Post by The Mechanized Menace on Sept 4, 2013 20:20:04 GMT -5
Rumble gets the boxes out and begins picking up the scraps on the table. "Right, I've got the boxes already ready. They're over there," and he points to the boxes resting on one table.
The mechanic continues throwing the scraps and junk into the appropriate boxes. However, he still doesn't turn around to Teemo, and thus still fails to notice the crutch and cast hindering the scout's diligent effort in the cleaning.
Post by The Swift Scout on Sept 5, 2013 13:25:58 GMT -5
Teemo looks up at the mechanic laying out the boxes. He watches closely at which scraps are being put into which box, then tosses his two into the appropriate ones. His work is slow at first, and requires a lot more work than what he'd like. After a few more pieces the scout groans faintly and looks down at his injured foot. In a short spurt of anger, the captain leans onto his crutch and flicks a scrap near his good foot onto the table with the boxes. It takes him a couple of seconds before an idea comes to mind and once again he flicks a scrap up with his good foot, this time taking time to aim into the proper box. Unfortunately, the scrap falls short of the table and slides beneath it.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Sept 12, 2013 17:56:03 GMT -5
The scrap lands beside Rumble, and he turns around to chuckle and face Teemo. "Heh, what's wrong? I thought you had good ai- oh." His grin suddenly evaporated, and what replaced it was a surprised and slightly guilty expression.
"Dang, I totally forgot you had a cast on yer leg! Here, quit cleanin' up now, I don't want you to trip," the mechanic said as he rushed towards Teemo to help him up. Unfortunately for him, he was running a bit too fast and (unsurprisingly) tripped on a large piece of scrap metal. Rumble fell down and collided with the floor face-first, and his limbs grazed against the other pieces of junk as he slid across the ground.
"Oooow! Ow ah ow... shit... That really hurt," he moaned.
Post by The Swift Scout on Sept 14, 2013 15:26:20 GMT -5
Teemo turns to Rumble sharply when he's addressed. The moment that the mechanic starts to move his ears drop back and his eyes widen, frantically waving a hand out. "No, no I'm fine! Careful 'Bull or y-" The scout is cut off when his friend falls, making him wince. It really sounded painful.
Acting quickly, Teemo gets onto his hands and knees and carefully crawls to the other yordle. "Rumble? Rumble are you okay?" It was obvious from the blood that the scraps had made decent cuts in Rumble's arms and legs. He starts to look around in hopes of spotting a first aid kit somewhere.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Sept 16, 2013 21:12:20 GMT -5
"Uuuunnngh..."
As soon as Rumble rolled onto his back, the full damage of the fall could easily be seen. Sharp, scrap metals pierced through the skin of the mechanic as blood started to pool out and dye his blue fur a crimson red. A nasty cut bled on his right cheek and two deep gashes could be seen on his knees. Many smaller but still significant cuts covered the mechanic's arms and knees, and the scraps managed to pierce even through his special work clothes, which were more durable than normal clothes.
"I'm doing swell," he remarked sarcastically. "Ugh, my clothes are ruined now..." Rumble attempted to get on his feet, but moving his limbs proved to be too painful, so the mechanic laid on the ground and turned his head toward the scout.
"I've had worse before... but this still maims, dammit. There should be a kit in my bedroom somewhere," he pointed out.
Post by The Swift Scout on Sept 18, 2013 11:01:07 GMT -5
Teemo nods, getting up as quickly as his handicapped foot will allow. "Don't worry pal, I'll get it as quick as I can." Without wasting any time, he makes his way to Rumble's bedroom and peers around in search of a first aid kit. At first he sees nothing, though a black book next to the bed catches his eye for a moment. He chooses to ignore it and continue looking from the doorway. It doesn't take long for him to notice it on the wall right next to the door.
Snatching the kit, the scout makes his way back to his friend and gets down on his knees again, setting the first aid kit down as well. "Alright, 'Bull. First we gotta get those metal slivers out of ya and disinfect the cuts. It's gonna sting though." Not bothering to wait for a response, Teemo opens the kit and pulls out a tweezers, starting to carefully remove all of the small metal pieces embedded in Rumble's flesh.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Sept 20, 2013 1:00:20 GMT -5
Rumble lay very still as Teemo started to pull out the metal bits. Teemo did a good job at doing this; Rumble didn't feel much pain or irritation during the procedure, but this wasn't very surprising to him, for the mechanic figured that being a scout meant doing a lot of medic work as well.
"Sigh, my work clothes are ruined, and they were good ones, too! The metal bits somehow managed to pierce through the hard padding..." Rumble lifted his head up to inspect his shirt and pants. A crimson hue started to stain his work shirt as more blood oozed from the cuts on his chest and arms. The fall also managed to tear up his work pants, but only at the knee areas. A few bits of metal stuck out from the pants, though the real damage was at the two deep gashes on his knees.
"Well, good thing I have extra sets of clothes in case bad things happen," he mumbled. "Heh, you ain't half bad at this medic work though, Tee. I kinda expected it to hurt more, but you're doing a pretty dang good job, bud," he chuckled.
Post by The Swift Scout on Sept 20, 2013 7:19:52 GMT -5
Teemo smirks, almost finished pulling out the metal pieces. He knew there would be pain in store... there always was. "Don't thank me just yet. The wounds will start stinging soon... be it from bacteria or from the antibacterial spray I'm going to use. But thanks..." After a little bit longer, a plethora of crimson-coated metal bits are strewn around the mechanic and the scout finishes with the last one, unable to see anymore. He then pulls out the spray and places a hand warmly on Rumble's shoulder. "Okay... this is definitely going to sting a bit. Just relax okay?" Teemo gives his friend a warm smile and starts to gently spray the antibacterial onto his wounds.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Sept 22, 2013 3:00:08 GMT -5
Rumble tensed up as Teemo started to use the antibacterial spray on the wounds. As soon as the scout started to spray it on the deeper gashes, Rumble began to let loose a string of curse words far too vulgar to write on this post.
"OWW-W-W-OW JEEZ, I don't remember this spray hurting this much! Even my iodine medicine doesn't string this mu-OWWWWWOW!"
The mechanic shut his eyes and tensed his limbs even more, trying his best to endure the pain. He wasn't sure what hurt more at this point, getting his wounds from the fall or mending them.
Post by The Swift Scout on Sept 23, 2013 9:18:35 GMT -5
Teemo smirks and puts a few fingers over Rumble's mouth, leaning down to look him in the eye and pausing his sprays. He lets a moment of silence (or at least as much silence as the mechanic's whimpering would allow) to pass between the two before saying anything. "Just be glad I didn't use my mouth to shut you up this time. Now don't be such a baby, I'm almost done. The pain will go away in a few minutes."
After saying this, the scout pulls back and starts to spray the gashes in Rumble's knees and then moves on to the shins and feet. He would have liked to clean the wounds first, but moving the mechanic in this state would have been dangerous and he didn't have time to fill a bucket of water.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Sept 26, 2013 1:02:53 GMT -5
Rumble frowns and glares at Teemo, but he becomes very obviously flustered and embarrassed after hearing the scout's comment about using his mouth.
"WHAT?! A BABY?! If you had to go through the same pain, trust me, you'd be fillin' up wells with yer tears, mister!"
Despite the rejoinder, the mechanic's eyes betrayed him and squeezed out a few tears once Teemo started to spray the big gashes. Rumble continued to curse, moan, and whimper, not doing a very good job at withstanding the pain.
Post by The Swift Scout on Sept 26, 2013 9:27:47 GMT -5
As soon as he's done with the spraying, Teemo sets the bottle down and reaches into the first aid kit again, pulling out a roll of bandages. Then the scout goes back to straddling Rumble's waist where there are no cuts and begins tightly wrapping his hands, applying pressure whenever possible. He speaks to the mechanic with a calm voice.
"Alright, we're almost done, 'Bull. Hang in there, okay? Don't resist. We gotta get these wounds wrapped up to help the bleeding stop, then we'll head over to the hospital to get you some stitches and real treatment."
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Sept 28, 2013 13:42:51 GMT -5
Rumble wrinkled his brow and scowled at Teemo as soon as he heard the mention of a hospital. He immediately got up to his feet, though he struggled for a bit, then he balled his fists up and proceeded to rant at the scout.
"A HOSPITAL?! Pfft, like hell I need any stitches! You know what the doctors are gonna do to me there?!" At this point, Rumble's eyes grew slightly desperate as he opened up his fists and pleaded at his friend. "They'll force me into a room for days, weeks, maybe even months, keepin' me away from my precious workshop! I can't have that happen t'me!"
The paranoid mechanic paced back and forth for a moment before crossing his arms and eying at the scout, the desperate look vanishing now. "'Sides, I'll be fine without stitches. The bandages are good enough, the wounds will heal up themselves anyways."
Post by The Swift Scout on Sept 28, 2013 17:23:37 GMT -5
Teemo hadn't even finished bandaging one hand by the time Rumble stood up, which was somewhat of a miracle considering his wounds. He'd probably collapse from the pain any moment, but if he didn't, that wouldn't matter. The mechanic would soon find himself in a world of pain.
Before he can continue, Teemo swiftly raises a knee into Rumble's groin and then prepares to catch him on the inevitable forward reflex. The initial catch is somewhat unsteady, considering the mechanic's weight, but the scout is able to get low enough and get his arms around the other yordle's arms and waist for the best leverage. He has to stand slowly, his knees somewhat shaking, but after a few moments manages to steady himself. His injured foot burns with pain, but the scout has to endure it in order to get his friend to some professional help.
"Fine then. We'll just skip the bandages and head straight for the hospital." he spits out, his voice shaky. "Jeez, you weigh a ton though... I can't imagine how Trist carries around her cannon all day." Slowly and carefully Teemo makes his way to the front door, though his energy is almost fully used up after that short trip. Carrying the mechanic with a cast on his foot was definitely not a great idea. It's unlikely he'll be able to carry Rumble any further than the main gates of the junkyard.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Oct 2, 2013 13:54:31 GMT -5
Rumble gasps as soon as Teemo kicks him in the groin. Suddenly, he feels himself being lifted up, and the next thing he knows, Teemo is trying to carry him outside the workshop. So many things occurred in such a short time span; it made the mechanic dizzy and he had to rub his forehead for a few seconds to recollect his thoughts.
"Wait, what, what, WHAT?! That's not what you're supposed to say! You're supposed to say, 'We'll skip the hospital and stick to the bandages!' You can't do this to me!"
Rumble attempted to struggle out of Teemo's grip, though his attempts proved futile. His injuries weakened him greatly, and though Teemo was hindered by the injured foot, the scout still managed to maintain a very strong grip on the mechanic.
"C'mon, Tee, just put me down! Hell, even you're hurting yourself over this! I kin see you trying to struggle on that broken foot of yours! Lemme go!" Rumble continued to whine, hoping that his friend would eventually give in and just release him.
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