your brain is bleeding.” He has an obvious lack of bedside manner in the way he says this all so matter-of-factly. It raises the question if he’s like this with all of his patients. At least there’s the decency to warn Daniel on what the scan is like.
“You have a concussion. There’s no doubt about it. Reade, I would like you to understand something: Each additional head injury is an additional risk to your brain. Your cognitive functions, the brain itself, physically. I doubt there’s anything serious, but I’d like to send you
He blinks a few times once Herbert is done with the light, making a thoughtful sound. That... wasn't a good thing; he knew little about medicine, but he knew enough.
⠀⠀`` I've had a few in the past, most likely. I wouldn’ be surprised. `` So a yes, then.
for a CT scan.” Herbert shoves his hands in his pockets.
“It will be noisy— not loud— and you might feel claustrophobic. But it’s better than an MRI. Feel free to say no. I’ll fix your wound, give you painkillers, and send you on your way. But you won’t know if
“Your pupils show a delayed reaction to light, and they’re different sizes,” Herbert says as he notes his latest findings down. He doesn’t seem all that concerned. Then he turns to Daniel.
“Have you had a concussion before? Or other history of head injury?”
his pupils slightly different sizes. A common indication of a concussion, which Daniel already assumed he had. This was going to give him a headache....
now.” Next is the ophthalmoscope, which Herbert looks through and shines a light to each of Daniel’s pupils. This was arguably a very important part of a preliminary exam, and he already knew what he’d find in the case of a concussion.
Indeed it was normal, but Herbert was a very judgemental man. Most of it, actually, came from how he already very much disliked Daniel Reade.
“Your heart rate is normal, if a little fast, but that’s expected, yes? Your lungs sound normal, too.”
“I’m going to check your eyes
“Of course.” His tone is almost mocking. To him, Daniel was almost like a kid, despite being older than the doctor himself. The apprehension. . . it was so childish.
Herbert sits on his stool and rolls in close, pressing the diaphragm of the stethoscope to the man’s chest.
sighs,⠀⠀`` Just tell me what yer doing as ye do it. ``
Daniel didn't want to spend more time inside and in a hospital than necessary, it made him anxious. And he hated every second of this.
“I’ll repeat myself; I’m interested in Gwen’s case. Even though you can’t provide me with what I was hoping. . . It’s still all very intriguing. It wouldn’t hurt to have a qualified surgeon on hand, would it?”
He holds his mug, but doesn’t lift it to drink.
"hm. .... I dont mean to assume the worst, but how would such an opperation benefit you? I can do the surgeries I prepared just fine on my own"
[ he raises and eyebrow, slowly picking his cup up and sipping the hot liquid ]
He nods again, very eager. “That would help tremendously. In fact, start now, I’ll make a record of it.”
He pulls out a small notepad and a pen. He’s very prepared. He flips to a blank page and looks at Ellie in anticipation.
Herbert narrows his eyes, wondering how a man acquires this many scars. He won’t ask. He’s sure Daniel won’t tell him.
“I’m going to take your vitals. Standard procedure.”
He takes the stethoscope off from around his neck and puts the eartips in. Then he waves the chestpiece,
He was covered in scars, akin to... stab and bulletholes. Alongside his newer injuries.
Daniel sighs as he sits on the edge of the bed, watching the doctor very closely.⠀⠀`` ....M’sorry. `` As much as he didn't trust Herbert, the doctor WAS helping him.
He shudders. “I don’t know about /you/, but us humans can’t see very well in the dark. I’d prefer not to trip and break my glasses or, worse, my face.”
Herbert speeds up as well, but only so much as to not lose track of her. He waits for a buffer period, allowing another person to enter the pharmacy behind Philips before going in himself. At least this was a believable location for him, being a doctor, but he still kept himself
[ the feeling of Someone watching her is unbearable, so she started to go faster , eventually reaching a pharmacy since they sell med kits if she remember
Stopping for a moment , she wrote something on her note before coming up to the pharmacist , she needs to make this quick . ]
The doctor steps back in once told to, and he looks the man up and down once more.
“You know, if you’re going to be rude to me, you might as well not be treated.”
Herbert grabs a few things off the wall. One being a stethoscope, which he hangs around his neck. “Sit, please.”
stopped spinning. And he took the item with a skeptical expression.
Once Herbert leaves the room, Daniel gets up and changes into the hospital gown, putting his previous clothing items on the chair neatly.
⠀⠀`` Ye can come in. `` He called out afterwards.
“Good, good.” Herbert nods.
“Miss Graves. . . Ellie, may I call you Ellie? I need you to understand just how miraculous your condition is. I’d like to keep in regular contact even after you’re discharged.”
[ she looks at her hand, skin all stiched up. She's been staring at it all day ]
Im... better.. I would say, Im not in agonizing pain anymore, that's a plus
“Yes, wouldn’t it?”
Herbert takes the string of his tea bag, bobbing it up and down in the water.
“I’m sure surgery might be needed in Gwen’s case. I’m very good, and. . . I’m still very willing to help.”