When was the last time he sat on an exam table? Probably another life ago, possibly several. Cayde's discomfort remains palpable, but at least he laughs.
"Don't worry, doc, I'm tough," he says. Shit. He settles to prioritizing what he knows is wrong with him in his head, ordering it by what's most important and also probably the easiest to deal with. Some of it, he can probably manage on his own if left with the proper tools. Others of it? Not so much.
"Okay, so," he begins. "To make a long and stupid story short and punchy instead: I got in over my head and bashed around a lot. Some things are busted, some more are bent, I'm not moving so great.I also just hurt, but I can deal with that a bit better. We get my mobility back where it belongs and I'll call it a solid I owe you."
Nice, brief, transactional. He really doesn't want this to become an ongoing, regular thing. This is awkward enough as it is.
When the staffer comes back with the requested linens, Cayde takes them with an "Alright, now get. I'm shy." He's not really, but it's something to say, and the way his face has been smashed has enhanced his ability to glower. Like his coworker, the staffer decides these guys really aren't worth the not-strictly-demanded trouble and takes off too.
"This company..." Cayde grumbles as he considers how he's going to handle this. Given these terrible coveralls, there's only one answer. "You'd think pants are fundamental. Pants are a human right. But no, we have to do a whole song and dance routine like this over a leg."
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"Don't worry, doc, I'm tough," he says. Shit. He settles to prioritizing what he knows is wrong with him in his head, ordering it by what's most important and also probably the easiest to deal with. Some of it, he can probably manage on his own if left with the proper tools. Others of it? Not so much.
"Okay, so," he begins. "To make a long and stupid story short and punchy instead: I got in over my head and bashed around a lot. Some things are busted, some more are bent, I'm not moving so great.I also just hurt, but I can deal with that a bit better. We get my mobility back where it belongs and I'll call it a solid I owe you."
Nice, brief, transactional. He really doesn't want this to become an ongoing, regular thing. This is awkward enough as it is.
When the staffer comes back with the requested linens, Cayde takes them with an "Alright, now get. I'm shy." He's not really, but it's something to say, and the way his face has been smashed has enhanced his ability to glower. Like his coworker, the staffer decides these guys really aren't worth the not-strictly-demanded trouble and takes off too.
"This company..." Cayde grumbles as he considers how he's going to handle this. Given these terrible coveralls, there's only one answer. "You'd think pants are fundamental. Pants are a human right. But no, we have to do a whole song and dance routine like this over a leg."