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[ugh-shut-call.livejournal.com]

WHO: Sword, Muraki
WHEN: Just before lunch
WHERE: Infirmary
WHAT: Sword gets checked up
RATING: TBA



Ever since Sword had hit his head, he had been getting severe headache. The headaches made his eye sight even worse then it already was. He had told Sen he was fine and didn't need to go to get looked at, but the pain was so severe he really had no choice. He made his way to the infirmary and walked in, "Hello?" He called, not being able to see if anyone was near by as another surge of pain ran through his head.

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[murakiscloset.livejournal.com]

Muraki looked up from where he was reading quietly, all his important work done for the time being, and smiled as he spied exactly who had walked into the infirmary.

He didn't know the person personally, of course, but he remembered the image he'd been shown his first day here, and thus he stood up, doing a quick inspection of the other, able to tell that he was in some form of pain by the way he held himself.

"May I help you?" Softly he moved to the other man.

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"Yeah. I've been getting really bad headaches lately. Can you do anything to make them stop?" Sword said as he brought his hands to the sides of his head and screwing his eyes shut as the pain intensified.

[murakiscloset.livejournal.com]

Muraki frowned a little, the Doctor in him taking over for a moment as he carefully lead Sword over to a chair. "Sit down for a moment, before the pain knocks you down.

"And tell me, is there any reason you may be having them? I've read your chart since I was told who you are, and it doesn't speak of headaches as normal."

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Sword sat in the chair and panted slightly at the pain, "Well, I hit my head a couple of days ago. On the frame of the top bunk. Here." He put a finger to the back of his head to show where he had been hit, "It bleed a little," He shrugged, "I didn't think anything of it. People hit their heads all the time."

[murakiscloset.livejournal.com]

"Not usually hard enough to bleed." Muraki said with a monotonous tone as he moved his hand to where Sword had indicated. "I'm pressing on it, and apologize for the pain before hand."

Careful hands began to examine the scalp in the area indicated, looking for bumps among other things.

[ugh-shut-call.livejournal.com]

Sword inhaled a sharp breath as the doctor inspected him, "Well?" He said after a long while.

[murakiscloset.livejournal.com]

"Got a nice little bump there." Muraki shifted some of Sword's hair carefully to look at the scalp. "It's scabbed over slightly already, but swollen.

"It's easily possible you gave yourself a nice concussion, or started a small bleed. Other than the headaches, have you been having other symptoms?"

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Sword shrugged, "Well, the pain has been clouding what vision I have. But that's about it."

[murakiscloset.livejournal.com]

"Does it feel like there's a pressure behind your eyes?" Muraki moved over to his desk as he spoke, pulling out a small manual about the prison, and flipping it open.

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"Sometimes. Mostly it just feels as though my head is going to explode," He said as he began to massage his head, hoping for some relief, "So can you fix it? Or at least give me something to stop the pain?"

[murakiscloset.livejournal.com]

Muraki found what he was looking for and jotted the information onto something for his own record, before turning to Sword. "For now, I'll set you up in a bed and give you some pain killers as well as an anti-inflammatory.

"Likely, when you hit your head, you gave yourself a nice little concussion. The UGH has equipment for scanning, but I need to find out how to access it. Will that be alright?"

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Sword shrugged, "Anything to get rid of this pain."

[murakiscloset.livejournal.com]

Muraki smiled a bit, thinking how much a defeatist attitude that was. But pain did those things to people.

He moved back over to help Sword to one of the beds, before moving to get what was necessary for treatment. He'd call the other Doctor, Damon, after he got the medicine into Sword, and find out how it worked with the MRI.

Grabbing down the necessary items, Muraki moved over to Sword. "The medicine might make you a bit sleepy."

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"I didn't run!" Sword said getting worked up as he tried to save face, "I merely moved off the bed." He didn't give a reason as to why he had though. He just left it at that. He didn't like feeling cornered.

[murakiscloset.livejournal.com]

Muraki smiled, seating himself on the edge of the bed, and crossing his legs gently, even as he continued to watch the darker man try to pretend he wasn't scared, when it was plain to see that he was.

"Why don't you just admit you're worried because your vision is diminished?" Muraki's tone was now serious as he looked at the other. "And trust me, you are not my type. I prefer the type who squirms and writhes below me, begging for mercy.

"My earlier comment was meant much differently than you took it, but I do admit that watching you become all defensive is funny."

[ugh-shut-call.livejournal.com]

"My vision has nothing to do with it. Even if all could see was darkness I would still be able to kick your ass!" For once, Sword was telling the truth. Through the knowledge he had gained from that sight therapist he was able to see where thing were just by listening to them. A skill he was rather glad to have.

[murakiscloset.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps." Muraki commented easily. "But if you had utter faith in that, you wouldn't have moved away so quickly from me. Only men who fear something do that, and this little bit is a fact."

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"Maybe I moved so I could kick you ass with more ease." Sword said pulling an excuse out of his ass.

[murakiscloset.livejournal.com]

Muraki laughed then, apparently pleased with the response. "I had heard you had fangs, but you take some time to bare them, don't you?

"Anyway," He slid a hand easily through his silver-colored hair, and his voice again became serious. "As I said, I'm not interested in becoming a target, and sure playing with the Shutcall without permission would cause such a thing to happen.

"Instead, I'm not fool when it comes to this sort of thing, and I was hoping we could at least be on terms enough to understand each other, and leave one another alone."

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Sword glared, "If you stay away from me and we should be fine."

[murakiscloset.livejournal.com]

Muraki smirked a little. "By that, I also assume you mean to stay away from your 'things', right?"

[ugh-shut-call.livejournal.com]

"Not specifically, but yes. Stay away from in general. Do what you need to do to make these headaches go away, but that's it."

[murakiscloset.livejournal.com]

Muraki just smiled at that. Really, did he not get the hint to what was being said? Well, it was fine if not. More fun to harass him later.

Instead, Muraki stood from the bed and moved to his desk. "You should feel fine for a while since I gave you something strong. Come in whenever the pain gets too much and I'll give you something.

"Otherwise, I expect to see you at least once a day, and you should watch out for any other symptoms like dizziness, passing out, or anything really that is unusual. That's basically it."

[ugh-shut-call.livejournal.com]

"So I'm free to go then?" He asked not being able to get the hell out of here.

[murakiscloset.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Muraki smiled, almost pleasantly, at Sword. "You're free to go back and 'Dive' a few times more. Just be careful of the bed-frame this time, hm?"