[He's quite proud of this fact, it works in his favor more than against, or so he thinks. Regardless, it has now, and that's something to be satisfied with! But hey, changes in your life plan usually does a fairly good job of making you open to change, so it's better to embrace it than fight against it! If only Solus were so willing...
And here they are at the center! Of course the sight of them inspires worry from not only the staff, but other patrons. They're quick to usher the two back into an exam room, to which Solus is both relieved and...irritated by. Less so because of the help being offered, but rather because it drives home his frailty in this horrid reality he's forced to live.
Seeing as Nurse Joy is busy with examining Solus for his injuries, they usher Estinien back to the waiting area. Perhaps it's presumptuous on the staff but they give him the paperwork to fill out for Solus with whatever it is he knows, encouraging him to not stress too much over it. The man brought him in, so clearly there must be some relation between them, whether by blood or burden. In this case, definitely the latter.
It all goes relatively smoothly, and for their trouble Solus learns he's got himself a cracked rib, a moderately severe hip flexor strain, both knees are fairly bruised and likewise strained, not to mention all the other impact injuries from the fall and the resulting ass kicking. They suggest treating him with their machines, heal him right up, but he settles on refusing such. Allowing this to heal in a more natural way.
Of course this decision is made out of Estinien's earshot, mainly because he wouldn't want the man to begrudge his decision. Little does he want to suffer such pain, but he's feeling a bit...experimental. Once it's all done, he's been given some compression braces for his knees, some pain medication to help with the...everything, and they're wheeling him out in a wheelchair to Estinien. At least he looks a bit better with the dried blood cleaned up.]
I certainly racked up the list of injuries it seems, but what luck they would be kind enough to lend me this mobility device—though I must admit I was growing ever fond of being carried. [He waves for Estinien to come over to push him.] Come, my apartment is not far from here.
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And here they are at the center! Of course the sight of them inspires worry from not only the staff, but other patrons. They're quick to usher the two back into an exam room, to which Solus is both relieved and...irritated by. Less so because of the help being offered, but rather because it drives home his frailty in this horrid reality he's forced to live.
Seeing as Nurse Joy is busy with examining Solus for his injuries, they usher Estinien back to the waiting area. Perhaps it's presumptuous on the staff but they give him the paperwork to fill out for Solus with whatever it is he knows, encouraging him to not stress too much over it. The man brought him in, so clearly there must be some relation between them, whether by blood or burden. In this case, definitely the latter.
It all goes relatively smoothly, and for their trouble Solus learns he's got himself a cracked rib, a moderately severe hip flexor strain, both knees are fairly bruised and likewise strained, not to mention all the other impact injuries from the fall and the resulting ass kicking. They suggest treating him with their machines, heal him right up, but he settles on refusing such. Allowing this to heal in a more natural way.
Of course this decision is made out of Estinien's earshot, mainly because he wouldn't want the man to begrudge his decision. Little does he want to suffer such pain, but he's feeling a bit...experimental. Once it's all done, he's been given some compression braces for his knees, some pain medication to help with the...everything, and they're wheeling him out in a wheelchair to Estinien. At least he looks a bit better with the dried blood cleaned up.]
I certainly racked up the list of injuries it seems, but what luck they would be kind enough to lend me this mobility device—though I must admit I was growing ever fond of being carried. [He waves for Estinien to come over to push him.] Come, my apartment is not far from here.