Artie and Laurie (Backdated to April 2)
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Laurie’s hands were gentle as she manipulated Artie’s ankle, trying to determine the extent of the sprain. She could see the bruising already and pushed out a small touch of her power into her hands to encourage the wound healing already begun by Artie’s body. It wasn’t much, merely hormone manipulation to discourage too much blood flow to the affected area. It would however, hopefully mean the painful but minor injury would heal slightly quicker than it would if left to its own devices.
“It’s a standard soft tissue injury, I can strap it for you but the best treatment is to stay off it as much as possible and let nature take its course.”
He hissed softly and nodded. About what he'd thought. He flashed up an icepack and question mark.
“RICE,” Laurie murmured, reaching for a compression bandage to wrap the area. “Rest, ice, compression, elevation and referral. You’re going to need to do that for at least the next seventy-eight hours and then see a physio after that.”
He nodded again. "not my 1st sprain, laurie," said the text beside his leg. "when i catch whichever assholes thought this wld be funny im kicking them into next wk.
“Then your question before was merely to fill a silence?” Laurie asked with a smile, finishing off the bandage with a small clip to keep it in place. “I’ve found people do a lot of things on April 1st that they regret later and I would forgo kicking anybody until you’ve healed.”
"How will they learn? 'Pranks' aren't ever funny. Could have been an energy manipulator instead of me."
“Harmful, or painful pranks aren’t ever funny” Laurie agreed, grabbing a bottle of water and some painkillers in order to hand them over. “Putting someone’s furniture on the lawn? Now that, I would say is funny, as long as the people involved then help put it all back.”
"Uh. No. Putting my things - my. things. - on the lawn is not funny. They're mine." Artie took the painkillers and glared "Advil?" Continuing, he added "what kind of person has so little respect for other people's things that you'd think that was funny? Like, hello, boundaries."
“Then I’m not likely to put your furniture on the lawn,” Laurie replied mildly, raising an eyebrow at his reaction to the pills. “Pranks, when done well, require that you have knowledge of the person you’re pranking and of their acceptance of such a thing. Yes, Advil. Get some rest, find the people responsible if you must, but try to remember that they are most likely children who do not know any better.”
"You don't know better! You think totally violating someone's boundaries is funny!"
“Artie, it’s not violating someone’s boundaries when they are amenable to the pranks,” Laurie noted, cleaning up after herself as she spoke. “As I said, between people who understand each other, and what is acceptable versus what is inappropriate, pranks can be quite funny. Where most people fall down is that they never check their audience or make sure whether their favoured prank is, in fact, as harmless as it seems.”
"People who understand each other?" Artie shook his head. "Are you even hearing what you said? People who understand each other? That's people who understand that you don't get boundaries, right?"
“You’re very upset, and while I understand that given the injury to yourself,” Laurie said, giving him a searching look. “Given who you work with on a regular basis, I would think you would be a more appropriate target for such a question, wouldn’t you say? Or is forgery and possible murder considered a legal and above board hobby these days?”
"Are you kidding me? How dare you try to interact with me as though you're my therapist, Laurie. Don't you ever state my emotions as though I don't know what they are or try to ignore that boundary as well." Artie stood, hopping awkwardly on one foot, reaching for his crutches and started to sign one handed before reverting text. "Everything I do for work, I do for a reason other than just shits and giggles but I guess you don't understand that."
“Okay,” Laurie replied, aware that there was no way this conversation was going anywhere, and frankly, she had better things to do then try to mollify someone intent on an argument. “I’d like to see you again in twenty four hours however to check on the progress of your ankle. If you’re uncomfortable seeing me, you can talk to one of the other doctors. I will be making notes on your file as to the extent of your injury and the current course of treatment.”
"I'll see you this time tomorrow."
Laurie’s hands were gentle as she manipulated Artie’s ankle, trying to determine the extent of the sprain. She could see the bruising already and pushed out a small touch of her power into her hands to encourage the wound healing already begun by Artie’s body. It wasn’t much, merely hormone manipulation to discourage too much blood flow to the affected area. It would however, hopefully mean the painful but minor injury would heal slightly quicker than it would if left to its own devices.
“It’s a standard soft tissue injury, I can strap it for you but the best treatment is to stay off it as much as possible and let nature take its course.”
He hissed softly and nodded. About what he'd thought. He flashed up an icepack and question mark.
“RICE,” Laurie murmured, reaching for a compression bandage to wrap the area. “Rest, ice, compression, elevation and referral. You’re going to need to do that for at least the next seventy-eight hours and then see a physio after that.”
He nodded again. "not my 1st sprain, laurie," said the text beside his leg. "when i catch whichever assholes thought this wld be funny im kicking them into next wk.
“Then your question before was merely to fill a silence?” Laurie asked with a smile, finishing off the bandage with a small clip to keep it in place. “I’ve found people do a lot of things on April 1st that they regret later and I would forgo kicking anybody until you’ve healed.”
"How will they learn? 'Pranks' aren't ever funny. Could have been an energy manipulator instead of me."
“Harmful, or painful pranks aren’t ever funny” Laurie agreed, grabbing a bottle of water and some painkillers in order to hand them over. “Putting someone’s furniture on the lawn? Now that, I would say is funny, as long as the people involved then help put it all back.”
"Uh. No. Putting my things - my. things. - on the lawn is not funny. They're mine." Artie took the painkillers and glared "Advil?" Continuing, he added "what kind of person has so little respect for other people's things that you'd think that was funny? Like, hello, boundaries."
“Then I’m not likely to put your furniture on the lawn,” Laurie replied mildly, raising an eyebrow at his reaction to the pills. “Pranks, when done well, require that you have knowledge of the person you’re pranking and of their acceptance of such a thing. Yes, Advil. Get some rest, find the people responsible if you must, but try to remember that they are most likely children who do not know any better.”
"You don't know better! You think totally violating someone's boundaries is funny!"
“Artie, it’s not violating someone’s boundaries when they are amenable to the pranks,” Laurie noted, cleaning up after herself as she spoke. “As I said, between people who understand each other, and what is acceptable versus what is inappropriate, pranks can be quite funny. Where most people fall down is that they never check their audience or make sure whether their favoured prank is, in fact, as harmless as it seems.”
"People who understand each other?" Artie shook his head. "Are you even hearing what you said? People who understand each other? That's people who understand that you don't get boundaries, right?"
“You’re very upset, and while I understand that given the injury to yourself,” Laurie said, giving him a searching look. “Given who you work with on a regular basis, I would think you would be a more appropriate target for such a question, wouldn’t you say? Or is forgery and possible murder considered a legal and above board hobby these days?”
"Are you kidding me? How dare you try to interact with me as though you're my therapist, Laurie. Don't you ever state my emotions as though I don't know what they are or try to ignore that boundary as well." Artie stood, hopping awkwardly on one foot, reaching for his crutches and started to sign one handed before reverting text. "Everything I do for work, I do for a reason other than just shits and giggles but I guess you don't understand that."
“Okay,” Laurie replied, aware that there was no way this conversation was going anywhere, and frankly, she had better things to do then try to mollify someone intent on an argument. “I’d like to see you again in twenty four hours however to check on the progress of your ankle. If you’re uncomfortable seeing me, you can talk to one of the other doctors. I will be making notes on your file as to the extent of your injury and the current course of treatment.”
"I'll see you this time tomorrow."
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