5th Mikan [Voice//Action]

[mikandelinquent]

 [Hnngh.

Bellemere wakes up in a dress, for one thing. For another, she's leaned up against a tree on the outskirts of town, bleary and tired and she's thinking injured—her hypothesis is correct when she goes to move and her legs buckle: instead of her arm catching her, it gives out from the pain coursing up and down it. It's only then she realizes, lying there, that her arm is eerily injured like it had before she died.

Not a coincidence, she's guessing.

The rest of her isn't exactly in the best shape either; needle marks and abandoned cuts from struggling back and forth from her cell... 

Not important. She pats the area for her journal, catching it with her good hand. When she speaks, she strengthens her voice as best she can. No reason to give into the drugs making her legs feel heavy.]

[Voice]

Sorry I was gone—but I'm on my way back now. I'll be home in no time. 

[She shifts, grunting as she goes to walk.]

It's been a good amount of time, right? Don't tell me there were any crappy shifts since then...

[She forces herself to her feet, gritting her teeth, pissed off more than anything. There's a figure moving from the forest through town, toward the Strawhat house, bloody and fueled by stubbornness, if anything. She just. Wants a smoke. And a place to lay, maybe something for this arm dangling uselessly at her side.]

[[ooc: breaking time isn't too big a deal! Replies might be a bit slow at first XD]]

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[mikangirl]

[She lets out a breath, and then finally turns a reassuring smile on her crewmate, though a little strained.] I can probably help you there. I just can't...deal with this kind of-- this kind of damage.

[tanukipwnt]

Good; just leave that part to me. [And into the medical bay they go. Chopper guides Bellemere to one of the beds and, with Nami's help, eases her down onto it. Then there's no time wasted in cracking open a medical kit.]

Could you take care of her superficial wounds, please?

[mikangirl]

Done. [If you don't mind, Chopper, she'll help herself to some clean warm water and disinfectant and silently wash out some of those cuts first, being incredibly delicate with the ones on Bellemere's face. Better to not wake her up if she can help it.

Once she's satisfied they're clean, she'll wrap them; she could deal with them with Nala, but she'd rather see how much the more serious injuries will drain her first.]

[tanukipwnt]

[First thing's first - Chopper's already prepped the anesthetic, and with practiced care, he tracks down an injection site and swiftly administers it. Can't risk Bellemere coming to. With that done and Nami taking care of the cuts, Chopper turns his attention to the arm.]

[It's...ugly. Swollen and bruised - at a glance Chopper can tell it's broken, but as to what extent he isn't certain. If only he had some of the more advanced equipment, like in the Battledome - the Malnosso occasionally grant requests like that, don't they? - but for now, they can't risk delaying treatment any longer, and Chopper goes about it the old-fashioned way: feeling for it.]

[...]

[...shit.]

The swelling is severe. [And making it difficult to get a read. More difficult than it should be for a simple break.] We'll need to operate. Nami, get my reduction instruments.

[He hasn't figured out how to integrate them with healing magic yet - but he's working on it.]

[mikangirl]

[Nami freezes at those words for just a moment--and then goes to do as he says, her voice drifting back to him quietly.] She might wake up again. Can we drug her?

[tanukipwnt]

We are. [The response is prompt and flat; this isn't the place for old, clouded memories. Already he's taking an IV pole and jumping onto the bed to hang a bag of liquid from it, the tube snaking down into Bellemere's arm where she'd been pricked earlier. His mind is elsewhere.] How good at you at channeling your magic to specific locations? Could you limit the output into precisely measured locations?

[mikangirl]

[Her shoulders sag in relief at that response, and then Nami brushes those memories aside herself. She collects Chopper's instruments carefully, considering that question with a lot of thought.]

I can. I've had a lot of practice. Just...tell me where.

[tanukipwnt]

[He's quiet for a moment, considering. Then there's a sharp, short nod, and Chopper reaches for his surgical gloves, a quick surge of his own healing magic pouring through as a quick disinfectant. Neat little trick he picked up from Nala last time around.]

Okay. Here's how we'll do it: I'll perform standard reduction procedures...but instead of using screws to hold the fractures together, we'll be using healing magic. We'll need to take it one step at a time to avoid healing anything before it's set in place.

The use of screws may also be temporarily needed to alleviate pressure from other areas, so be aware of that as well. We won't know exactly what the damage is until the procedure begins, but as long as we take it slow, there shouldn't be any problems.

[He pauses to send a glance towards his crewmate.] She'll be okay, Nami.

[mikangirl]

I know. [She believes that. She believes in her doctor. The low tremor running through her is born of rage that she's desperately trying to keep under control here, so the smile she gives Chopper is a little jerky.] Just tell me what to do and I'll do it, Chopper. No questions asked.

[tanukipwnt]

Then let's begin.

[When the wound is opened, the damage is what Chopper feared - fragmented bones, just barely held in approximate position by torn, bleeding flesh. But they're large and that's good. He'll do a sweep for shards during the procedure, but with the immediate structure largely intact, it's by no means unsalvageable.]

[First: re-aligning the intact sections of the radius and ulna. Reduce stress at the joint; get a sturdy base to attach to. Chopper's forceps are at the forefront of the task, carefully easing the skewed bones into position. He checks his work.]

Healing magic at the break.

[mikangirl]

[Nami brings her fingers close without touching, lip caught in her teeth as she concentrates. She's used to applying Nala's gift in a more general sweep, but she's by no means a stranger to this, and the wash of magic is careful, steady and pinpointed to the break.

Her work takes maybe twenty seconds, and she darts a diffident look at Chopper when she's done.]

[tanukipwnt]

[He breaks the grimness in his expression at that look, offering her a smile that's meant to be reassuring; it's never easy to operate on loved ones, and she's doing well, all things considered. Her aid is only making things go more smoothly.]

[When she's finished, Chopper eases the pressure from the break slowly, then moves to the next fracture. Same procedure: re-align, apply pressure, healing magic. No weak spots that need added support yet. Everything fitting together so far. Just need to make sure the magic holds out.]

[About halfway through, the bone structure is beginning to look solid again; Chopper begins cleaning up the internal hemorrhaging where they've already finished, his own magic sealing the wounds cleanly. Still no bone shards. He spares a look towards Nami as he pieces together the next fracture.]

Almost done. How's your magic holding up?

[mikangirl]

It's okay.

[And it still is, though she's tiring rapidly now. She thinks once they're done here she'll just curl up in a chair and not care about things for a while. If she can manage it. Nami spares Chopper a smile in return, a reassurance she's got this and that she's okay.] How are you doing?

[tanukipwnt]

The procedure is going well. [This time the grin that he flashes is easier, if not a bit worn; these sorts of procedures can wind the nerves tight. But It's the truth. They're nearly done, and no complications thus far. They'd have to see about any therapy that might be needed when she wakes up...but they'll cross that bridge when they come to it. For now -] Once we get everything in place, you can take a break. I'll be able to handle it from there.

[And if there's no objection from Nami, they'll dive right into it.]

[mikangirl]

All right.

[Her magic's a bare touch on the next break, more practiced and pinpointed to where it needs to go. It's less cost. But she's still exhausted by the time she's done on the last one. Nothing that can't be fixed by just collapsing into a chair for an hour or two, but she still glances up at Chopper to make sure there's nothing else she can do.]

[tanukipwnt]

[When the last break mends and the soft glow of magic fades, Chopper inspects her work. Clean and precise - nothing where it isn't supposed to go. He hums and wrinkles his nose as he drops the forceps in a silver tray; now that Nami's done the heavy lifting, he can clean up the rest and address any concerns that might come up during the second sweep. His magic should be more than adequate.]

[He offers a look towards her, nodding.] Thank you, Nami. You can take a break now.

[Whether she stays in the med bay or goes outside, he'll leave to her.]

[mikangirl]

...thanks. You'll be okay with the rest?

[But she's already collapsing into a chair by the bed, tilting her head back to rest against the wall.]

[tanukipwnt]

[He doesn't answer for a few moments, instead grabbing a smaller pair of forceps and poising them over the wound. When he looks over at her again, the smile comes a lot easier this time. You did good, Nami.]

Yeah. Leave it to me.

[mikangirl]

Okay. I'm here if you need anything else.

[But she suspects he doesn't, and so with a weary smile Nami just curls up in the chair and shuts down for a while.]

[tanukipwnt]

[Even after the operation is complete, it's nearly an hour later that Chopper will disturb her - he recalls all too well what magical fatigue is like, and it's best to let her sleep some of it off. But he also knows she'd get angry with him if he didn't keep her updated, so eventually, he wanders over to shake her shoulder, a cup of cocoa in hoof.]

Nami, wake up.

[mikangirl]

[It takes her a moment, pulling herself back up to alertness. Nami cracks an eye open just as the aroma of cocoa hits her, and she smiles fuzzily. If he's offering cocoa, nothing's gone wrong.]

Hey.