Doctor Is In;

Max Ward | Doctor to Royalty. “I’m a human being. I make mistakes, I’m flawed, we all are."

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crownprincexvalentin​:

The didn’t catch up to his brain when he heard the question, but he felt his head nodding as he sank down to his knees. “Looking,” he said, a mindless like voice coming out his mouth as he starts to dig. “I do need help…looking. For the picture. So we can…take it to them.” He did’t care if they find it with just her eye or half of her, he wanted to unbury her photo so he can have it. “They can fix it?” he asked, like a desperate man. “All of it?”

Max watched as the other began his attempt, blindly digging for things as he looked on the edge of a breakdown. “Woah, hold on a moment...” He murmured, moving closer to hand the other some gloves. “Don’t want you to get damaged, too.” He offered, smiling before he began digging. “I’m sure they can at the very least restore it to it’s near glory. Or they can recreate it from how you describe. They’re very good, here...” Max knew he wasn’t selling them short. He’d had a restoration of his great grandfather done from damage in a fire. The canvas was almost completely ruined, but with his description as well as some of the portrait being visible, they’d done a marvelous job. “Where would it have been close to? This side of the room?”

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eamono-rourke​:

When Eamon entered the medical office he almost walked straight back out again when he saw that the doctor was on the phone. It was only the nod of the head that kept him there, clear that he wasn’t entirely interrupting something. Or at least he hoped he wasn’t. Still he stood there awkwardly for the few seconds it took for the other to hang up, his hands clasped firmly together in front of him. “Uh… hi. I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything? I can always come back…” the prince trailed off, before swallowing. “Um. My medication got destroyed with my room, the therapist said I should get a quick check before getting some more.” 

“Oh, no you’re quite alright. Just my old man. He’s fine. Got his nose up someone’s arse in Aberdeen.” He offered, setting himself up. He looked to the other and nodded. That had happened to quite a few of thetenants staying in the castle.  “Oh no matter there, should be easy. Are you in need of a physical? Bloodwork? Did your therapist want anything done or just the refill? And I’ll need the medication name, as well as your therapist’s name to confirm. Everyone’s got their own, it’s been a madhouse trying to get hold of everyone with the lines still being touchy.”

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giodmarco​:

He had no intentions of interrupting the doctor but hadn’t realized the man was on the phone as he walked in. Throwing him an apologetic look the guard made his way to one of the counters and did his best not to hear any of the conversation until the other man greeted him. “Apparently I need to get a once over on this wound I sustained during the avalanche. I cut myself in one of the buildings and the head guard wants me to get an all clear just to be extra thorough.” He’d already been back to work, in fact he’d started working on clean up almost as soon as he’d been released from the tea room after rescue, but he’d been given only a week to get it looked at. “It seems to be healing fine though.” Gio pointed to his stomach where the jagged cut had been made before shrugging.

Max was always very easily amused by the guards and their willingness to ignore pain or not even notice it altogether. Eyeing the wound, he looked up at the other with a slight grin pulling his lips. “You can work. For sure. But only after you let me double check and make sure nothing’s brewing.” His hands were gloved as he beckoned the other over. “Just because it looks fine doesn’t mean there’s nothing happening beneath the skin. It it’s warm to the touch, that’s not a good sign. But it won’t keep you from work, you’ll just have to swallow some horse pills.”

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claireedarby​:

She took slow, deep breaths. In for five, holding for six, and exhaling for seven. If she had been shaken or on edge, the slow breathing would have calmed her racing heart even if it wouldn’t do anything for her racing heart. “Thanks,” she finally replied once the man pulled away. “Guess that should hold me off from seeing a doctor for another five years or so,” Claire commented.

The woman listened as the doctor spoke about his history, some of which was in his file, but it was always better to hear it from someone directly. “Lots of experience then,” she murmured. “And sometimes experience is more important than the education itself. Her eyes fell on the cup of coffee. “Bronte’s Bookshop is mine,” Claire replied.

“An apple a day can keep him away permanently, don’t you know the old wives tales?” He offered as he listened to her. “It definitely gives me a leg up on anyone else who practices. Unless, they too have spent their lives training.” Then she told him she ran the bookshop, and he grinned. “Now there’s a noble profession. Books are the place where we can learn, escape to... I love a good book. Got some novels you can recommend?”

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alystudor​:

Alys rolled her eyes knowing Max was joking as he led her to a seat, “Don’t remind me. But this entire…ordeal we have facing us now, I guess it means I should probably step up and start acting like a future queen. Who knows what kind of tragedy we’re going to face if we ever make it out of this place alive.” She didn’t want to think about what Khatanga and it’s people were suffering through right now, but considering how she was raised, her mind automatically went there. His request came as a bit of a relief though. Something to take her mind off of everything. Inhaling deeply, she held it for a few seconds before releasing the breath and repeating the process, “So, what about you? Have you signed yourself up for x amount of years of servitude?” She continued breathing slowly and deeply.

“We’ll make it out just fine. Afterall, you’ve got the royal doctor at your behest.” He offered, smiling as she sat. When she asked him her next question, though, he hummed. “Well, I mean my family serves for life most of the time. But sovereignty can afford all the best medicine in the world, can’t it? Some people can’t afford to care for the common cold. It’s an abysmal situation the world finds itself in.” He explained. “I feel as though serving in my countries military will be a start. And then moving on to it’s people who are not of royal blood.”

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magdalenavari​:

Lena hesitated as she entered the doctor’s office, quickly realizing the doctor was on the phone- she’d made an appointment, right? She thought back, but her memory had been awful lately, everything since the avalanche felt like it was blending together. But then the doctor hung up the phone and smiled at her, and she breathed out a little sigh of relief. “Hi! Sorry, I just wanted to talk to you about my prescription? I just don’t have any refills left and I’m supposed to speak with a doctor before renewing it, so…” She held up the mostly-empty bottle in question.

Max grinned, nodding. “Yes that seems to be the case. And medication may have been the only thing spared since the blasted avalanche.” He admitted as he walked around the desk, holding out his hand. “What medication, what’s your usual doseage?” He asked, observing the bottle in her hand. He could dig through the hundreds of files, but Max liked hearing from his patients about their needs. “And have you had a check up in the past year?”

[alystudor]

It was gone. The book her brother had given her was gone. She had read and re-read it so many times that the cover was falling off, but it didn’t matter. It was the most personal thing she had from Alwyn, and it was just…gone. Sure, it was just a book. Compared to the lives of the villagers lost and their homes and way of living it was nothing, but to her it had been everything. Now, all she could do was sit and stare at the boarded up, closed portion of the castle fighting the urge to slip through a small opening her eyes had caught, as she continually scanned the barricade as if something would change. It was a voice that broke her concentration and left her unsettled as she quickly swiped at the tears rolling down her cheeks to appear composed. However, she refused to move from her spot on the floor; sullen and clothes dirtied from debris and dirt.

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Max stood there in the doorway for a moment, looking at her. He could pretend that nothing was wrong, go about it the way most men would and quietly work around her tears but... Max couldn’t. “.... Are you okay? Can I help?”

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Valentin didn’t know what to expect as he went to his room, hoping to find everything in tact. But seeing all that snow in his room made him stop and access the damage. All of his sweets, photos, clothes-everything had to be replaced. But there was one thing he knew that wasn’t going to be replaced, and writing to Scotland for it made him feel like he was holding on to the past instead of just moving on. But he couldn’t move for what felt like hours as he just stared at the damage of his room, silent tears falling down his face. “…she’s gone.” he said to no one in particular as he just…kept standing there as his heart shattered in two, then three, then as many times as it could. “The picture…it’s gone.”

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Max had been walking through the halls, making sure everyone had what they needed to start clearing out any damaged products, gloves, safety glasses. When he heard the other, though, he stopped. Max, himself, never had anything he cared for in the inanimate sense. Eidetic memory, and a no nonsense sort of sensibility left him without the desire to become attached to objects. But he could still empathize. “.... Would you like some help looking around? We can try to find whatever is left of it. Find one of those old-time restoration specialists.... they’re here in the castle for paintings and such.”

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Max listened to his father on the other end, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Aye, pop. I did all of that, I checked everyone out. Not a hair was left without me observing and monitoring and checking blood pressures.” He murmured. Looking at his watch, he sighed. “Pop, I really need to get back to my paperwork. Honestly, everything is okay here.” Looking up, he nodded to the person who’d just entered the medical wing. “Yes, and now I have someone to see. Bye.” He hung up the line before he rubbed his face and stood, grinning. “’Ello.” He greeted. “Welcome to the infirmary. What can I do for you?”

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alystudor​:

It was a relief knowing that doctors had the same struggles, “Really?” She turned back to face the man who was now close to her, “I guess even the professionals still have struggles to overcome.” She shot him a small smile, but his reply to her question hit home. She could relate whole-heartedly. Did she want to be the Queen of a country one day? No, but she had no choice, “I feel that on so many levels…following a path that was designed for me. I know this isn’t how a future queen should speak, but it really does suck.” Alys let out a sad laugh, before obeying “doctor’s orders”. Moving closer towards him, the young woman stumbled slightly as a feeling of lightheadedness overtook her body.

“Well pardon my thoughts on the matter, your highness...” He grinned, and met her gaze. “If you’re going to be the queen, you’ll have plenty of choices to carve a path out for yourself. The only considerations you’ll have to make are your people.” A high responsibility, indeed, having to live up to thousands of different expectations. “We all want something outside of what other people think is best for us, I think. At some point what we feel and crave become known and we work with it from there. Unless you’ve signed some super official contract and signed yourself up for x amount of years of servitude.” Or you father signed it for you, that is. Max watched as she stumbled, reacting quickly, he steadied her a moved to her gaze level. “Hey, now... I can’t catch a princess. My hands are too tarnished. He helped her to her seat and kneeled down. “Deep breaths.”

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pimchaiket​:

“Well so far so good and I’ve been here for over a year now,” she replied, which was surprising given all the hard stone around the place. His accent had sounded familiar and as he continued to talk it clicked with Pim. “You have the same accent as Duncan!” She grinned as she listened to his life here in Khatanga, giving a light tut at the end. “It’s surprising with us lot. Especially me, I must be due a semi-major incident soon. Not that I’m trying to end up in the medical office or anything.”

Chuckling, he tilted his head. “It’s a good accent, aye.” He joked befoire she continued on. “Well please, don’t make it semi-major. If you’re going to go all in, you may as well go for the gold. Broken bones, carnage. The kind of damage that makes men faint.” A light laugh fell from him as he nodded to her. “So what is it you’ve been doing around here this past year? Anything fun? I haven’t quite found my niche yet. Not a fan of skiing, don’t much like the cold.”

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claireedarby​:

“Colombian. Black.” Her reply came quickly and automatic, with no particular thought needed. She knew that the moment she had that cup of coffee she’d feel at least some type of calming relief. The stress would be off her shoulders completely once she knew that Klaus and Ollie were both okay. Getting out to see her shop and home was just an excuse to see her boys. “Hope against an avalanche falls flat.”

She offered a small nod of her head. “Fair enough,” Claire muttered. She cracked her neck quickly before taking slow, deep breaths as he directed. When was the last time she had seen a doctor and had gone through this little routine? It had been far too long most likely. “Been a doctor long? You look young.”

Her breathing was good. Didn’t sound like she was in any sort of respiratory distress that could become problematic. Her heart rate was steady, even. Holding at around 85 beats per minute as he glanced at the second hand on the clock. Then she asked her question and he took the stethoscope out of his ears, slinging it over his shoulders. “Everything sounds good....” He offered, grabbing his hand sanitizer from his back pocket and wiping his hands.

“Yes and no. Logically speaking I got my PhD about two years ago now. Experience speaking? I’ve been along with my father since I was about 15.” He offered, glancing back to her with a small half grin. “Now about that coffee....” He turned a grabbed a cup, making sure to pour the colombian for her. “So what kind of shop do you run?”

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claireedarby​:

Claire turned slightly at the voice, eyes narrowing. She knew the basics of him, as she did all of the staff, but that was, of course, not to be shared. “I don’t want food.” she replied with a shake of her head. It was a lie, as her growling stomach made quite clear, but it was a matter of pride when it came to admitting it. “If there’s coffee floating around, i’d be happy to have that,” she decided. Sighing, the woman shook her head. “No chance of frostbite and yeah, I just want to make sure my house and my shop aren’t completely destroyed.

As her eyes took in the stethoscope, she glared. “If that thing is cold, I can’t be held accountable if I punch you,” she warned.

Hearing the rumble of her stomach, he glanced from it, to her but let it go. People had other worries at this time, hunger couldn’t be on the top five. “There is.... three different styles too. Dark roast, Colombian, and decaf. How do you like it?” At her next answer, he tilted his head and sighed. “Well, hopefully we can get you lot back to the village soon. I’m hopeful that everything will be alright.” 

Then her eyes turned to his constant companion and he shook his head, small smile on his face. Holding the bell out to her he sighed. “I’ve been holding it in my hand for a bit.” He stood just beside her before putting the equipment on, and, let a hot breath touch the metal for good measure. Letting it settle on the middle of her back, slightly to the left of her spine he looked at her. “Deep breaths. And then coffee.”

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  You will be BROKEN

       —  but 🇳​🇪​🇻​🇪​🇷​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇵​🇮​🇪​🇨​🇪​🇸​.

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- Robert Frost

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pimchaiket​:

Pim watched with fascination as the other worked, clearly from his expertise at patching the victim up he was a professional. That made Pim feel a bit better about being stuck there, even if she was sure that was the only injury suffered anyway. “Oh, well it’s hard to ruin something that was never there,” she joked, letting out a laugh. “The hardest part for my family was keeping me in after concussions.” Grinning back brightly at the man, she held out a hand for him. “Pim Chaiket. I don’t think we have either, which is surprising. Do you work down here or in the castle?” 

He took her hand, grinning and shaking it. “Let’s try to keep you unconcussed for the interim of our stay here, shall we?” Nodding towards the castle he hummed. “I’m a doctor for the royals.” His deep scottish accent sticking out as his voice softened. “Bit of a humdrum life, but I come down here and aid who I can when I can. It’s not like someone consistently chokes on hors d'oeuvres, or breaks a bone after breaking a heel.”

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alystudor​:

His request was something she could easily follow. Sitting the first aid kit down near the man and his patient, Alys made her way back over to a small table and some chairs. It was a relief to have something to lean on, because the ringing in her ears alerted her to the fact that at any moment, she might be on the floor, “I do not doubt your ability to take care of this man, but it’s the bleeding like a stuck pig thing that’s getting to me.” She sent him a crooked, yet worried smile, before turning to look at something else, “I’ll be fine. Blood was just something I was never good at looking at. Even as a child.” She looked to the window that was covered in snow, “Did you always want to be a doctor?”

He took note of what she said before he made his way over to sit by the girl, observing her carefully and waiting for the moment she may collapse carefully. “Not a lot of people can handle blood, even when they work around it often. I’ve seen doctors go sheet white at unexpected trauma.” He explained. At her next question he shrugged his shoulders. “I’m following the path that was designed for me, I guess.... I’ve never really known anything else.” Once he felt the knob on the back of his head ease a little bit, he moved to be just a slight bit closer to her. “If you don’t sit down, though, I’m going to have to become a human cushion. You look like your blood pressure shot down a bit far.”