11-25-2017, 07:10 PM
All he could do for the time being was just rest and hope for the best. At most, from what he felt, his stomach or the area around it anyways, felt sensitive to the touch. If he remained just as he were, without having to move or sit up straight, the pain was tolerable. It agitated him however given the priorities the nurses were giving others. Sure, he understood, but he just wanted a means to an end with this pain and nausea among other things. He could even hear and feel Trisha tapping her heels on the hard floor, her annoyance surely at a high at this point as they waited for close to an hour. Hope had finally arrived however.
His name was called and he glanced up to see the figure approaching. It was a stark contrast from Trisha, the female clad with dark hair with glasses to boot alongside the white Doctor’s coat. She seemed young from what he saw, but he wasn’t really observing looks as if someone like her had gotten that far to wear the coat, it meant they were doing a good job or that he was probably in good hands. He eased up a bit further, slowly and surely as not to let the pain creep up on him and he forced a weak smile on his face as a result to allow her to do a quick examination of his body as she slapped gloves on. After all, the School University extended out to the Hospital as well. There were a few familiar faces here and there working their butts off in various scrubs.
“No, it’s fine,” he said barely. “We...understand. No though. Nobody has come to do anything.”
There was no shame in revealing his body. He didn’t have washboard abs that models seemed to be obsessed about, but they were there all the same. When Trisha helped him lift the hoodie and shirt as a result, Red discoloration could be seen on his skin as a spot seemed a bit swollen in particular. It wasn’t his appendix, clearly.
His name was called and he glanced up to see the figure approaching. It was a stark contrast from Trisha, the female clad with dark hair with glasses to boot alongside the white Doctor’s coat. She seemed young from what he saw, but he wasn’t really observing looks as if someone like her had gotten that far to wear the coat, it meant they were doing a good job or that he was probably in good hands. He eased up a bit further, slowly and surely as not to let the pain creep up on him and he forced a weak smile on his face as a result to allow her to do a quick examination of his body as she slapped gloves on. After all, the School University extended out to the Hospital as well. There were a few familiar faces here and there working their butts off in various scrubs.
“No, it’s fine,” he said barely. “We...understand. No though. Nobody has come to do anything.”
There was no shame in revealing his body. He didn’t have washboard abs that models seemed to be obsessed about, but they were there all the same. When Trisha helped him lift the hoodie and shirt as a result, Red discoloration could be seen on his skin as a spot seemed a bit swollen in particular. It wasn’t his appendix, clearly.