Clarice & Darcy | Human Embroidery
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xp_logs(backdated) Clarice stitches Darcy up after her encounter with Malice.
Darcy was extremely grateful for the speed and lack of disorientation that Clarice's portals had as she limped into one of the medical rooms, hand gripping the other woman's shoulder tightly. "I don't think I can bend enough to get my pants off," she rasped. "Gonna have to cut them. Maybe best if I stand for it. I can hold onto the bed."
"Lean on the table," Clarice instructed, grabbing a set of specialty shears from the drawer, "And before we cut them, let me try to pull them down for you. They're good pants." God, she wanted a shower and about 8 hours uninterrupted. Not yet though.
"Go with the shredded parts as aesthetic instead of mishap? Good plan." Leaning was... less good, she found out. At least facing the bed. A yelp of pain accompanied a bloom of red across the sheet, leading her to firmly press her hands against the bed and hold, shoulders trembling. 'Please just need mostly surface stitches,' she thought to herself, closing her eyes as blood dripped from her forehead.
Snapping on a pair of gloves, Clarice pulled out what she needed, "This will help," she offered, giving a quick lidocaine injection to take the worst of the pain. As that kicked in, she arranged what she needed on a tray and switched her gloves. "You ready?" she asked.
"It's only taking the edge off, but do what you gotta do," Darcy admitted through gritted teeth. "She had.. something liquid on her claws. Put my nerves on fire. Now there's a little less fire. Can stand long enough for you to get a good look at my hip and leg, but my stomach and hand really aren't liking this position."
"Laying on your back better?" Clarice asked wanting Darcy as comfortable as possible for potentially a longer period of time than the other woman could do like this. The angle for stitches wasn't as great that way, but she could work with it if it helped her patient.
Darcy hissed as her hand buckled, and she ended up bent farther over the bed, resting on her forearms. "Bitch got too much of my hand," she rasped out. "Definitely some muscle, maybe nerve. Feels like fire ants playing with hot pokers and every time I put pressure on it I want to puke." She was putting as little pressure as possible on it now, and she wiggled her foot at Clarice. "I'll get on my back for you soon as my hip and leg are taken care of."
"Then let's get this party started," cleaning the wounds and the subsequent stitches and bandages went quickly and soon, Clarice was helping Darcy onto the table to lay down. "And now for the main event. The lidocaine helping at all? I can give you more."
"Taking some of the edge off, but I can still tell what you're doing. I'd honestly rather just have something for pain and muscle relaxing after, give it time to get in my system and just let me sleep once this is done." Darcy gave Clarice a wan smile. "It's fine enough for now, I'm just tired and want the day done. And pain makes me bitchy, so I'm hoping to be passed out before I hit that part of the night."
"You're fine," Clarice responded automatically. Her tolerance for bitches was low outside the medlab, but in here it was near infinite. No one was at their best when in pain and she understood that.
Getting started on cleaning and stitching her wounds on her front and side, "Usual rules apply, be gentle, no working out or stretching. No stairs. These are the self- dissolving sutures, so they'll take care of themselves if you take care of yourself. Have your harem do your fetching. And I'm going to give you antibiotics, pain meds, muscle relaxants and stool softeners. I expect you to take the full course of them all."
"I reserve the right to not take all of that last one if the antibiotics do the usual job of tearing up my stomach," Darcy replied dryly. "But I promise to finish the antibiotic and not play games with my pain levels. I'll take a full dose when I need it and space it out with OTC once I can." She could feel the pull of the needle through her skin, and while it didn't cause extra pain, it was a weird thing to experience. "I hope my hand doesn't need surgery," she mused, holding it up and staring at it. The blood was tacky, congealing. That was hopefully a good sign. "You think we should get scrapes from under my nails? I did have my fingers in her body. Get someone to analyze what's been done to her DNA?"
"You will take all your antibiotics and tell me or Jean if the side affects are too much so we can adjust as required," Clarice answered without looking up, "And I'm only prescribing a stupid level of pain meds, not a realistic amount because there's no use in wasting it. So you will take it as prescribed."
Snipping the last suture, she stood properly and stretched her back. "Yeah. we're going to do a full kit and analysis," she indicated the predone kit on the counter, "After I finish this up."
"Bossy," Darcy huffed, wincing lightly as she stuck her tongue out at Clarice. "Fine. I promised with the antibiotic, I don't fuck around with not finishing those. Someone can make sure I have yogurt. But I'll take the pain pills and muscle relaxers too. I'll let medical know if the nausea or stomach upset is too much." Her brain searched for something she was forgetting. "Wait, no stairs? Please don't say you're making me stay down here until I'm allowed to use them."
"There are elevators in this place," Clarice responded dryly. "We're ADA compliant. But you pull those stitches and ruin my pretty work, I'm going to be so disappointed. You know better."
Darcy blinked. The words made sense, but she didn't actually remember ever seeing them. "Right, that makes sense. Don't worry, I won't mess up your human embroidery on purpose. Next time some sequins and metallic thread, I think. Maybe beads. If I'm gonna be full of stitches, I might as well be fuckin art."
"Can do," Clarice grinned, snipping her last stitch and going to get the DNA kit, "How you holding up?"
"Pain's at..." Darcy took stock of everything. The Lidocaine had taken the edge off, but it hadn't fully numbed her, just made it grit-teeth bearable. "I don't know, I don't really have a reference for worse honestly. Everywhere she touched hurts. Low nausea. I know I'm going to have to eat later and I dread it."
Taking care of cleaning under Darcy's nails as quickly as she could, Clarice moved into her line of vision, still as steadfast as she'd been, "I'm going to give you something to sleep. But first, I'm going to get you up to your room and settled. Sound good?"
"Sounds great. Take care of yourself too, though, or I'll send Inez after you." Darcy gave Clarice a wan smile. "Get some quality gal pal time in, as the internet says."
Clarice snorted and rolled her eyes, "From your mouth to God's ears," there was way too much to do, "But I'll try. Now sleep. I'll check on you in a while. And call if you need me."
Darcy was extremely grateful for the speed and lack of disorientation that Clarice's portals had as she limped into one of the medical rooms, hand gripping the other woman's shoulder tightly. "I don't think I can bend enough to get my pants off," she rasped. "Gonna have to cut them. Maybe best if I stand for it. I can hold onto the bed."
"Lean on the table," Clarice instructed, grabbing a set of specialty shears from the drawer, "And before we cut them, let me try to pull them down for you. They're good pants." God, she wanted a shower and about 8 hours uninterrupted. Not yet though.
"Go with the shredded parts as aesthetic instead of mishap? Good plan." Leaning was... less good, she found out. At least facing the bed. A yelp of pain accompanied a bloom of red across the sheet, leading her to firmly press her hands against the bed and hold, shoulders trembling. 'Please just need mostly surface stitches,' she thought to herself, closing her eyes as blood dripped from her forehead.
Snapping on a pair of gloves, Clarice pulled out what she needed, "This will help," she offered, giving a quick lidocaine injection to take the worst of the pain. As that kicked in, she arranged what she needed on a tray and switched her gloves. "You ready?" she asked.
"It's only taking the edge off, but do what you gotta do," Darcy admitted through gritted teeth. "She had.. something liquid on her claws. Put my nerves on fire. Now there's a little less fire. Can stand long enough for you to get a good look at my hip and leg, but my stomach and hand really aren't liking this position."
"Laying on your back better?" Clarice asked wanting Darcy as comfortable as possible for potentially a longer period of time than the other woman could do like this. The angle for stitches wasn't as great that way, but she could work with it if it helped her patient.
Darcy hissed as her hand buckled, and she ended up bent farther over the bed, resting on her forearms. "Bitch got too much of my hand," she rasped out. "Definitely some muscle, maybe nerve. Feels like fire ants playing with hot pokers and every time I put pressure on it I want to puke." She was putting as little pressure as possible on it now, and she wiggled her foot at Clarice. "I'll get on my back for you soon as my hip and leg are taken care of."
"Then let's get this party started," cleaning the wounds and the subsequent stitches and bandages went quickly and soon, Clarice was helping Darcy onto the table to lay down. "And now for the main event. The lidocaine helping at all? I can give you more."
"Taking some of the edge off, but I can still tell what you're doing. I'd honestly rather just have something for pain and muscle relaxing after, give it time to get in my system and just let me sleep once this is done." Darcy gave Clarice a wan smile. "It's fine enough for now, I'm just tired and want the day done. And pain makes me bitchy, so I'm hoping to be passed out before I hit that part of the night."
"You're fine," Clarice responded automatically. Her tolerance for bitches was low outside the medlab, but in here it was near infinite. No one was at their best when in pain and she understood that.
Getting started on cleaning and stitching her wounds on her front and side, "Usual rules apply, be gentle, no working out or stretching. No stairs. These are the self- dissolving sutures, so they'll take care of themselves if you take care of yourself. Have your harem do your fetching. And I'm going to give you antibiotics, pain meds, muscle relaxants and stool softeners. I expect you to take the full course of them all."
"I reserve the right to not take all of that last one if the antibiotics do the usual job of tearing up my stomach," Darcy replied dryly. "But I promise to finish the antibiotic and not play games with my pain levels. I'll take a full dose when I need it and space it out with OTC once I can." She could feel the pull of the needle through her skin, and while it didn't cause extra pain, it was a weird thing to experience. "I hope my hand doesn't need surgery," she mused, holding it up and staring at it. The blood was tacky, congealing. That was hopefully a good sign. "You think we should get scrapes from under my nails? I did have my fingers in her body. Get someone to analyze what's been done to her DNA?"
"You will take all your antibiotics and tell me or Jean if the side affects are too much so we can adjust as required," Clarice answered without looking up, "And I'm only prescribing a stupid level of pain meds, not a realistic amount because there's no use in wasting it. So you will take it as prescribed."
Snipping the last suture, she stood properly and stretched her back. "Yeah. we're going to do a full kit and analysis," she indicated the predone kit on the counter, "After I finish this up."
"Bossy," Darcy huffed, wincing lightly as she stuck her tongue out at Clarice. "Fine. I promised with the antibiotic, I don't fuck around with not finishing those. Someone can make sure I have yogurt. But I'll take the pain pills and muscle relaxers too. I'll let medical know if the nausea or stomach upset is too much." Her brain searched for something she was forgetting. "Wait, no stairs? Please don't say you're making me stay down here until I'm allowed to use them."
"There are elevators in this place," Clarice responded dryly. "We're ADA compliant. But you pull those stitches and ruin my pretty work, I'm going to be so disappointed. You know better."
Darcy blinked. The words made sense, but she didn't actually remember ever seeing them. "Right, that makes sense. Don't worry, I won't mess up your human embroidery on purpose. Next time some sequins and metallic thread, I think. Maybe beads. If I'm gonna be full of stitches, I might as well be fuckin art."
"Can do," Clarice grinned, snipping her last stitch and going to get the DNA kit, "How you holding up?"
"Pain's at..." Darcy took stock of everything. The Lidocaine had taken the edge off, but it hadn't fully numbed her, just made it grit-teeth bearable. "I don't know, I don't really have a reference for worse honestly. Everywhere she touched hurts. Low nausea. I know I'm going to have to eat later and I dread it."
Taking care of cleaning under Darcy's nails as quickly as she could, Clarice moved into her line of vision, still as steadfast as she'd been, "I'm going to give you something to sleep. But first, I'm going to get you up to your room and settled. Sound good?"
"Sounds great. Take care of yourself too, though, or I'll send Inez after you." Darcy gave Clarice a wan smile. "Get some quality gal pal time in, as the internet says."
Clarice snorted and rolled her eyes, "From your mouth to God's ears," there was way too much to do, "But I'll try. Now sleep. I'll check on you in a while. And call if you need me."
