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Who: Erik, Charles, Hank and Raven
Broadcast: nah
Action: the Blameless. warning for injury treatment, probably.
When: June 7th, shortly after this

[This is the second time in the span of seven days that Erik has had to pilot a shuttle while his vision isn't a hundred percent. It's almost a pattern, he thinks blearily to himself. Different causes, though. As the shuttle docks with the Blameless, he can't help but blow out a breath.

First step done. Now to get out.]

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[Fine, fine... Erik shifts his left arm again, wincing.]

I felt something crack when he hit my arm.

Stop moving that. [it comes out mildly, and he finishes bandaging the cut on Erik's forehead before turning his attention to his arm. He makes a face]

Let me . . . get you some painkillers, and after they kick in we'll look at it. [he glances back up to Erik] Are you going to give me trouble if I use the equipment? Or are we doing this the old-fashioned way?

[Hank just gets a scowl in answer. It wasn't intentional.]

What exactly are you planning to use? [Better to know, so he can answer properly.]

X-Ray. [the scowl doesn't phase him. He pushes to his feet to go get the painkillers though, talking over his shoulder] If it's broken, it has to be done so I can see how it's broken to set it properly.

Fine. [Short and to the point.]

[when returns he takes Erik's hand and deposits a couple of pills into it, then holds up some water] Take those.

. . . I promise, no equipment if I can avoid it.

[Pills, ugh. Erik gives them a distasteful look before throwing them into his mouth, and following them with water. At least he has his own personal stash back on the Heron, whenever he gets back there... the thought gives him pause. Where is Winter now?]

Well, you're hardly going to get near me with most implements if I don't want you to.

[Hank just looks unimpressed. As per the norm, when they're bickering with each other about things that aren't mutations]

If I want to get near you with something, Erik, I have my ways. [it isn't a threat, just a statement to be contrary] Let me know when those kick in.

Hank, I don't need you to delay what you're doing until the painkillers take effect. Just get it over with.

Excuse me for trying to be nice.

Give me your arm.

[Erik holds his arm out wordlessly.]

[here's the fun part, Erik, since you're adverse to the equipment; he has to poke and rub at that nice, swelling area where the crack came from. He's being as careful as he can, but regardless it's going to hurt like hell]

[He bears it with a clenched jaw and eyes staring into the opposite wall. His head is throbbing, but now his arm is worse. Maybe, at some point, his lips curl back and his teeth are bared.

But he doesn't say a word.]

[he is reminded, once again, how much he hates this. How this shouldn't be happening. So on and so forth, in the back of his mind.

He finally sighs out and faintly shakes his head] As far as I can tell, it's fractured. [he glances up at Erik] Not broken, at least.

Good. [It will take less time to heal, in that case. They're not in Kyriakos anymore; they can't expect this to be resolved in a week or less. This is reality, where injuries will plague them for weeks.]

It still needs a cast, though. [but at least, it's not as bad as he assumed. He's glad for that much] Just splinting it wouldn't be enough to let it heal properly.

[Maybe it's the blows to the head talking, but Erik finds that very confusing.]

Where... are you going to get things to make a cast with?

I . . . have it here already?

[he's giving Erik a very worried look] It's a proper medical lab.

I haven't familiarised myself with your lab, Hank. [In his own, he's only spent time around the chemicals and areas needed for stripping metal of poison. Maybe he's looked around the rest, but right now he can't recall the contents of it.]

[he makes a noise and faintly shakes his head]

Well, now you're familiar. It's the first time it's being used for it's intended purpose.

How long will that take? The cast?

[he sits back on his heels and rubs at his face]

Twenty minutes, maybe? I've done it once, and that was back when I was in school.

[Well, the painkillers will have thoroughly set it by the time that happens. Erik can already feel them starting to work. He tips his head towards Charles.]

You can start that after you're done with him. I won't move my arm again.

[. . . squint]

You two have a very bad habit of prioritizing each other without considering your own injuries.

[stating the obvious there, honestly. But he pushes to his feet with a wince] I was going to do that anyway.

I did consider them. Broken ribs are worse than a fractured arm.