Just a Mouse ~ COD MW2 2.0

1 ~ first contact

I took a glance out the window, watching the snow fall gently onto the surface of the ground. I turned back to my male patient, gently wrapping their ankle with a flexible and breathable bandage. "On top of work restrictions I ask that you refrain from stepping outside in this weather. I've noticed ice on the usual walking paths and under snow, It would be unfortunate for you to end up slipping on it." The patient nodded slowly, his eyes focused on his neatly wrapped ankle. "Aye." He responded begrudgingly, scratching the top of his short Mohawk.

I gently removed his foot from my thigh as I rolled backwards in my chair. Moving to a wide and lengthy closet, I pulled out a tall box from inside. "Compression socks are a great way to regulate the blood flow in the swollen area. I encourage the daily usage of this from now on." I handed the small box to the patient. "Your next appointment is scheduled for next Tuesday at 2:30 in the afternoon, the patch will have shown the expected results by then."

The patient slowly moved his bandaged ankle in a circular motion. "I've heard o' these from an old bunkie.. He said that the wait was worth it." I nodded at his recollection. "It's called an Ionto Patch™, it's precise and effective. The process may be long, but the outcomes are excellent." I helped him put on his boot as I spoke. "Keep it on for the required 12 hours, we will see how you feel on your next appointment, and we'll see about getting you a new patch."

The nodded, giving me an appreciative smile as he spoke. "Aye-aye Doctor, see you next week." I nodded curtly before responding, "Stay safe soldier." I said as I opened the door for him on his way out.

I walked back to the waiting room, clipboard in hand. I stood a short distance away from the door, barely opening the door as I gazed down at the information on my next client.

My eyebrow twitched before calling out, "Simon Riley."

A man in a black balaclava who was sitting in the far back turned his head to me in response. He stood up at his full height before walking towards me.

I pushed my back against the door, pushing it back and letting the new patient in, my eyes following his figure as he walked down the hall to my office.

I talked as we finally settled into the room. "It says here you tore your stitches... again." I set my clip board down on a near-by surface as I rolled my way to the closet, pulling out an inclosed compartment of sterile sutures and needles. "I admire your desire to continue your duty's despite your condition, that shows strength and dedication, but i will admit it is a bit foolish," opening the box, the patient instinctively pulled up his shirt and tore off the bloodied patch on his side, revealing torn stitches on an open wound on his right abdomen. It was very messy, and very bloody. I could see the beginning of an infection. "Very foolish.." I corrected, furrowing my brows at the sight before me.

I got to work immediately none-the-less. "I strongly encourage you to listen to my profesional advice, I tell them for a reason.. But telling you them twice.. shouldn't be necessary, Mr. Riley. You are not a child, so I would appreciate it if you refrained from acting like one," I had finished cleaning the wounded area with the sterile water and gauze, starting on the numbing process. "Disobedience is looked down on, and it does you no good to do so in times like these. Your health is important."

Mr. Riley had yet to speak, but he was definitely listening. I could feel his occasional gaze on myself as I spoke. I finally started on the stitching, everting the wound before piercing the skin and passing the needle through. I was quick to finish, not wanting to take too much of his time.

I finished the process by gently wiping down the stitched area and placing a thin and flexible tape on it. "This is your last reminder Mr. Riley: Avoid physical activities or pressure, getting the area wet or in contact with the sun, and avoid picking at the area to decrease the chances scarring or of the wound reopening," I walked up the door, opening it and stepping aside to make room. "I don't want to see you in here again. Do I make myself clear?"