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The Doctor was right. Something had to be done, before things turned really bad. Eating probably would have helped a lot too, but knowing what had last been between his teeth, Orrin really did not want to. But if the Doc tried to take that thing out, he might end up hurting him. There was only one thing he could think of, something he remembered another doctor doing. Though, that one hadn't really been trying to help...

The zombie began unwrapping his many bandages. Many of the wounds were already healed, but Orrin never really had the courage to check. He then tied his feet to the bed, which wasn't easy to do with an arm that would hardly obey him anymore. Before tying his other arm, he took the ex-coat off his wound, putting it in his mouth. He tried to tell the Doctor to be careful, but it simply ended up as muffled nonsense. "Bh-bhmff... Hmmfrrh..."

(Sorry guys! Life got me. D; )

Silenda gagged at the sight of the wounds, color draining from her face quickly. She had never seen someone so grotesquely injured before, and silently hoped it would be the last. "D-doctor, sir? D-do you have anything in your bag that might numb the pain for him?"

{Apparently Cocaine was first made as an anesthetic o.O I wonder how/why people manage to abuse it now? }
"Probably not. They don't store very well, but if any is present, it would be as a syringe... Be careful around some of the sharper things inside." The bag in question was on the floor near the bed, the surgeon bending down and retrieving a few long, pointy instruments. "Whether an anesthetic would even work, I do not know." Sciurus carefully tried using one of the instruments to clear some of the mess away, trying to actually touch the wound as little as possible. He could almost see the end of the scalpel.

{xDD oh dear, that would probably be bad. xD I didn't notice you had put something up, usually I try to keep the thread with a refreshing to check that}

Finally, he had found the wound. The flesh around it was in dangerous condition, the scalpel almost completely embedded. Part of Sciurus was amazed it hadn't started out the other end, while the other part wanted to stab himself with it because it was his fault. Orrin seemed fine enough, but the 'fun' was just starting and looks wouldn't deceive for long.The surgeon looked around the room, and idea forming in his head, and upon spying a liquid bottle, he pounced on it from across the room. He read the label, and the smile his face erupted into was almost terrifying.

It was the sort of creepy smile one had before rubbing their hands and cackling maniacally, though the doctor's hands were full at the moment. He showed the bottle face to Silenda, it was a numbing agent with sterile iodine. Just what the medic ordered. Sciurus went back to the arm, spreading some of the bottle over the wound. Had Orrin been awake, he would have had a sensation of his arm icing over. If the surgeon acted fast, the effect should be enough to hopefully get the scalpel out.

{Sadly, I don't actually know what the chilly stuff is officially called, but they used it once when I had something done. & the iodine thing is that brownish liquid they also use for cleaning stuff first. /sweatdrops/ }

((Going to be gone for the weekend. Going to a wedding! X3))

The girl could not have paled even further as she peeked at the doctor working. She quietly excused herself from the area, hurriedly making her way a little down the hallway to avoid hurling in the sight of the doctor and his patient.

Orrin mumbled something into the cloth, that couldn't quite be made out. He really disliked the cold sensation, which was even colder than what he was used to. But at least he didn't feel the pain. The green man turned his head to look at the Doctor again to see what he was doing, only to be met by the horror of, what seemed to him to be, a gigantic needle. With horror in his eyes, he stared up at the ceiling, praying for it all to be over soon.

(Oh, the horror! rofl I think we might've scarred the poor witchling for life, though... Hope you have a great time at the wedding, dear~)

The thought of bigger needles didn't exactly put the guy at ease. And being compared to broken pants didn't amuse him much either. Letting out a tiny growl, his eyes narrowed in general dislike. A shiver went through his spine at the sound of knuckles being cracked, with a mild sense of panic. All he could do was hope that the Doc wouldn't see all cuts and bite wounds from earlier, and get the sudden idea to poke around with those as well. Lucky for Orrin, he was such a mess that they could hardly be noticed.

Ashamed, and slightly terrified, Orrin looked away. He was still very unhappy to have yet another doctor look him over, as it would usually end badly, one way or another. Orrin tried to answer his question, but it didn't go so well. "Mm-mh hm-mdmm mh-hth hckmff..."