Silver knelt in front of Mesprit, his red eyes focused as he held up the penlight. “Look at my nose, kiddo.”
Mesprit obediently followed his instructions, her big brown eyes wide and curious, even as she tightened her hold on her stuffed bear. The little pink bear looked well-loved, its fur slightly worn from years of being squeezed.
Silver moved the light side to side, watching her pupils contract and dilate. “Good. Follow it with just your eyes, not your head.” He flicked the light in different directions, observing how smoothly her gaze tracked. No sluggishness, no unusual delays. That was good.
With a nod, he clicked off the light and tucked it into his bag. “Eyes look fine.” He reached out, resting a gloved hand against her forehead, then gently pressed his fingers along her temples, feeling for any unusual swelling. “Head hurt at all?”
Mesprit shook her head, brown hair swaying slightly. “Nope!”
Silver hummed. “Alright.” His hands moved down to her cheeks, then under her jawline, pressing gently along the lymph nodes at her throat. Mesprit flinched a little.
“Sensitive?” he asked.
She scrunched up her nose. “A little. But not bad.”
Silver nodded, fingers pressing lightly at the glands near her ears, then under her chin, and finally at the base of her neck. “No major swelling,” he murmured to himself. “Alright, sit up straight for me.”
Mesprit sat up a little straighter, her stuffed bear still clutched close. Silver patted her head before slipping the cold metal of the stethoscope under her shirt.
“Deep breaths,” he instructed.
Mesprit obeyed, inhaling deeply through her nose. Silver listened carefully, moving the diaphragm of the stethoscope across her chest. Her heartbeat was steady—good rhythm, no murmurs. Strong, but a little fast. Probably just nerves.
He shifted to her back. “Again. Big breath in.”
Mesprit inhaled, her small shoulders rising, then exhaled as Silver listened to the airflow in her lungs. “Again.”
She repeated the action. No crackles, no wheezing. Good.
“Lungs sound clear,” he noted, tucking the stethoscope back around his neck. “Lie down for me, kid.”
Mesprit obediently laid back on the exam table, staring up at him with her big brown eyes. Silver pressed his fingers along her stomach in slow, methodical movements.
“Tell me if anything hurts,” he said.
His touch was firm but gentle, pressing just enough to feel for any abnormalities. He started at her lower right side, moving upwards, then over to the left. No bloating, no hard spots.
Mesprit giggled suddenly. “That tickles!”
Silver smirked slightly. “I’ll try not to tickle you, then.” He pressed near her belly button, feeling for any tension. “No pain?”
She shook her head. “Nope.”
“Good.” He sat back, tapping his fingers against his knee. “No fever, no swelling, no weird stomach issues. You’re in pretty good shape, Mesprit.”
Mesprit grinned. “Yay!”
Silver ruffled her hair. “But if your throat stays sensitive, tell your mom. Could just be from talking too much.”
She gasped dramatically. “I never talk too much!”
Silver snorted. “Sure, kid. Sure.”
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Silver watched Mesprit closely as she followed his instructions, her big brown eyes blinking up at him as the penlight moved. He made a small hum under his breath, tilting his head slightly as he watched her pupils constrict properly to the light.
“Good,” he murmured, clicking the penlight off. “Eyes look normal. No issues with response time.”
Mesprit beamed at him, proud of herself. She adored Silver. Even if he was blunt and sometimes grumpy, she always saw him as a trustworthy adult, someone she could depend on.
Silver ruffled her brown hair before gently tilting her chin up with two fingers. “Alright, open up for me, kiddo.”
Mesprit opened her mouth wide, sticking out her little pink tongue dramatically. “Aaaahhhhhh!”
Silver snorted. “You don’t have to yell it.” He leaned in with a tongue depressor, checking the back of her throat. “No redness, no swelling… tonsils look fine.” He pulled back and tapped her cheek lightly. “Now I’m going to check your lymph nodes. It might feel a little weird.”
Mesprit nodded and hugged her stuffed bear tighter, watching as Silver’s fingers gently pressed along the sides of her neck. He moved slowly, pressing near her jaw, then along her throat, then just below her ears. His touch was firm but careful, as if making sure not to hurt her.
“Any pain?” he asked.
Mesprit shook her head.
“Good.” Silver moved lower, fingers pressing lightly along her collarbones, feeling for any swelling or abnormalities. Everything seemed fine.
Then he sighed and patted the examination table. “Alright, kid. Lie down for me.”
Mesprit obeyed instantly, laying back against the slightly crinkled paper covering the table. Her brown eyes watched him as he reached for his stethoscope, warming the diaphragm with his hand before slipping it under her shirt.
“Deep breaths,” he reminded her.
Mesprit inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly.
Silver listened carefully, shifting the stethoscope around her chest, then to her sides. “Lungs are clear. No crackling or wheezing.” He moved the stethoscope again, this time to the left side of her chest. He stayed there for a moment, brows slightly furrowed in focus.
Mesprit glanced at him. “Is my heart okay?”
Silver gave her a small smirk. “Your heart’s fine, kid. Nice and strong.” He flicked her forehead lightly. “Just like you.”
Mesprit giggled and rubbed the spot he flicked, grinning up at him.
Silver took the stethoscope out and placed it around his neck before resting a hand gently on her stomach. “Okay, I’m going to check your belly now. Let me know if anything hurts.”
Mesprit nodded, staying still as Silver’s fingers pressed lightly on different areas of her stomach, applying gentle pressure. He checked for any unusual swelling or tenderness, pressing near her lower abdomen, then along her sides.
“Nothing feels weird,” he muttered to himself. Then he looked at Mesprit. “Any pain when I press here?” He applied a bit more pressure near her lower right side.
Mesprit shook her head.
Silver tapped her stomach lightly. “Alright, kiddo. You’re in good shape. No issues I can see.” He ruffled her hair again before offering his hand to help her sit up.
Mesprit grinned and took his hand, hugging her bear tightly. “Thanks, Silver!”
Silver rolled his eyes but smirked. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t go jumping off things and getting hurt, alright?”
