christ across her knees

An Elsen blog. Status: 100% done Currently hosting Zeke (curiousvolition) Christoph works in Damien's medical bay. It is her job to determine who gets medical care. Unfortunately, supplies and time are limited. She takes her job very seriously.

[sweet-and-studious]

“Y-yeah I filed o-one. Our d-docks were attac-acked by a Von G-gacy, I got knock-cked into a crate gel-helping someone el-else escape. I-I guess uh, hhh, the spline-intering wood ripped u-up my back.” She winced as she rubbed on the disinfectant, trying her best to not move, but still flinching every few seconds.

[weepingcypress]

“Goodness... Well, you should be alright. You may need to get assistance cleaning these and changing your bandages though. It's not deep enough for stitches." Chris grabs a pair of tweezers and clicks on the light next to the cot so she can pick out the remaining splinters embedded in the worker's flesh. "Didn't get your name, hhh."

[sweet-and-studious]

Calliope nodded, hesitantly removing her shirt and turning so that her wound covered back was facing the other.

“D-does it look-ok too b-bad?” She asked nervously.

[weepingcypress]

“...yes, actually. What happened to you? I hope you filed an incident report, hhh. Just stay there, we need to get this cleaned up..." Hopefully they had enough alcohol pads. Chris grabs a handful and a jar of disinfectant and gets to work wiping the cuts down. "Try not to squirm too much, hh."

[weepingcypress]

sweet-and-studious

“I-it’s been about two days, I-I th-think.” She looked at the ground sheepishly.

“I h-had to ta-take care of th-thing-gs at work whet-ere the incid-dent happened.” She followed the other closely, messing with her tie anxiously.

“Two days is too long. In the future, you come as soon as you are injured, understand? Hhh, stopping work is fine if you’re hurt. Let’s take a look...” Chris seats her on a cot. There are several in the tent, but only one appears occupied, shielded by a gauzy curtain. “Can you remove your shirt for me?” 

[necessarymerchant]

Hhhhhhhhh…

[[ Goretober - Day 6 prompt “Cannibalism“ ]]

[sweet-and-studious]

“N-no! I-it’s no proble-blem.” She shook her head. She reached across her chest with one arm and held the opposite shoulder. She winced slightly.

“I-I just wan-wanted to make sure some w-w-wounds don’t g-get infected.” She muttered sheepishly.

[weepingcypress]

“That sounds like a problem to me. Come on.” Chris takes her unhurt shoulder and pulls her into the tent so her patient wouldn’t have to hem and haw and stammer outside for any longer. “Hhh, I hope it hasn’t been too long since you were injured. You can’t let these things sit...”

[weepingcypress]

sweet-and-studious

“If you need help, it’s going to have to be out here. I apologize for the inconvenience.” 

Warning tape is stretched over the medical bay’s doorway and oily smoke continues to rise from behind the tarp taped over it. Luckily, a tent has been set up near the entrance to the mines, a bright red + stamped on its flap doorway. Chris waves her pen at it. “Trust me, it’s very sanitary.”

[weepingcypress]

Zeke stumbles into Chris' apartment while woozy and covered in clotted blood for the second time in his life and immediately collapses onto the couch.

Oh for goodness- No, wait, this was much worse than she’d originally thought. Chris hurries over, leaning down to examine him, check for broken bones, trauma, figure out whether that blood was his or not. “Zeke? Zeke... Are you still conscious? What happened?”

[weepingcypress]

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[cercilia]

[weepingcypress]

curiousvolition:

The clones stop dead and look at each other nervously, both somehow expecting the other to come up with something better to say. Can they explain this? No. No they can’t. “…Um. Hh-hello, Christoph.” One says. “…Soooo, ah, how w-was work?” Says the other.

"Fine. You're not both sleeping in my room," she says. "One of you, take the couch. I need you to decide within a half hour. Can you do that?" There's no point in wondering why or how or for what duration. This is just something she's going to have to deal with.

[weepingcypress]

curiousvolition:

The Zekes squabble and bicker for several minutes, voices increasingly raised, until one slaps the other on the face and the most pointless slap fight breaks out.

Chris chooses that moment to open the door.

She stares at the two of them, and then looks up at the ceiling, wondering why her life is such a huge cosmic joke.

[weepingcypress]

nnhlemonsyes replied to your post: I put my radio on for the evening sinc...

(HOLY shit that is creepy )

It’s probably Lee tbh.

[weepingcypress]

I put my radio on for the evening since I’m alone tonight. Managed to pick up a station but all it plays is the sound of somebody crying. Can’t tell if it’s live or not. A bit upsetting, hhh.

[weepingcypress]

“Ah alright then. Its ok.” The big elsen laid there quietly as Chris did what she needed to do to examine his arm. “It will be annoying to get use to one arm though, but eh.” He sat up and squinted at the X-Ray Chris had put up. His arm was broken, but the damage didn’t look completely devastating.

"Mm. Fill out this incident form." Chris places a sheet of paper and a pen on the small table next to the machine. "Do you feel like you need any painkillers? You're not required to take them, but I'd recommend it, if just for when you have to sleep... Hh, you'll need a cast too, of course."

[bombing]

fuck you if you use ladders dangerously

[weepingcypress]

samefeels:

bombing:

unfollow me right now if you think it’s “cool” to use ladders in unsafe ways

hey “allies” I don’t see you reblogging this

[weepingcypress]

76818likesmeat:

980 just watched Chris as she moved his arm and put it into position. All he let out was “Ow.” He had never seen a x-ray machine before. Thankfully this was the only time he needed any kind of medical attention. Or at least it was the only time he had willingly gotten it.

“Will you have to cut it off?”

“Probably not. Provided you don't get an infection. But even losing an arm isn't the end of your career, hhh. You can still do a lot of things with one arm." The scanner hums briefly and signals its completion with a beep. Chris grabs the printout and sticks it against the lit screen, examining the damage.

[weepingcypress]

enoch-and-the-elsens:

“Yeah-yeah, i understand. wasn’t trying to start a relationship though. don’t know where that came in…” 

the tempered elsen tapped his heel on the ground some. “guess Ill get my plump ass out of here though…don’t wanna accidentally kill someone…” 

“Thank you for being so understanding." She gives him a smile that's a humorless grimace, a baring of her small, neat, sharp teeth. "Have a nice night."