After the game

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Who: Malakim, visitors
When: Day 1, Post-game
Where: Dorms
What: What do you even do for a broken arm?

[Figures out how to open the door again and then slams it closed behind his teammates when everyone's in. He stalks off to go look for — you know what? I don't even know what you need for a broken arm.]

[Just going to RUMMAGE LOUDLY through whatever is in the bathroom.]

Comments

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Yeah. I'm going to keep looking around until I can find a better one, but for now I think this will work well enough.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Can you see okay?

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Yeah, I made little eye holes and everything.

[Looks around and sits down on his bunk.]

So it looks like my arm is going to be out of it for a couple of days. At least, if my regeneration works like I think it does. Sorry for being non-chalant about it earlier. I just wasn't sure with Autumn in our room if she should know how bad my arm was hurt.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

You had me going there, too.

[A beat.]

How bad is it? Should I start looking for some kinda splint?

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

That...might be a good idea. Cause it kind of hurts an unbelievable amount right now.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

...Christ. Say something next time, would you?

Stay here a minute.

[And he's going to head out of the dorm altogether; you hear the door open and then close behind him.]

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Wait! Ah...geez...he sure is headstrong.

[Sighs and decides to lie down to get as comfortable as he can get.]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[He's back in a few minutes with a spatula; the metal hand is working at the head of it, twisting back and forth until it comes free and all that remains is the straight, flat metal surface.]

This oughtta work. Let me see your arm.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[laughs and holds out his arm.]

Well, that was fairly clever and resourceful of you, Rusty.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Wait till we're done, then see how happy you are about it.

We're going on guesswork here, pal, and I don't think it's gonna feel good.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[His smile quickly fades.]

Eesh...good point there. Well, do what must be done. As long as it is facing the right way and straight, I think we did okay.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Okay, well... let's see it.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[Gingerly takes his arm out of the sling and holds it out to you, grimacing.

It is definitely sitting at a very wrong angle.]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Oh boy. We sure are doing this.]

[Let's. Uhm. Try and make that straighter.]

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[If it is hurting him, Chum seems fairly stoic about the whole thing. He does occassionally let out a grunt of pain now and again. His voice is a little shaky though as he speaks.]

Let's not let me do this ever again, okay?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

That's what I've been saying the whole time.

[Is that straight? That looks pretty straight. Pressing the spatula handle in flat against it.]

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[Meh...straightish is good enough.]

Well, I suppose you've proven yourself the smarter one between us. Congrats.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[How the hell am I supposed to do this? I need more hands.]

[Just... holds it for a second, trying to figure out what he's supposed to do. In the end, he nods toward the dresser.]

Come over here.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[Walks over to the dresser, placing his other hand on the spatula handle to hold it against his broken arm.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

There we go. That's better.

[He uses the metal hand to press the whole arm out flat on the surface, next to the spatula. The flesh hand unloops the sash from around his waist, then starts winding the split against the arm.]

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[Oh my does laying the arm out flat hurt like holy hell. You actually get a slight yip of pain from him.]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Hang in there, pal. Just about done.

[On the plus side, the surface seems to have straightened it out the rest of the way??]

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[By jove, it worked. The arm definitely looks to be in a shape that an arm should be, at least.]

Yeah, I really wish my super power was just an ability to dull pain right now.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Hang on just a... there.

[He finishes off the last of it and ties the ends together.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[Lets out a rather large sigh of relief.]

Well, maybe we can start calling you Doc after this?