[While some of the other Orbers are having a heated debate on whether to stay or go, Daisy stays off to the side. Now that the adrenaline is starting to wear off, she’s really starting to feel the pain of her injuries she sustained during her and Joric’s crash landing.
Leaning against a wall, Daisy holds her hand to her ribs as if that will lessen the pain coming from them every time she inhales.]
[Chishiya is doing what he always does when things get chaotic and that is...watching and listening to all the heated discussions that are going on. A war of idealism vs practicality.
But he's already pretty much decided where his vote is going to fall, so now he's mostly just watching, which is how he notices Daisy leaning against the wall a few feet away, looking distinctly in pain.
He makes his way over to that side of the room, and leans against the wall next to her.]
[Daisy straightens up when he comes and stands next to her, expecting him to want to talk about what’s just happened. So she’s caught off guard when he talks about her instead.
She could just deny being injured, but what was the point in that?]
Apparently landing a space craft is harder than the take off.
[It's like he makes a habit of being obnoxiously perceptive.
He releases a little sigh, though. It's true broken ribs can be difficult to treat. But:]
There might be a few possibilities.
[Specifically, pain killers, lidocaine patches and possibly wrapping her torso for extra support. But even then the most important thing is to rest, and she seems allergic to that.]
Actually, yes. I brought a bag with some medical supplies.
[He likes to be prepared. Just because he seemed completely indifferent to what was happening at the gala doesn't mean he hadn't thought ahead a little bit.]
I'm new to these missions, but I'm no stranger to chaos.
[Not that he had put his medical knowledge to use a lot in Borderland, but that doesn't mean he hadn't had contingency plans just in case it had been necessary.]
[She still wants to know more about that, but now doesn’t feel the right time. Instinctively, Daisy wants to deny his offer but she knows trying to twist to get it on the right spot is just going to make it worse.]
If you don’t mind.
[It takes a bit of adjusting her dress to make it easier for him to apply it, while also not flashing him.]
[Daisy frowns at his answer, because he’s not wrong. She already has her own hang ups with false promises after being in and out of foster homes her entire childhood.]
Yeah, they are.
[Despite how careful he is, any pressure to her ribs hurts and she winces as a result.]
[Daisy laughs softly, but stops abruptly at the sharp pain in her ribs.]
I would hope so.
[Considering it was his job, he better be good at it. While others were debating whether or not to stay, Daisy was surprised to not see him give his two cents. Considering he was one of the few medical professionals here.]
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Leaning against a wall, Daisy holds her hand to her ribs as if that will lessen the pain coming from them every time she inhales.]
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But he's already pretty much decided where his vote is going to fall, so now he's mostly just watching, which is how he notices Daisy leaning against the wall a few feet away, looking distinctly in pain.
He makes his way over to that side of the room, and leans against the wall next to her.]
So, when were you injured?
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She could just deny being injured, but what was the point in that?]
Apparently landing a space craft is harder than the take off.
[Does that answer his question?]
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Who would have guessed.
[It's not surprising that landing might be the hardest part of piloting. It's one of the more unpleasant aspects of being a passenger.]
I take it you didn't let it slow you down.
[After all from what he understands she was pivotal in getting the codes where they needed to be.
But that also means any injuries she sustained would be exacerbate.]
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[And even if she had the time, she’s too stubborn to just recover.
She gives him a once over, attempting to turn the attention on to him instead.]
What about you? You okay?
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I'm fine. I found a pilot.
[Or a pilot found him. Either way it worked out. They didn't crash. ]
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[She’s well aware of how stupid of an idea it was to fly the craft, but she and Joric were alive.
Daisy can guess why he’s over here, talking to her, but she’s too stubborn to ask for help. Even when she’s in a lot of pain.]
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[Chishiya does like to be smart.]
Were you planning on getting your injuries treated or are you just going to suffer?
[And a smartass.]
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Is this you offering to treat them?
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Gauging to see if you're open to it.
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Pretty sure I busted a few ribs.
[It’s not a no to the offer to help her. She doesn’t even seem to notice her bruised knuckles from punching a guy before.]
Not sure there’s much you can do about that.
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Is that all?
[It's like he makes a habit of being obnoxiously perceptive.
He releases a little sigh, though. It's true broken ribs can be difficult to treat. But:]
There might be a few possibilities.
[Specifically, pain killers, lidocaine patches and possibly wrapping her torso for extra support. But even then the most important thing is to rest, and she seems allergic to that.]
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Had to get that spacecraft somehow.
[She explains, moving to lean against the wall again.]
Any of those possibilities something you can do here?
[Or are they going to have to wait till they’re back on the station? Whenever that is.]
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[He likes to be prepared. Just because he seemed completely indifferent to what was happening at the gala doesn't mean he hadn't thought ahead a little bit.]
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Great. This’ll probably going for a while anyway. Where’s your bag?
[Because it’s really starting to hurt now.]
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[He gestures for her to follow him into the next room, where he left his bag by the door.
He squats down to unzip it and starts pulling a few things out.]
Ice therapy would do you a lot of good, but that will be easier back on the station. For now--
[He holds up a lidocaine patch.]
We'll start here.
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For someone new to all of this, you know how to prepare.
[And right now she’s grateful for that. She’s used lidocaine patches before so she knows what it is he’s holding up.]
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[Not that he had put his medical knowledge to use a lot in Borderland, but that doesn't mean he hadn't had contingency plans just in case it had been necessary.]
Do you want me to apply it?
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If you don’t mind.
[It takes a bit of adjusting her dress to make it easier for him to apply it, while also not flashing him.]
You said you work with kids in your field?
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He takes out an antiseptic wipe to ensure the affected area is clean.]
That's right. Pediatric cardiology.
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[Daisy holds the fabric of her dress out of the way for him while he cleans the area so he can apply the patch.]
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People love talking about helping kids, sick or otherwise, but when it comes down to it they're some of the most likely to get overlooked.
[Especially if they're poor or otherwise marginalized. Does this actually answer the question? Maybe. Maybe not.
He carefully places the patch over her injured ribs.]
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Yeah, they are.
[Despite how careful he is, any pressure to her ribs hurts and she winces as a result.]
Why cardiology?
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[What is modesty?]
It's the field that interested me most from a surgical perspective.
[The cardiovascular system is complex and fascinating, actually, and he was drawn to the challenge of it.]
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I would hope so.
[Considering it was his job, he better be good at it. While others were debating whether or not to stay, Daisy was surprised to not see him give his two cents. Considering he was one of the few medical professionals here.]
Are you going to vote?
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