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A Necessary Lesson [Syre/Cas]
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Post by Cross on Oct 8, 2018 2:11:34 GMT
Cassandra supposed to deserved this. The silence, the aversion, the mystery and through it all Mikemon had been reasonable if not rightfully annoyed. Giving the Doctor her space as she dealt with the fallout from the incident in the desert and continued to share information with her when he could. Though given his reaction to her presence around H~ around the baby Cas found herself deeply surprised to be requested to look after his daughter of all people. Still he had requested Cassandra teach the girl what first aid she could and about the dangers of the D-reaper and while she hated feeling as though she was being used to scare the girl straight...Cas owed Mikemon many favors. And the Doctor was good about paying her debts. Opening the portal in an alleyway just behind the remains of Mikemon's still being repaired Clinic Cassandra double checked her holosuit was holding before she stepped through. Taking her place leaning against one of the stone walled sides of the buildings that made up the alley as she waited. She would, thankfully, have to wait for long.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 8, 2018 2:30:57 GMT
As far as Syre knew, this was just an extension of her punishment from the Dark Area incident.
Well, to be fair, her time of being 'grounded' had been over about two weeks ago. The BlackGatomon had given a promise to Dr. Mikemon that she wouldn't mess with the D-Reaper again, and after a long, arduous week of chores, she was told that her trust had been earned back... for the time being, at least. However, her dad had grown concerned that Syre simply didn't understand the forces that she was playing with - the forces that Cassandra had to deal with on a near daily basis.
"Seriously..." With a single bag slung over her shoulder, Syre gave a sigh, shaking her head as she checked a local map on her tamernet device. Even without it, as she turned that last corner, the destroyed property stuck out like a sore thumb, blocked off with traffic cones and only a pile of discarded bricks making up the cleared lot. That, of course, was part of another unpleasant memory, perhaps only further setting the tone for the weeks to come. Turning the corner down that alley, Syre blinked, looking up to see the figure her dad had described: a blonde, blue-eyed human, resting against the far wall of the alley.
"Um... Doctor Cross?" Putting on a smile that seemed half-forced from the start, Syre gave a nod, slowly stepping forward towards the twin tamer. "I'm Syre... and I guess for the next week, I'm your assistant?"
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Post by Cross on Oct 8, 2018 2:56:15 GMT
The Doctor stared at the cleared rubble of the clinic as she tried to picture how it had looked before. How it had appeared back when she could openly visit her friend. Nowadays their meetings were kept to emergencies or back alley dealings such as these. An admittedly lonely existence, but times changed.
Presence of one such change drew the woman from her thoughts as she looked up blinking slightly off-blue eyes at the little Black Gatomon finding herself taken aback by how very much she looked like her Father. Though she could see K in her too in the way the feline Digimon held herself. Inclining her head Cassandra pushed off of the wall with her elbow and came back up fully to her feet. She wasn't a tall woman. In fact by any standards the human was quite small, but she wore about her an air that would prevent any man or mon from breathing such a word when describing her. A woman with a presence too big for her meager form as she offered Syre a slime barely there smile her hard flat eyes seeming to soften the barest touch.
"Syre correct?" She asked voice whisper soft a smoky roughness to the sweet fullness of her accent like bourbon on the rocks. Though there was something about the Doctor that clawed at ones senses, an eerieness to her that screamed 'not quite human,' no matter how benign she attempted to appear.
"Yes your Father messaged me about such. I'm afraid my workplace is rather confidential. If you wouldn't mind closing your eyes and taking my hand? Barring that you are welcome to the sleeve of my coat, but I'm afraid I can't have you seeing the coordinates of where we are going." Cassandra explained offering her hand or sleeve, whichever the child chose.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 8, 2018 3:57:57 GMT
From Syre's perspective, any human was comparatively taller than herself, and the confidence and posture that the doctor wore only seemed to cement the difference. Though the cat wore a smile, it was seemingly impossible to just take a sudden interaction with Dr. Cross in stride... though the cat couldn't quite put her finger on it.
She sounded friendly enough, after all, and she lacked the wherewithal to know what made a human 'good-looking' or not, but there was just something unsettling... maybe her data, maybe just the look in her eyes? Well, regardless, she was a 'family friend' of dad's, and she wasn't about to doubt her just on appearance.
"Yes, Syre." She nodded with her rather plain response, ear twitching as Cassandra gave that following request. She had been told that dad had to be blindfolded to go along to her place before, so hearing this didn't put off the cat too much: "I think I'll take your hand, then." The cat would walk up, and reach out her paw to either grasp around the human's hand, or offer it for the human to take, before closing her eyes. "Just tell me which way to go..."
She sounded just a touch uncertain, wincing as a small bit of broken brick stuck against her foot.
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Post by Cross on Oct 8, 2018 4:17:25 GMT
"All right then." Cassandra murmured typing in the coordinates for Paradise as the portal charged up with a low whine. Reaching out the Doctor would gingerly grasp the felines paw her grip loose, but steady so at to not put too much pressure upon her fingers. Oddly there was no sensation of fabric against the cat's paws, just a flat energy like smoothness. She would only have a moment however, to think on that before the Feline would likely hear the low whoosh of the portal opening as the Doctor carefully guided her forward and then... Then there was light and wind brushing her fur, and grass under her feet as the pair stepped out before the front of a house, if the fort like structure could really be called that where it sat atop a floating island. "You may open your eyes." Cas instructed releasing Syre's hand as she closed the portal behind them deciding here was as good a place as any for what she was about to reveal. Hopefully the softness of daylight and the open air would ease the shock of her appearance. "I'm going to turn off my Holosuit now. It causes interference with some of the more delicate machines." She explained fingers hovering over the controls for the hard light illusion as she glanced down at the cat. "Please try not to scream." Cassandra requested her voice flat and without much hope that her request would be met as she deactivated her disguise. The image of the normal human woman as she had a first appeared falling away like so much dust as brightly glowing crimson and black eyes pinned Syre to the spot. The weight of the wrongness that had plagued her senses before settling like a cloud as the Doctor's signal became less muffled.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 9, 2018 0:06:10 GMT
Of course, Syre noticed the odd texture of Cassandra's hand - what was it, plastic? Honestly, it didn't feel like much of anything, but that wasn't the only shock that Syre was going to get to her senses. Stepping through that portal, feeling the grass of the floating island under her feet, the cat slowly moved to open her eyes...
... A harsh sneeze escaping her nose, from the sudden change of light! Her ears flicked as they gave a 'pop' from the altitude change, the BlackGatomon shaking her head as she tried to acclimate to this 'holy' environment! "Ooh... sorry about that, don't know what I was expecting..." Sudden change of sense aside, her eyes soon opened wide to the world around her. Clear blue skies, clouds floating by level to their floating island... was this Cassandra's home? "Whoa..."
Her attention couldn't wander for long. As Cassandra mentioned that she was going to turn off her holosuit, Syre gave a curious tilt of her head. "Nyah? Dad said you were 'human', so..." Why would she be wearing one? And why would Syre scream? Syre watched intently, as that thin veil of data faded away - those piercing red eyes staring right into her own.
The cat didn't scream, but she did jump: her ears flicked and flattened backward, as Syre stumbled, falling on her back from the sheer, well, difference of it all! It did feel wrong... but more importantly? "That feeling... tch!" Her eyes clamped shut, both arms slipping right over that bandaged leg. It had long healed, but the 'phantom' pain made itself evident in Cassandra's presence.
"I... I'll be fine." It took Syre a few minutes, but she slowly stood up, brushing off her legs. "But I see dad wasn't kidding..."
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Post by Cross on Oct 9, 2018 1:04:58 GMT
"I was...am...it is rather complicated." Cassandra murmured watching Syre with a level gaze as she arched a single brow at the felines wince. Admittedly she was rather impressed that the Black Gatomon had not reacted beyond her initial instinctual fear.
"Your Father mentioned you'd been injured by the D-reaper? Does the wound hurt you still?" The Doctor questioned with a tilt of her head glancing once more at the leg the cat was clearly favoring even as she motioned the child to follow her. The front entryway of the House was relatively quiet. Most of the team resting and still recovering from the incident in the desert. Emma herself being strictly relegated to bed rest or at her most mobile a wheelchair until Cas could be absolutely certain there would be no long term side-effects. She'd been luckier then Kan, but the Doctor wasn't about to risk the Spirit User. Denryu however would need introductions seeing as this was his home even if it was slowly becoming Cas's as well.
"Come I need to alert the General of your arrival. I believe he's in his study or the training room. We'll check both as we go." Cas spoke ushering Syre alongside her as the two made their way down the hall.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 9, 2018 1:20:51 GMT
"I can see that... phew..." Alright - she was adjusted to both the air, and Cassandra's appearance. So long as Syre avoided direct eye contact, she was still comfortable enough around the doctor. Hopefully she would get used to that part as well, but that might take a bit longer than she'd like to admit. At her question, though, Syre looked down at her leg.
"Honestly? It hasn't hurt in quite a while." To emphasize, she gave her leg a tap, not wincing at the touch. "But if seeing the D-Reaper itself is setting it off... I dunno, maybe there's a 'bit' in there that reacts to its own kind? Or maybe its just all in my own head?" If nothing else, they had an adept doctor that could test that theory. She'd follow right along in through the front door, towards the expansive manor, not a soul to be seen in the front entrance. Huh...
... Well, Cassandra knew the place better, anyway. Giving a nod, she'd follow along Cassandra, down the hall towards the study on the far end, the promising sound of a computer whirring in the background leading the two to Denryu's location. The general, unmasked, idly typed with his left hand, that familiar USB settled in the desktop. His right hand was currently bandaged, held off the right of the desk, as a Bakemon's gaze settled right over that mark - a bubbling, purplish energy wavering right over the wound.
"Hm?" Denryu gave a small glance over his shoulder, seeing Cassandra's approach. "Ah... our 'helper' for the week, then?"
"..." So flippantly casual - how could Syre even respond to that?
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Post by Cross on Oct 9, 2018 2:12:55 GMT
"Hmm interesting. I suspect it may be due to my signal being much stronger now then it once was. Seeing as previously my presence did not cause such a...reaction from infected patients. Though that would be another reason your Father sent you to me. For even if your wound was treated the remnants of the D-virus may still be in your system and those need to be fully purged." Cassandra explained giving the door to the General's study a light knock before she would enter. Her eyes darting over the the Bakemon and the man himself as she arched a brow at the pair.
"Still that's a lesson for another time. For now we'll start with the basics. Syre this is the General, but if he is so inclined you may call him Denryu." Cas introduced the man as she nudge the little Digimon forward to greet him.
"Denryu this is Syre." The Doctor added nodding down to the Black Gatomon before she glanced over at the Bakemon.
"Phantom you may go. I'll take it from here if the General doesn't mind." Cas added her voice gentling somewhat as she nods towards the blonde haired man's injury in question. "Besides this will be a good lesson for Syre on the difference between a Healer and a Doctor." The Woman adds.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 9, 2018 3:53:33 GMT
"Well, I wouldn't be opposed to you having a look at it, obviously..." That was putting it lightly: Carlos made it sound like being fully infected by the D-Reaper was like becoming a zombie. A loss of free will, only wanting to infect those around you, regardless of who they were? It was enough to shake the cat to the core...
... But, thankfully, the infection was light enough for the doctor to not be overly worried about it. The pair entered the study, Syre giving a small bow as Cassandra introduced her to the general. "Hello, Mr. Denryu-"
"Denryu's fine." The General's voice remained flat - definitely not in his best mood, considering everything that had happened over the past week. To that, Syre simply gave a step back, observing the conversation as it unfolded: as Cassandra gave the request to Phantom, the Bakemon gave a look towards the man's direction. Denryu gave a nod, and with that affirmation, the Bakemon faded into the walls of the manor. As Cassandra spoke, the general gave his retort, a flat a tone as ever:
"To be fair, I can hear every word you're saying, doctor." Regardless, the man gave a nod, turning around in his chair to offer his bandaged hand to Cassandra. She would find that the healing, in itself, was not carelessly performed: a flat wooden brace was tied around a section of the top and bottom of the palm, holding the broken pieces of his middle and ring finger together. Even so, a slight bit of pink still blotted through the bandage.
Syre was used to seeing this sort of injury, from her work with dad, so she didn't shy away, peering over the hand. "In the middle of the hand? How'd he manage to cause a fracture that deep?"
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Post by Cross on Oct 9, 2018 5:04:34 GMT
"I don't believe your hearing is what's in question here General." Cassandra murmured her voice soft and demure as one would expect when addressing a Team Leader, but there was a firm unyielding edge to it as the woman half turned to grab a stool. Taking a seat next to the man the Doctor carefully grasped his wrist motioning Syre close.
"Repeated trauma before the initial injury can heal will often deepen a fracture." Cas explained gently tracing her fingers over Denryu's hand to ascertain how bad the fracturing really was. The EV suit robbed her of something as simple of a sensation as texture, but the Doctor could still map out shapes beneath her fingers frowning as she found her suspicions confirmed.
"However the difference between a Healer and a Doctor in the Digital World is often rarely understood. You see most Digimon have some sort of healing ability which while often useful for getting themselves or their companions back up to fighting fit in a short amount of time more often then not do more harm then good in the long run. This is because these abilities often simply heal the injury as it is even if the injury isn't clean or there is debris in the wound. Others often heavily tax the body or speed up the healing process beyond what the body can handle causing scars in a digimon's data that can make it more difficult for them to evolve and can result in cancer or other complications in humans." Cassandra explained tilting Denryu's hand so she could inspect his palm gingerly tracing the fine bones in his fingers with a thoughtful frown.
"Doctors however have a better grasp of how to deal with injuries and what injuries need to be treated prior to using healing abilities and what wounds are safer to let heal on their own. However other then perhaps Luminas few organizations or cities have an influx of Doctors on staff because healers are faster, cheaper, and more readily available and often the only options for greyscale factions that wish to stay beneath the City of Angel's notice. Do you know why Luminas watches Doctors like your Father and I like a hawkmon, but leaves healers be Syre?" Doctor Cross questioned carefully rubbing soothing circles into the muscles at Denryu's wrist to help lesson some of the swelling and belay the slowly rising fury that left her eyes sharp and darkening from a bright crimson to a shade of dark blood.
"It's because even a careful Healer will put unneeded stress on a patients body and after enough treatments eventually the data scarring and complications will add up. Luminas has no need to cripple their enemies when their opponents will eventually do it to themselves." Cas murmured glancing up at Denryu with a weighted look before she turned back to Syre once more motioning to the man's bandaged hand.
"You see how the General has his hand wrapped? This is a standard first aid brace and a good one for that matter which to any Doctor is an immediate red flag. It means he's hurt himself enough times to have perfected treating his injured appendage one handed and he didn't learn this wrap from a medical professional as we tuck the bandages differently." Cassandra pointed out tilting Denryu's wrist so Syre could see the difference before releasing the General's hands to reach out and grab his uninjured one. Feeling along the man's knuckles Cas gritted her teeth in a silent snarl showing off her oddly dull canines before she motioned for Syre to take the man's uninjured hand.
"Feel along the bone. While a human males hands will always be a bit larger and thicker then a human females you can feel how unusually thick the bones along his knuckles are and how the joints don't react as quickly with pressure. I would wager he's lost between ten to fifteen percent dexterity in his hands and has begun to suffer minor arthritis. Further rapid healing would likely cripple his hands within the next five years speeding up the deterioration healing the breaks physically, but rending them useless." The Doctor explained digging through her infini-store for some of the medical braces she kept on hand and pulling one out. Balancing it on her knee she grasped Denryu's injured hand at the wrist before working to undo the bandages taking great care not to jostle the man's hand.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 9, 2018 23:44:39 GMT
"Repeated trauma... you mean he kept using the hand after he broke it?" Again, Syre wasn't entirely unfamiliar with such injury, having both been around her dad's office and read through some of his medical texts. As Cassandra ran her fingers over that hand, Denryu simply stayed silent on the matter. Having to explain that he had broken multiple fingers by punching a sandbag half-to-death was not high on his list of priorities.
In fact, despite it being his own injury, Syre couldn't help but notice that Denryu seemed almost 'detached' from the situation at hand. This was something that Cassandra was likely used to at this point, but the general's overall response to that injury was low, a mere tightening of his lip or a twitch of his nose given as that smooth surface ran over the battered hand. All the while, Cassandra's own criticisms of the world began to spill out... some more founded than others.
"If I'm hearing you right, healers without experience can cause more harm than good?"
"Its all about method." Denryu gave a shrug with his 'better' arm. "Or, you can think of 'healing' as another 'tool' in the doctor's arsenal. Taking efforts to set the bone back in place, and to clean and sterilize wounds, can be used in conjunction with healing to lessen or eliminate the negative effects - and sometimes, a 'battle heal' is all that can be afforded over a short span."
"Huh..." Her ear twitched, once more catching Cassandra's tone. And soon enough, those ears would be flat against her head: the sheer anger held in Cassandra's expression, the absolute rage that she held towards Luminas made the cat shy a bit away from her. Every word painted the picture a starker color, even going as far as to mention the brace as a mention of Denryu's difficulty.
"Knightmon set the brace," he corrected, "Though I did teach him how to do it. Phantom has worked as our resident healer for quite a while as well - between so many, we've had to pick up a few tricks of our own. Besides, I think both you and the doctor have run more afoul of Luminas for other reasons than simply being doctors." He did not elaborate - and though his tone remained flat, his intent was to try and help calm Cassandra's tone. Hapless bias here was not going to help them in the long run.
Soon enough, he'd offer his 'uninjured' hand to the cat, Syre carefully running the pads of her finger along the skin. Indeed, she could feel the bone underneath - and the thickness around the knuckle, just as Cassandra described. "There's more than that... why does it feel 'jagged' throughout?"
"Along a break, human bones add a bit of extra 'mass' to increase the durability of the area... but in a place like the hands, which constantly move, it can 'backfire'." To prove his point, he'd pull the hand back, and clench it into a tight fist - knuckles and joints popping with even that simple motion. "Because so many small bones have to be used constantly, its harder for the hand to 'fully' heal, in any respect."
That aside, it would be time to look at the hand itself. Syre would look on as Cassandra pulled those outer bandages away, and under those wooden plates... well, it wouldn't be a pretty sight. A tight wad of cotton sat atop fresh, black stitches near the middle of his hand, pink from the point that the bone poked through the back. Syre winced even at the sight, the general setting his gaze down at that mess.
"Tch..." Yeah, Denryu didn't like showing his weakness. At this, though, the cat peered somewhat close, tilting her head curiously at the wound.
"Did he try and punch metal, or something? Never just seen... well, it break from the inside out, like that..."
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Post by Cross on Oct 10, 2018 1:52:18 GMT
Cassandra took a deep shaky breath letting it out through her teeth as she shook her head. Denryu of course was right Luminas was not strictly the only problem in the Digital World nor did they merely watch Mikemon and herself simply because they were Doctors. However they were the most pressing of threats in the here and now and Cassandra had always despised being threatened. "The General is right of course. Healing is just another tool in a Doctors arsenal and like any tool it can help or hurt depending on the whims of it's user. However it is correct that an untrained healer can often cause more harm then good though having a healer on hand is better then nothing." The Doctor explained carefully peeling the bandages back as she nodded along to Denyru's explanation of having Knightmon help with the splint. That didn't however stop Cassandra from taking a sharp hissing intake of breath once she saw the full damage. Her crimson eyes going wide in alarm as she glanced up to meet the General's gaze though for Syre's sake and the man's pride she kept her face impassive.
"Human bones often pierce the skin when they break specially in areas where the muscle is thin like the hand." Cassandra carefully elaborated even as she turned to Syre with a slim smile. "I had intended for this to be a quick introduction and a basic beginner lesson before I showed you to your room. It seems however, that I may be at this longer then expected. If you don't mind I'll have Zaku show you where you will be staying and come collect you shortly once you've unpacked." The Doctor spoke tapping her digivice with her free hand as a little green Monitamon appeared in a small flash of light. Blinking away his sudden surprise at being called the little rookie was quick to snap into a salute.
"What can I do for you Oyabun?" Zaku questioned eager to please as Cassandra nodded to the Black Gatomon.
"If you would please show Syre here to the guest room and keep her company. I have a few things I need to handle." The Doctor explained motioning the two towards the door.
"Of course Oyabun! Follow me Miss Syre! It's not far." The excited little Monitamon chirped motioning for the cat to follow after after. It would only be once the two departed the door closing behind them that Cas would turn back towards the General letting out a shaky breath. Keeping her grip on the wrist of his injured hand steady so as to not jostle the appendage Cas leaned close her face a hairs breadth from Denryu's own as she caught the man's chin tilting his head so she could get a better look at the dilation of his eyes.
"I need you to tell me what you've taken for the pain right this second Denryu or did Phantom do something to numb the area?" She questioned voice low and urgent as she searched the pupils of his eyes with her own piercing gaze checking his face for signs of shock.
"Kindly don't lie you and I are two of a kind when it comes to hiding the extent of our injuries, but we both know pain tolerance has it's limits." Cassandra added softly releasing his chin after a moment to reach up and brush a few stray hairs from the man's face tucking them behind his ear as she threaded her fingers against the pulse of his neck counting the heartbeats.
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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Oct 10, 2018 2:27:10 GMT
Was it that bad?
Honestly, Syre had little context - these sorts of injuries were usually something that Mikemon had 'Shadow Stitching' on hand for. But then again, the 'tolerance' between humans and Digimon were likely different, and as Cassandra gave her reasoning, Syre returned a nod, ears flat against her head. "O... okay? I mean, sure."
She remembered Mikemon's suggestion to keep her head down, and at the sight of the walking shinobi-hazmat-suit, the cat gave a smile and a nod! The BlackGatomon would let the other rookie lead her right along, leaving Cassandra and Denryu alone to discuss the man's injury. Denryu's eyes didn't show much dilation, the normal hazel iris maintaining a steady size as the doctor examined him closely. At that question, Denryu gave a sigh: "It hurt like a truck. I'm on two shots of anesthetic - heck, I can't even feel your hand right now." Denryu's response was flat and honest, the man tilting his head to allow Cassandra to get a feel for his pulse.
It was elevated, of course, though not as much as it could have been. A few moments of silence hang between them - before he gave a sigh, to properly answer her question. "After everything had settled down - after you'd left, putting Emma to bed - I hit the gym. Thought I'd blow off some steam by beating the shit out of the sandbag, but apparently these jagged hands can't keep that up for too long. One solid right hook, I heard something 'crack', fell on the floor."
And that, of course, led to this. "Honestly, this is about my first time clearly seeing this wound. Angel cleaned it, Knightmon braced it, and Phantom's been using 'miasma' on it, off-and-on, ever since."
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Post by Cross on Oct 10, 2018 2:59:36 GMT
Cas's fingers trembled against his neck as she let out a shaky breath closing her eyes for a moment as she fought to compose herself forcing down the choking concern and panic that cloyed her throat strangling her voice. Wordlessly she cupped his cheek for a moment her own bandaged fingers trailing over his skin unfelt and unfeeling as she let her thumb lightly brush under his eyes before she pulled back.
"I won't yell at you for breaking your hand we all..." She pauses her eyes drifting to her own fingers jaw tight, "We all deal with grief and stress in our own ways." The Doctor murmured dipping to pick the brace up from the floor and set it upon the desk.
"I understand you likely didn't want to bother me given everything that has happened, but the fact Phantom has been working on your hand for over a week and it still looks this rough is not a good sign. I'm worried it might be a bad break and the last thing I want you to get is blood poisoning." Cas spoke voice soft, calm even, but her eyes were still bright with concern.
"When did you take the two anesthesia shots and what was the dosage?" She questioned pressing the back of her hand against his forehead on instinct to check for fever before cussing low under her breath once she caught herself. Sighing she pulled back carefully resting his injured hand on her knee as she opened up her medical kit and got out her advanced scanner. Adjusting the scanner for a moment she carefully went over his hand with the little beam of light checking to see what exactly she was dealing with before she reset a thermometer and held it to Denryu's mouth for him to take as she awaited the data to filter to her D-terminal.
The halls of the mansion were relatively quiet. A hush laying over the place that was almost unnatural though Syre might recognize it as the silence of sickness and recovery. She'd spy a few digimon here or there in the various rooms that Zaku lead her past, but most kept their voices low. An air of weariness hanging over them as the majority rested or ate some even reading quietly to take their mind of things.
"Here this will be where you'll be staying for the moment." The Little Monitamon explained pushing open a door to a small room that might have once been a storage room that had a futon laid out in it and a dresser pushed to one corner. It was a bit sparse, but nice as a Zaku scuffed his foot lightly against the floor.
"There's a bathroom right now the hall. Do you have any questions or need help unpacking?" He asked with a tilt of his head a question mark appearing across the little Digimon's screen.
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