death comes for us all

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TW: Overdosing, drug abuse

Her fingers began to twitch. One, two, until it resembled cohesive movement. For once, the datapad was relinquished from his hands. He simply only watched, one leg propped up on the canvas wall of his pavilion, his arms crossed, as Nox began to show the hints of life again.

He had found her, splayed before the entrance of his Slums clinic. Her skin was deathly cold, veins pulsing purple and eyes bloodshot. He was not a strong man, but she was light, and he easily could pick her up and lay her in one of the examination chairs. After a brisk assessment, quickly concluding it was yet another overdose, he administered naloxone and inserted tubes down her throat to aid in her breathing and pump her stomach of any remaining contents. He worked efficiently, with deft quickness, and after treatment monitored her symptoms until her heartbeat was steady and she could flicker open her eyes once more.

It was a dance that they had engaged in for a long time, since Micah became indebted to the Spades and she was a spindly little thing. If Micah felt any sympathy towards her, it was the common state of their dependency on the Spades supply. Perhaps even he felt a little sorry for her, as it was hard not to feel for a fifteen year old with the promise of death on clammy skin and focus-less eyes.

Every time, she came alive. Micah never worried for this- he was confident in her strength and, moreso, his skill. When she became conscious, breathing, eyes flickering open in reaction to the dull yellow light of his clinic, Micah said simply, "You're awake. Good."

Then he pushed himself off the wall, turned his back and his attention away from Nox and continued about business, clacking away on his terminal like a teenager had not just almost passed on his watch. He spoke, monotonous, informative, "There's a cup of water and an energy bar on the table beside you."

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Posted 08-07-2021, 07:20 PM This post was last modified: 08-07-2021, 07:20 PM by Micah Scofield

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It had all been so much fun. The thrill and the rush and the beats pumping through her veins alongside all the rest she had been indulging herself on. It was great to know she was untouchable. She could conquer the world and so much more. She could feel her heart thumping loudly in her head, the erratic noise echoing within the vast blur of a mind she was trying to get to cooperate - unsuccessfully.

Her breathing had started to become heavier as her heartbeat had picked up even more, making her spin both inside her mind as out onto the street. Her legs started giving out from underneath her as she had tried to make her way down the Slums and onto the next place she felt like going. Her lips curled into an endless teeth baring grin she no longer had control over. It had all been so much fun.

She had hit her head on the way down - when her legs had finally given up on this endless parade. The buzzing added to the noise in her skull, her temples pounding as she pressed her palms to her face to numb the pain. She had to go. Go get home. Go get safe. Go get --

Nox had only found her way to the tent by luck, it seemed. Her feet had known the way. Or had it been those hands at her arms that she seemed to had registered at some point that had gotten her to the point. All she knew is that her brain had been on fire, and her body had followed suit.

The first few breaths were ragged and hoarse, like lungs that had only just figured out how to deal with the rough air surging over its surface. She could still feel her head thumping from her earlier tumble - though it was hard to discern the difference between what the stone wall had done and what she had done to her own system.

A familiar voice echoes through her head as she tries to find her bearing. The horrid light above her piercing into her eyes, the smells of the clinic's contents burning her nose - it all meant she was alive. Her fingers reach for the cup of water, only to spill most of it as her muscles uncontrollably make their own way back into proper functioning. The remaining liquid tinkles down her throat, only to usher in more coughing.

She wasn't entirely sure what had just been shoved down her throat for it to feel like this, and frankly, she wasn't too keen on finding out.

Disoriented she tries to sit herself upright - trying desperately to see what the fuck was going on around her. Her body clenches tightly within itself, making her hurl over and throw up whatever small amount of stomach content still present after drinking.

Her hands clasp at the side table next to the treatment chair, accidentally pushing it over as her instinct to try and stay up straight takes over too wildly. This time, she was sure the thumping feeling in her head was from the sudden contact it had made with the floor below her.

Posted 08-08-2021, 02:57 PM

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He heard shuffling behind him, the stirring of sheets and the sputtering that followed. None of which wrestled his attention from the terminal screen, where charts and numbers and reports flashed before his lensed eyes. It was only when he heard a metallic clatter that he flinched in reaction and look over his shoulder to see Nox and the cart at her side toppled over, medicinal tools and capsules clattered about the dirt floor.

He sighed heavily, and once again diverted his focus from the data before him to Nox. In earnest, she was still struggling, her skin pale and clammy as a raw chicken's and her eyes glazed and confused. His eyes appraised her body, the way her hands shook, and the pile of liquid vomit beside the examination gurney. She would be fine- it just required patience and understanding of her own limits, both of which she lacked.

Calmly, Micah gripped the edge of the fallen cart and pulled it back up to its wheels. Then he pushed Nox down, not forcefully but not kindly either, so that her back was pressed against that of the gurney. Out of the pocket of his white coat he pulled a black handkerchief and wiped away the corner of Nox's mouth, where a droplet of vomit still clung to. Again, the action was not out of care or maternal-like attention but medical necessity, so that when he flourished a light he could peer clear up in her nostril, her mouth, going through the motions of a routine physician's check up.

"You're vitals are fine," he stated, more to put Nox at ease than from any concern on his part. And then he noticed the she held her head, the discomfort as it lay against the thin mattress. He tilted her head forward and placed attentive fingers over the arc of her skull.

If Micah had found something disconcerting, it didn't show on his face or action. He removed his hand, examined her brusquely, then asked.

"Please try and follow my finger." He stuck his forefinger up and held it in front of her face. Then hovered it from one side of her face then the other, watching her eyes as he went. He retracted that hand.

"You've got a small concussion. Nothing to worry about, just get some rest." The doctor arched a brow at Nox. "Can you do that?" Disbelief punctuating his voice.

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Posted 08-19-2021, 03:17 PM This post was last modified: 08-19-2021, 03:18 PM by Micah Scofield

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