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[burnyoudown]

[Where did he even start with this?

He wore a pair of white-rimmed sunglasses even though he was indoors, and he raised his right arm, showing off the splint he was wearing on his forearm. It wasn't the same as a cast, he didn't know if it did the job as well, but it was the best he had.]

I've been dealing with this shit for a while. Is there a hospital here? Anyone who knows what they're doing with medical shit?

[He should probably clarify better-]

It's broken.

[And it was far more important than the cut on his other arm, which had more or less healed already thanks to the weird shit that had been going on most of the last few weeks. He was worried it was going to scar, but he'd also rather have a scar than a broken arm.]

Been that way for a while. A few weeks? Something like that.

I don't like asking for help, but-

[He shrugged, dropping his arm out of frame. After a moment's pause, he ended the video.]

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[kree_soldieress]

The hospital in Temba is more reliable than that in Sh'Ka at this point I believe. If you use your communicator and open the map function, it will indicate the location. It is west of the Agricultural Center and the Security Station.

There you would be able to take the medical datapoint to learn how to set a bone as well, if none of the medics are present.

How did you come to be injured?

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[burnyoudown]

[He really debated about texting back or replying in some other way. In the end, though, it didn't take much effort to text, so-]

gotcha
thanks

I'd rather wait for a medic tho than try to fuck with this myself
even with a datapoint

some fucker decided to escalate things when we were just talking

[That wasn't...entirely true. He left out the part where he'd pulled a gun on the guy.]

[kree_soldieress]

The medics here are alll, to my knowledge, skilled because of the datapoint alone. But I understand your point.

Oh? Someone injured you deliberately? Who? I will see them brought to justice.

[burnyoudown]

yeah I don't like things getting in my head
got too much shit going on in there already

and yeah it was pretty damn deliberate
i can fight my own battles tho
but if he starts shit again I'll let you kno

[kree_soldieress]

As you wish.

Alright then. Because we deserve safety here.

[burnyoudown]

yeah
it could have just been because of whatever the fuck was going on?
I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt before siccing people on him in general

[kree_soldieress]

Benefit of the doubt? I do not understand what you mean in saying this?

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[stitch_witch]

[Hopefully this wasn't coming too late. Lark was still learning the communicators, even with the datapoint, and she wasn't always certain when things were taking place.]

If it has been broken so long and has not been addressed, it may be healing improperly. It would be wise for us to find you a healer soon. Meanwhile I'll make a sling for you if you desire. It would be spelled to promote healing, but it is no replacement at all for the proper care of a healer.

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[burnyoudown]

Yeah, I've been thinking about that.

[About it healing improperly. He didn't know if it was or wasn't at the moment, but the idea of having to break it again to set it properly didn't...really appeal to him.]

Is a sling much better than having just a splint?

[On the one hand he wouldn't turn down help, on the other, he didn't want to be a pain in the ass and waste time if the hospital was going to fix all of his troubles.]

I'll check out the hospital first and then let you know, about having a sling.

[stitch_witch]

It depends on where and how the bone is broken. Sometimes you want both, if you can't otherwise hold it still.

[Really, she just wants him to be safe.]

If you need help, do please ask.

[burnyoudown]

Oh.

[Well, shit. He knew where the bone was broken but not how. Assuming how meant if it was just a fracture or something else. He wasn't an expert in broken bones.]

If I get a cast or something, would a sling still be a good idea?

[stitch_witch]

It may well be. It is something we would do in my world. But I am given to believe that I'm from a less advancedtime.

[burnyoudown]

[He made a thoughtful noise.]

I wouldn't turn down something that could help.

[At least when it was just a sling. He'd probably get tired of it after a few days, but maybe he wouldn't.]

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[usedtobesmoller]

[All Steve ever wants is to be helpful. To make sure he can protect people and keep them safe. He picked up the Security data point so he could do just that. But here? On this world? How useful was that, really? He was smaller than so many others and sick himself half the time. And people like this? They were getting injured all over the place.

Steve makes a decision and shoots off a message back.

He still doesn't quite understand texting.]

Dear Joseph,

If you need a medic, I am going to be picking up the data point. I can meet you at the hospital and take care of that arm for you. Lord knows I've had enough bones of my own set to know vaguely what I'm doing.

Sincerely,
Steve Rogers

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[burnyoudown]

[???

This guy wrote texts like they were letters. Kavinsky'd never seen anyone do that before. Then again, he didn't know anyone who still wrote letters anymore, either. Not unless it was academic.]

whoa man
no one calls me joseph
it's kavinsky

I definitely need a medic tho
been putting off getting this shit looked at for too long
I've got directions to the hospital
so I'll be there in a few

[usedtobesmoller]

[Okay. This text response wasn't exactly what he'd received in the past. Still, the man was in pain. That probably explained it.]

Hello Kavinsky,

Sorry for the mistake. I will just need to make a short stop but I will meet you there in about ten minutes. Until then, try not to move the arm too much?

Thank you,
Steve

[burnyoudown]

it's no problem man
easy mistake to make

I'll do my best
might be too late for 'try not to move it too much' tho

[He was already on his way out the door while they texted, heading to the hospital. It was a bit of a trek from the theater where he lived, but he still got there within ten minutes, still wearing his sunglasses and the splint his boyfriend had fashioned for him.

He didn't mind waiting if he had to; he'd been waiting roughly two weeks with a broken arm. Waiting a little longer wouldn't kill him.]

[usedtobesmoller]

[Steve takes off the minute he can. He knows on the map where the data point for medical is and heads off there first before searching out for Kavinsky. It wasn't hard to find him.

Steve looks at the arm and winces in remembered pain.]

Hi. Mr... Uh. Mr. Kavinsky, sir? I'm Steve.

[He extends a hand before pulling it back and remembering the guy shouldn't be moving his arm around.]

Yeah. Okay. Let's get that set before more damage happens. I just need to dig around for some supplies. But let's go find a place to set you up.

[There had to be beds or something. Just a matter of locating it all.]

[burnyoudown]

[Mr. Kavinsky. He almost said that was his father and he was just Kavinsky, but as amusing as it was, the politeness was also endearing. It was leaps and bounds better than being called trash.]

That's me. You're smaller than I expected.

[He didn't know what, exactly, he'd expected from a text, but. This guy was even shorter than Jiang; Kavinsky felt tall.

Moving on as if he hadn't just kind of insulted Steve, he added-]

Bones have to be rebroken if they've started healing wrong, don't they?

[There was no sense beating around the bush when it was something he was concerned about. He'd rather have a straight answer instead of hemming and hawing over it. Not that he knew if his arm was healing wrong or not, just that with how long it'd been, anything was possible.]

[noch]

[ She hates texting, so here's a video! Her Dathomiri accent sounds eerily similar to a Russian one, how strange. ]

Perhaps I can help. My healing spells are limited without the Water of Life, but a broken bone is not so difficult.

[burnyoudown]

[He appreciated not having to text yet again. Her accent also piqued his interest for a moment, if only because he was Bulgarian and had heard accents like that around his father's associates. He was also Jersey-born and had a vague New Jersey accent rather than anything else, himself.]

That's a generous offer. I'm used to doing things the old-fashioned way, but...

[Healing his arm with magic felt a little like cheating, but he stole all the time and cheating wasn't that much different.]

D'you mind if I think it over a bit before I make any decisions?

[noch]

[ She interprets his reluctance the wrong way—you can probably thank Greez for that. ]

If you are afraid, there is no need. I am not a healer like some of my sisters were, but I learned the basic spells. Your arm will not fall off.

[burnyoudown]

Well, I wasn't afraid until you said my arm won't fall off.

[He still wasn't afraid, really.]

That's not actually a possibility, is it?

[noch]

Only if you do not remain perfectly still during the incantation. Then it is very likely.

[ Please know that she's joking, even if it's probably impossible to tell from her deadpan delivery. This is just her sense of humor. ]

[burnyoudown]

Sweet.

[Which was an...odd reaction to being told this sort of thing. He wasn't even sure if she was serious or joking, but he was too busy imagining someone having to sneeze at just the wrong moment and losing their arm.]

It's a fine line between healing and dismemberment, huh?