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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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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.

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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.

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

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"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."

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"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?"

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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."

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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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Sword raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you supposed to stay awake if you have a concussion?"

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"When exactly did you hit your head?" Muraki countered.

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Sword was silent for a moment, "Good point...."

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Muraki chuckled a bit, and carefully injected Sword with the drug. "Anyway, you're under supersvision so it should be okay. Besides, not everyone gets tired."

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Sword made no sign that he even noticed being injected and nodded, "So how long till you find out what you need to know?" He asked, "I've got a schedule to keep."

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"I'm new, so I'll have to call the other doctor about the MRI, but depending on the results, you may be here for a while." Muraki then leaned a bit over Sword, whispering faintly. "But if you're too worried, I'm sure we can work something out."

He then straightened himself, moving to the phone to call about the MRI, knowing that it wouldn't take Sword too long to piece together that Muraki was not exactly the 'Kind Doctor' he played off.

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Sword's entire body immediately stiffened as Muraki leaned over him and whispered what he did. He was relieved when the doctor moved away from him. He suddenly didn't want to be here anymore and thought about leaving, but unfortunately the meds kicked in and he fell asleep before he could do anything.

[murakiscloset.livejournal.com]

Muraki smiled to himself, wondering if that had jarred the other. Of course, he hadn't meant it that way. Playing with another Alpha Male tended to be quite risky.

Thus he continued to handle what was needed, and would wait for Sword to awaken before continuing any sort of conversation.

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Sword woke up about an hour later. He was a little confused and then remembered where he was. He looked around and saw Muraki's blurred shape, "Any luck?"

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Muraki was busy with finishing up the records, and he looked over to Sword as he heard his voice. "It's a small concussion, thankfully. What little swelling is left is what's causing your headaches.

"Generally, I'd suggest staying here over-night, but it seems as if you've been wandering with it for a while and only had the headaches, so I don't think I have to worry much about you passing out and having more problems.

"The thing is, you should remain on a regiment of anti-inflammatory's for the next few days until it goes down, and that's not exactly something I can just give you a bunch of and say 'Go', is it?"

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Sword sighed, "So I have to stay here over night..... again." He paused, "With you here?"

[murakiscloset.livejournal.com]

Oh, so he had jolted him earlier. Muraki couldn't help the small smirk which pulled at his lips. "Don't worry, I'll behave around you.

"Not only are you not really my type, I've already been warned of your position here, and I have no intention of making an enemy of all of your buddies."