeked Krow's curiosity so much, it was difficult for her to stay still and quiet.
There were so many questions...
But she realized that making herself known was out of the question.
As she continued to watch on, she remembered: She had never been to a doctor, she wasn't even born in a hospital...
But she found the whole practice extremely interesting.
Unknowingly, she kept leaning more and more into the doorway.
She sat there, mouth agape, and watched the procedure in the open doorway.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 4:27 pm
Fellzima quietly walked up to Krow and hissed in her ear "when you wanted to go for a walk this was not the place I was thinking of." She glanced in and instantly turned around after seeing things she did not want to see. "you're going to get caught and I will have no sympathy for you m'lady." she said this in a mocking tone, but still managed to keep it at a whisper. She walked over to a wall and sat in a chair wanting to watch the events that would happen next.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 6:40 pm
{Wow...Who else is going to join? x']}
He sighed and dropped the clip-board down on the floor, standing up to walk over to the double doors into the room. "Both of you, inside now... You are now patients of this Ward. Both of you sit on the bed that's not being used." He stated in a slightly cold voice, turning to walk back to Fey, and Luna. He gave Luna another pat on the head and offered him a purple sucker for good behavior. "Be a good boy and go talk with the girls while I speak to Fey."He said with a small smile, stepping from the boy's front, not saying another word until the Luna boy left.
"Now, want to tell me what happened to you? I need it for your chart..." He said with a small frown, replacing clip-boards. "You can explain while I start your exam, sit please." He stated pulling out the small hammer like object.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 7:02 pm
Gennady blushed, taking the sticker and going over to the other bed to talk to Fellzima and Krow, picking up his underwear and putting it on so he wouldn't be indecent any longer. "Hi," he said, blushing, frowning. "Sorry...sorry you...came by, and he saw you..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 8:21 pm
Michael gave a little shaky huff of breath, still staring at his so interesting spot on the wall. He still didn't have permission to speak when Gennady asked his question, so he was somewhat forced to skip over it. However, when the Doctor asked his own, he had to get down and tell it anyways. Situating himself on the edge of the bed, he put hands on the cloth; feeling it over with his fingers.
"Front; Belly. Stab wound. Two weeks hospitalization. Large doses 'a what the doctor liked ta call 'morphine cocktails' on account 'a I metabolize drugs faster 'n normal people. Four days elevated fever with quick onset 'a infection, due ta the wound gettin' loads 'a alley crap in it. An some chick's shirt." He spewed the information as though he had read a file, his lazy drawl leaking into it as he paraphrased the details. He kept from crossing his legs, even though he severely wanted to. Some small gesture; some little thing to make himself feel better.
"Back; Seven hours torture, one month three days sedated an kept alive intravenously. Vitamins, all that kinda lovely crap. Severe night terrors, causing in repeatedly popping the stitchin'; More effective sedatives used. Patient was eventually brought back into the conscious world to help aid in the healing, being as elevated healing factor don' actually work unless I let it, an I was pretty much dyin'." He stopped suddenly, pressing his lips together as he stared at his new friend; the spot on the wall. He was sure that was all the Doctor needed, just the facts, right? That was sure to be what he needed, for the chart anyways.
He tried being so calm, so still..His neck pulsed like the artery wanted to jump out and go skipping around.
"Oh..an..other random crap that I never got treated for." He said, cheeks going red as he realized he'd forgotten that little bit.
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