wanted a serious title but i'm wondering which of them is shrek and which is donkey (we know)

[brokeassgoing]

Continued from all this beauty

[He's had a pretty hard time stumbling around after his injury...but that doesn't really stop him. Whiny as he is, Badou had too much to do. Sure, he'd stayed mostly at home these past few days, but he's been very busy. No laying around, no unconsciousness for too long.

He's been developing the film he'd taken during the last job, carefully cultivated in the darkness of his nasty little bathroom, the chemicals would sting his nose if he wasn't used to this already.

So it's no surprise he's been so focused he's forgotten to do some stuff around the place, lately. And will probably not notice a new visitor in the form of his little old man buddy, either.]

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[brokeassgoing]

[she's so efficient and in heels too.

Badou just blinks, gives a nod and a slow, almost confused:]

Okaaaay....?

[private_npcs]

[ She just gives him another smile as she gently directs him toward the kitchen exit. The moment she places a hand on his mid back, she slightly frowns, her hand moving up to press against his forehead. ]

It seems you are running a low grade fever. Come along, the sooner we get to the infirmary, the sooner we can get you sorted.

[brokeassgoing]

[oh, he hadn't even been feeling out of sorts, and she can tell just like that? technology, wow. another nod, he does want to just get this over with painlessly as possible]

Lead the way.

[private_npcs]

Of course.

[ Grace is always chipper, her bedside manner designed to be maternal. Even for someone who isn't one of her kids. She leads Badou upstairs to the infirmary, which looks like a standard doctor's clinic. ]

Go ahead and have a seat on the table.

[ She directs as she goes put on her apron and walk over to the supply cabinet to pull out some basic supplies.]

If you'll show me your injury, I can clean it up for you.

[brokeassgoing]

[he hops on up there slowly, nearly doesn't make up it up there, but there he is, only sweating a little.

finally, he shrugs his shirt off, wincing slightly]

Thanks.

[private_npcs]

[ Grace pulls on a pair of gloves as she brings the supplies over to the tray by the table. She does note the slowness of his movements and the way he favors the injured side.]

You're welcome, dear.

[ She says kindly as she moves over to him to check on the bandaging that's already there. She notices that it was hastily put on, so she carefully goes to remove it and looks at what she's working with. ]

Oh someone's been a little rough. It looks like I'll need to redo some of your stitches. Once we get these freshened up, I'll get you some antibiotics.

[brokeassgoing]

[he groans, hating the sound of that. that's going to be uncomfortable, and they don't have time to be treating him with delicate kid-gloves or anything. also stitches, yuck.]

Your littlest son did the first round of this. Clearly he didn't learn from you, huh.

[private_npcs]

Well I'm sure they would have held fine if they hadn't been abused. Would you like a local anesthetic to dull the pain?

[ She asks kindly as she is aware that some of her sons prefer to feel everything. But she won't assume that Badou is the same way. From a purely medical standpoint, she can see that his wound was treated with crude methods and then hit with enough force to tear a small part of the stitching. The area is warm to the touch, which means a small infection is likely brewing, but she's sure a round of antibiotics should handle it. ]

[brokeassgoing]

[he grumbles because she called him out without calling him out!! she does it so casually, without even meaning to and with no inflection, but he feels chastised...

a wince.]

Yeah, please numb me up, thanks.

[private_npcs]

Alright then go ahead and lie back on the table and I'll get you sorted.

[ She gestures for him to lie down, so she can work more easily and he can be more comfortable as she turns to grab the anesthetic out of the cabinet. Everything about her movements are quick and efficient as she walks back over to Badou and procedures to sit up the injections that will be needed for this.]

I have one for the anesthetic and the other is the antibiotic.

[ She lets him know as she assumes he wishes to know this things. ]

[brokeassgoing]

Okay...thanks a lot.

[he's still not thrilled...but he lays back and closes his eye, as he does not want to see the needles at all. still, give him that good stuff]

[private_npcs]

You're welcome.

[ She offers him a reassuring smile before he close his eye. Her touch is gentle as she rubs a alcohol pad over the injection site on his arm and then she gives him the numbing shot. She goes about preparing the other stuff she'll need as she waits for the medicine to do its job and give him sufficient numbness.

Delicately she touches the wounded area after a while to see his reaction.]

How does that feel?

[brokeassgoing]

[the needles don't hurt as much as the actual injury, obviously. but still unpleasant. after a few minutes, there's a pleasant numbness that spreads across his skin, and when Grace touches the spot, he shrugs.]

Just the pressure. You're good to go.

[private_npcs]

Very well then.

[ She nods as she starts by wiping down the wound, carefully cleaning it and then she removes the old broken stitches, carefully cutting them away with the suture scissors. She moves efficiently enough, cleaning the wound again once the old stitches are removed. Then she goes about restitching the wound with fresh sutures. Once she's done, she cleans things up one more time and places a fresh bandage over the area to protect it from further infection.

Then she gives him the shot for the antibiotic last.]

There you go, all finished.

[ She tells him as she moves over to the cabinet to pull out a two small bottle of pills and brings them back over to the table. ]

You can take these with you. The first one is more antibiotics. Take two a day for the next week and that should kill any infection you were developing. This one is a pain killer, try to only take them as needed for the pain.

[ She holds the pill bottles out toward Badou with a kind smile on her face. ]

[brokeassgoing]

[while she worked Badou had kept his arm over his eye, clearly not wanting to see a single bit of her task, even though he could feel the tug of the stitches, the pulled skin. it was an uncomfortable feeling.

when she's done he pulls his arm from his bleary gaze so he can finally see it's over. and there are pills at the end. better than any lollipop. he takes them, offers a shaky smile.]

Gotcha, doc. I'll follow your instructions to the letter. Thanks a lot...bet your kids uh, were really well taken care of with you kissing their boo-boos.

[private_npcs]

[ She smiles and a slight chuckle escapes her lips. Taking care of her children has been her biggest priority. It's only recently that she's been able to see a bigger picture. ]

You're welcome, dear. I did my best but they didn't always make it easy.

[ A rare admission that things weren't perfect. Gently she pats Badou's arm. ]

Take care of yourself, young man.

[brokeassgoing]

Figure that's the way kids are.

[robot mom...kids with powers....practically an actual robot dad. but its clear to anyone, even someone half blind, how much they care about each other. he offers her another small smile.]

Thanks, ma'am. I will.

[private_npcs]

[ She gives Badou a nod and a small smile of her own. ]

Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat.

[ Robot mom, is still a mom after all. And clearly poor Badou could probably use a little bit of motherly care.]

[brokeassgoing]

I, er, you don't have to or anything.

[just because this is all her duty doesn't mean she has to for him, he's not her kid]

[private_npcs]

[ A slight frown crosses her face, before she smiles again.]

Well of course, I don't silly. But I am offering.

[ Even as a robot, she can see that Badou's had a tough time. ]

[brokeassgoing]

Oh. Well sure, yeah.

[he could use something to eat for sure]

[private_npcs]

Alright, do you want to rest up here or would you like to come back downstairs?

[ She asks, she's honestly fine with either option. He's the one who is hurt after all. But she'll fully admit that he looks like he could do with meal and probably some sleep. But these boys are always so stubborn about self care. ]

[brokeassgoing]

I can come down. [much as he doesn't want to face any stares or comments after all this. but he hops off the bed, winces a little, but stays upright.

a triumphant thumbs up]

[private_npcs]

Come along then.

[ She smiles warmly as she gestures for him to follow her back to the kitchen, so she can make him something to eat and she can check on the others and see how they are doing. Hopefully there is some news about Five. ]

[brokeassgoing]

[he follows along, the dread he initially felt at seeing the others again is lessened. maybe at the prospect of food, maybe it's the numbness, who knows!

all he does know is he needs to settle down. and he does, right at the table, giving an 'oof' as he plops down. a couple of the siblings seem to have moved on, at least]