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Post by Laurence Chambers on Apr 14, 2009 23:41:17 GMT -5
Laurence was worried by hearing Matilda agree that she hoped the same. He wished there had been a more confident tone to her voice, knowing that this would be the end, but he knew well enough that in situations like these, it was hard to stop the cycle, even when the woman tried. It gave him a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. She was too young to be going through this. Girls her age should be enjoying life, not being stitched up in clinics. Her attempt at reassuring him that she’d take action should it happen again, did very little to comfort him. He hoped that she would tell someone, or if she didn’t want to, that someone who did care about her, would see what had happened, that she’d be forced into getting help from someone close to her.
Laurence nodded as she stated she didn’t have allergies. He knew he had to get his focus off of her emotional state and the circumstances which brought her here. He had to focus on just the medical aspect. He had done all he could to prevent it from happening again, which he knew was next to nothing. At least he could make sure her forehead didn’t get infected and that their wasn’t too big of a scar.
“You’re welcome” He said softly as she thanked him. It was his job, and he knew based on his current thoughts that he’d even do things outside of his job to help her. If the guy responsible for this showed up while she was still here, he’d take care of him. He saw the twitch of her brow as the water met with the wound. “Sorry…” he apologized for any discomfort he was causing her. He let the water wash out the wound a little more until he was satisfied with the irrigation he had done. He then took the syringe with the local anesthetic from the metal tray beside him. “You’re going to feel a little sting at first, but then you shouldn’t feel anything…if you do, please let me know, I can always give you more” Once he let her know, he carefully injected the anesthetic by the site of the wound. “Sorry if this hurts a little now…” he apologized knowing needles often caused patients a lot of stress.
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Post by Matilda Stone on May 9, 2009 21:45:45 GMT -5
Chewing on a loose piece of skin in her mouth, Matt worried about how she had just responded to the doctor’s question. She knew she should have been more upbeat to reassure him that of course everything would be fine, that she wouldn’t allow anything else to happen, that there was someone out there who she could rely upon to ask her, but she hadn’t found it that simple. For some reason she couldn’t seem to completely lie to this man, though she assumed it was due to the size that her secret had become. She worried now, though, that he would think her a pathetic kid who couldn’t look after herself, or who didn’t have the wits to know what she was doing, on top of everything else that had piled up in her mind.
Her expression, which she had been attempting, rather poorly, to keep quite blank now wavered between pain and worry, the flickering expressions tensing her brow and not helping the burning wound. However, allergies, needles and water did a lot to return the blissful blankness to her mind, even if it was painful to experience. Thankfully, she had no problem with needles, not showing a propensity for irrational fears. She knew that the jabs would hurt at first, but ultimately they were good for her.
“S’okay,” she responded as he apologised for making her wince, unhappy that she had made him need to apologise for doing his job. This doctor was so uncommonly nice; she hadn’t been subject to many experiences with the medical profession, having never even broken a bone, but the odd times she had been made to attend the clinic at Neah Bay, she had always found the doctors there to be oddly stand-offish. Dr. Chambers was anything but…
Her dark eyes flicked to the side without moving her head as the doctor mentioned the next steps in her treatment, but she was unaffected by the sight of the needles. However, as the needle was inserted into the thin skin around the site of the wound, Matt couldn’t help but twitch in response, her nearby eye being shot with water. The autonomic reflex instantly irked her, knowing that she couldn’t attribute it to shock as he had warned her fairly. She raised her voice in a tentative manner, missing his voice almost as soon as he stopped speaking, though she knew that he couldn’t exactly chat away whilst he was taking out the procedure. “It’s not that bad…”
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Post by Laurence Chambers on Jun 3, 2009 8:32:14 GMT -5
Laurence watched as her expression stayed nervous and worried. He hoped his questions and responses were not making her more upset. He was there to comfort her and provide support. She obviously had enough stress and worry outside of here, he didn’t want to be adding to it now when he was supposed to be making things easier for her. It was his job to yes, but even if it hadn’t been, he knew he’d still have this desire to help her. It wasn’t just professional courtesy he felt towards her. And it definitely wasn’t professional the way he wanted to protect her, and see her again.
Laurie nodded as she accepted his apology for causing her pain and continued on with his work. Once knowing that she had no allergies he was able to numb the area with anesthetic. Unfortunately administering the anesthetic required him to insert a needle into the already painful open wound. He saw her flinch as it made contact, knowing he was doing everything he could to be gentle, but there was only so much you could do to keep a sharp object from inflicting pain. He empted the syringe into the wound in a couple different areas as quickly as he could to get it over with, hoping the drug would soon take effect.
He put the now empty needle on the small cart beside him. He had seen her eye immediately fill with tears though being a sweet girl, she had tried to tell him it wasn’t that bad. Most patients would have been complaining and cursing him for making it worse even for the moment. He reached over to the counter and grabbed a tissue for her, handing it to her. “Here you go” He said softly. “The anesthetic should work quickly to numb it. I won’t start the stitches until its completely numb, the pain part should be over” he said trying to reassure her.
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Post by Matilda Stone on Jun 11, 2009 20:21:54 GMT -5
Forcing herself to take deep, even – well, mostly even – breaths, Matt found that she could keep calmer internally than she had been managing for the past few minutes. She could feel herself just at the brink of bursting into tears and she couldn’t think of anything more mortifyingly embarrassing at that point. It was bad enough that she had to present herself to this man in such a state of disarray both physically and pretty obviously socially; if only she could have met him in better circumstances. It was at that point that the thought of wanting some kind of lasting relationship or at least acquaintanceship crystallised in her mind. That was odd to be thinking of that now while everything else in the world (or La Push, at least) seemed to be imploding in on her, wasn’t it?
Although she appreciated Dr. Chamber’s commendable efforts to make the anaesthetic as painless as possible, the sting as the needle went in and as the liquid was pumped in was still quite noticeable at every injection site. Happily, she had felt worse in her life and her pain threshold was usually quite high, but that same threshold had taken quite a battering and she couldn’t stop herself from reacting no matter how harshly she told herself just to stay still and stop fussing. She bit her lip, scraping her teeth over its surface in an effort to take her mind off that site of pain by causing another as a distraction while the drugs took effect.
“Thank you,” she said, softly, taking the tissue from the doctor with a very light blush, she dabbed at her eye, leaving her eyelashes saturated with water, which made them look thicker than ever. “The painful part wasn’t so bad, I guess I’m just a bit of a wuss, but there we go.” She offered the blonde doctor a small smile as he explained the next steps in the procedure, appreciating being told what was going to happen. She knew that once the pain had died down she would thank her lucky stars that she got such a sweet, attentive doctor who seemed to be able figure out what she needed explained, or discussed, or even when she just needed a tissue.
Slowly, as the drugs too effect, Matt’s grip on the edge of the chair loosened and the small smile that she offered Doctor Chambers grew slightly more natural, given the situation. “I think that… might be it…” she uttered, speaking slowly as she tried to figure out how she would know if it was completely numb or just half there.
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Post by Laurence Chambers on May 20, 2010 22:01:09 GMT -5
"You're welcome" Laurie replied softly as she thanked him for the tissue, an added act of kindness that he felt really needed no thanks. He could see she felt embarrassed for even needing it but sensed any words on his part telling her she shouldn't would only add to the embarrassment instead of help to alleviate it. "You're not a wuss at all" He assured her with a light smile.
He gave the anestetic a few moments to work, knowing that it wouldn't take too long, but not wanting to risk starting the stitches too soon and giving her any more pain at all. When he saw that her body and expression both began to relax he knew the drugs were starting to have their intended effect. He nodded as she vocalized the same.
Moving closer to her once more he lightly touched the area of the injury and kept an eye on her responses. "You shouldn't be feeling anything anymore...tell me if you do" He said knowing that he would stop if she needed any more medication to keep her experience as painless as possible. He opened up a fresh package for the needle and medical thread and started prepping for the stitches.
While he knew that her situation was a stressful one, he also hoped he could attempt to relax her, or at least distract her while he fixed the pieces someone else had broken of her. No one wanted to have to focus on the thoughts of someone giving them stitches. "Have you lived on the reservation your whole life?"
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