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New Day, New Medic [Flakeblood!]

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Blue:
Everything was finally set up - as in, his large heating lamps were finally installed and on, causing the tiny med bay to warm by a good five degrees to start with. Curled up on a stern metal chair beneath one of these large rectangular lamps, basking in the orange glow, was the new medic - Bjarte. Very clearly an alien by way of his tail, large ears, and unusual prehensile ‘horns’, the gray skinned creature was just as unusual for his tiny stature - a full two feet shorter than most others on board the Puke Juice.

This solar system was full of giants regardless, this ship just had larger-than-average morons in his opinion. Feeling marginally better now that his form was warming up, he was quietly going about the tedious task of filing away all of his small medical instruments - aside from Ari, he’d not made a point of meeting any of the crew. If they needed his attention, they could cart their huge asses down here to see him. He was going to avoid the frigid ship whenever possible - socializing was at the very bottom of his to-do list, somewhere below ‘jumping into the next available star’.

Flakeblood:
The halls looked a lot wavier today, or perhaps it was all in his head. Or his vision, whichever. Llyr couldn't believe something had come down on him that hard. He was generally built sturdier than the average human, and could take punches and random stabbings pretty well. Hm, should he have hired himself off as muscle instead? No, he really had no fighting skills to speak of.

His poor reflexes were probably the reason he was now wobbly making his way down the corridors to the medical bay where, apparently, the medic had finally settled in. Llyr certainly hoped so. He was getting a massive headache from... whatever is was that had smashed him upside the head. Others maintained that it was debris from the little ship they had been taking apart. Someone had stupidly left a piece dangling loose, so that when Llyr started shifting the parts below it, it had fallen and hit him.

He didn't buy that. Someone had to have hit him purposely. No way gravity could have as much force as a careless coworker. ...Or an enraged lover. One or the other.

Regardless, it was incredibly hard for him to think to deeply in his state, so to the medical bay he went. Luckily, he'd been able to deny his need for any escort and leave before the real symptoms had started in. He was starting to see little spots in his vision and everything.

He slowly slid his dark body around a corner and saw the door he needed in the hall before him.

"Finally," he murmured.

He rubbed a long, delicate hand along the side of his effeminate face, the other arm across his torso in a comforting self-hug. He reached the door and removed his arm hug to let himself in. He carefully put one foot in at a time, lowering his head a bit to fit in the door frame without injuring himself yet again. He should have removed his platform sandals, but it would have made only a small difference. Besides, he really did enjoy wearing them.

For a moment after he entered the room, Llyr didn't notice anyone. Was the new medic off doing something else? Before he could begin to imagine the terror that was waiting hours with a large headache, he saw movement from the corner of his eye. Thinking it might have been the spot in his vision playing tricks on him, he removed the hand from the side of his face and looked down, focusing his blind-seeming blue eyes to notice a small... lizard thing.

Well, like he hadn't seen odder? The lizard, for he didn't know what else to classify it as, never having met any other of his species, was quite short. No wonder Llyr had missed him before. He thought he'd had to look down at people before. This man—or woman?—was as tall as a human child.

He hadn't seen this person around before. Was he the new medic? Considering the size of the medical bay, which was small, Llyr figured he had to have been spotted by now.

"Pardon me." The spots were in full force, dancing across his vision and making it hard to focus. "I don't suppose you could check me for signs of a concussion?"

Blue:
…He wasn’t sure if this should be really funny or really sad. He was stuck somewhere between the two as he sat calmly in his seat, watching the large…whatever it was look around the room in confusion. For fuck’s sake, he was small, but he’d never had somebody completely overlook him before. Instead of speaking up, he just let the great big thing flounder about until it eventually noticed him, at which poin the continued to give Llyr a very flat emotionless stare.

Well at least it had something similar to manners.

“I suppose I can.” Was his dry reply, before he finally uncurled himself from the seat and stepped out across the floor on dainty paws. His locomotion was smooth and elegant, but completely swallowed up by his overlarge clothing - never mind though, he doubted anything in this solar system would be perceptive enough to even notice something so subtle. At least this one wasn’t a human - anything human reminded him of Ari, which made him want to stab people in their soft fleshy parts.
But enough about hurting people, he actually had to do his job this time.
Amazing that somebody should come to him with an injury, rather than to just irritate him.

“Alright you oversized fish-thing, bend down so I can actually reach your head would you?” Staring up at Llyr, the deadpan medic waved him down with a small hand, his tail curled up behind him idly. Seriously, he was going to have to invest in a stepladder or something…they just kept getting bigger, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to climb up people just because nature went on some freaky gigantism kick.

Flakeblood:
It—He? His voice was deeper than expected—looked even smaller close up, and having to look almost directly down wasn't doing much for Llyr's head, never mind his vision. He heard the command the little lizard gave, along with the insult, but he was too dizzy to argue. He carefully backed up to the nearby wall and slouched against it before sliding down, both hands on the vertical surface to slow his descent.

Even sitting flat on the floor, he was fairly tall. He had never measured, but he estimated himself to still be almost three feet. However, he was shorter than the medic now, so reaching his head should pose no problem.

"Technically, a warm-blooded amphibian," he corrected.

It wasn't important, but he felt the need to say it anyway. Odd that most species should think him some sort of fish just because he was born in water and preferred it to mate. Maybe people simply didn't study ancient animal species as much as they used to? He had never bothered to ask.

Llyr sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing at the side of his face again. The little spots had turned into blotches, and even when he closed his eyes, they burst like bright, colorful fireworks on the insides of his lids. He hated injuries. That was one reason he never chose to fight and instead negotiated or flirted his way out of trouble.

He wasn't really sure whether he was supposed to tell the medic the reason for the injury or not. Was it really pertinent in this situation? Besides, his story would likely clash with what everyone else said, since he was holding out on the intentional-head-bashing-by-crazy-ex-lover excuse.

So, instead of giving some far-fetched reason for his injury, Llyr simply pointed to the area of his head that the pain was radiating from and then attempted to relax. His blank eyes stared at the far wall as he tried, unsuccessfully, to banish the splashes of color overtaking his sight.

Blue:
Hm, well, apparently whatever was wrong with the overlarge thing was bad enough that it had to use the wall in order to get into a sitting position. Lack of balance and coordination, then…
Moving forward to take advantage of the new vantage point, Bjarte readied himself for the task of touching another living thing. A big deal, when you had hands such as his.

“Right, oversized frog-thing then. My mistake.”
He snorted then, and grabbed Llyr’s head none too gently, turning it this way and that to better his own angle of inspection. What Llyr would not be privy to was the amount of ambient information Bjarte was skimming from his own biological processes - everything from body temperature to blood pressure.
“It would seem you lofty cranium got in the way of something blunt and heavy.”

Stepping back, he shook out his hands as if there were something unpleasant on them. Really, he was just trying to disperse the uncomfortable tingling sensation he was left with.
“You’ve got a mild concussion. You’re an amphibian, as you said, and your body will likely heal easily enough. As you may know, sleep is ill-advised, and in your case you should stay vertical - no laying down for at least thirteen hours. There is the problem of swelling - your skin is not as…pliable as one would like. You can get an icepack, or I can cut open the rather large lump on your skull. Either will reduce the built up pressure, so it’s up to you.”
He shrugged, entirely nonchalant about the entire event.
As far as he was concerned, he was here to keep the crew from dying, not provide wonderful bedside service.

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