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]

[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?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Ha. Think I'd've done a better job if I was one.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Well, you still haven't put on your thinking cap. Maybe your memory is that you are a doctor.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Nah... something tells me I'm not that kinda guy.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Yeah, I get that feeling as well. Speaking of though, why not go try on your memory. See what you can find out about yourself.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Yeah... we've got em. Might as well.

[Going to get that sling back on you first, though.]

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[Lets you put the sling on then shoves you out with his good arm.]

Go on! I'm curious to see what you uncover!

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Jeez, you're pushy.

[But he laughs a little, and he goes.]

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[Waits in his doorway for you to come back with your hat.]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Heading back in a second later, hat in hand.]

So, what do you do with it? Just put it on?

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Yeah, that's what I did. It can be a bit intense though, so you might want to sit down.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Huh... okay.

[Sits down on the bed and puts the hat on.]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[He's blank for awhile, like he's not quite there. Whatever it is, it's not short.]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[About midway, he tenses up — and not long after that, starts shaking. It's hardly noticeable at first, but it keeps getting worse; he pulls his arms in against his chest and hunches in a little.]

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[And that's about when he comes out of it.]

Christ. You weren't kidding, were you?

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

No...no I was not.

[pauses for a moment, then asks.]

You okay, Rusty?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Nothin' I couldn't handle.

Can't call me that anymore, though.