[ shakes him like a death maraca in any case. io just looks at the painkillers and the sentiment of they sure as hell won't echoes softly from somewhere, like it's miles beneath the earth. ]
It would do more harm than good to blindly diagnose you if I know nothing about what you've been taking prior. The neuropathy... it feels painful.
[ there's a deep thread of resentment here, frustration. still far off, but still very much there. io's voice remains steady and autotuned.
i think it would also be hilarious if luke just ended up on anesthesia cry-laughing to his death, but instead we have this, which is fucking sad as fuck. true tragedy in space here. i'm so sad my lukey pookey boo... ]
I can offer you a stronger painkiller for now, stronger than what's in your kit. I don't have much of it, but you might not have to move around the ship in pain in constant pain. Once we can get to the medbay, I would perhaps be able to do a more thorough examination. [ truly unhappy... unhappy soup vibes. ] If you would like them.
[ these would still let you play with the pain of course but u know. keep yourself lowkey still pixi if you so desire especially during mini-event. this way you can kinda hover under the Radar and play it however you like. ]
[Ngh. Luke looks conflicted, but eventually, he concedes--] ...It's hard to treat something when you don't know the exact cause, either. That's why I'm sure I shouldn't be here. I wouldn't have been taken off the investigation.
[There's a slim chance Luke might've believed that the NSB assigned him to this case--but even without the amnesia, that's unlikely when he's been following the trail of NXX.]
It should be fine. I can tough it out until you all get us back home--I'm not going to die tomorrow or anything.
[No that's on Thursday. But he will be so confused because he's supposed to have three years left!!!]
But I'll take whatever you have--though I'd like a look at the ingredients, if you don't mind. [...] I'd rather no one else knew about this for as long as possible. They don't need to be worrying about me.
[There's a blip of sullen emotion, then, a tad immature. HE HATES EMOTIONSHARE. GIT OUTTA HIS HEAD AND BODY. GIT.]
[ they will open the pack on their chest, it is just a fanny pack worn crossbody, and remove a small, white bottle of pills, offering it over in an open palm. ]
Here. Ingredients on the back... I've used them myself before, and have found they work well when my leg acts up. Though... again there aren't quite enough...
[ and the ingredients are indeed normal, there is absolutely nothing wrong with these pills. they are Stronger painkillers. i don't know things. ]
[He was thinking more of other people getting to feel his owies, but he appreciates the reassurance all the same. Also he has learned that MULTIPLE OTHER PEOPLE ARE WALKING AROUND WITH WILD OWIES??? God I hope I end up in curfew with Dana after this thread with Scien I just had that would be soooo funny
ANYWAY Io can catch the stray thought of their leg?, but Luke doesn't ask--he just takes the bottle with a nod, turning it over in his left hand. Through the effect, Io might notice a little feeling starting to return to their right arm; it's an unpleasant prickling, but it's there.]
Thanks. I appreciate it. [And while he's highly wary of every single one of them, Io can, at least, sense that he... wants to believe this, if nothing else. It's something.]
[ i really hope you end up in a curfew that can throw people off tbh. keeps an eye out for you........ regardless, emotion share sucks! luke your Pains!
they don't really hide it, their leg is a metallic running blade. it's just there, it's been there peace sign :v: if io seems bothered by the stray thought or prickling, they do not seem to show it. they just glance down at their metal knee briefly before looking back at luke. ]
Is that everything you need, Pearce? Or do you have any other questions for me?
[The way I acknowledged the leg blade and then immediately forgot, it's fine. For Luke, it's just storing the knowledge that their leg bothers them sometimes... interesting data to sit on.]
That's all for now. [He pushes himself up, turning his face away and coughing against the back of his hand.] I'll write up the ingredients I remember from that medicine. Maybe it'll make sense once you see it.
[In his opinion, even a shoddy replica to keep him going is good enough, but. Luke's self-worth is not to be trusted.]
[ blows you a kiss. there's a little dim shred of concern, but it's a flicker, too overshadowed thickly by something else. ]
We will figure something out. [ firmly. stubborn. they believe this. ] I'll go through some of my notes tonight, see if there's anything else I could offer.
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It would do more harm than good to blindly diagnose you if I know nothing about what you've been taking prior. The neuropathy... it feels painful.
[ there's a deep thread of resentment here, frustration. still far off, but still very much there. io's voice remains steady and autotuned.
i think it would also be hilarious if luke just ended up on anesthesia cry-laughing to his death, but instead we have this, which is fucking sad as fuck. true tragedy in space here. i'm so sad my lukey pookey boo... ]
I can offer you a stronger painkiller for now, stronger than what's in your kit. I don't have much of it, but you might not have to move around the ship in pain in constant pain. Once we can get to the medbay, I would perhaps be able to do a more thorough examination. [ truly unhappy... unhappy soup vibes. ] If you would like them.
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these would still let you play with the pain of course but u know. keep yourself lowkey still pixi if you so desire especially during mini-event. this way you can kinda hover under the Radar and play it however you like.]no subject
[There's a slim chance Luke might've believed that the NSB assigned him to this case--but even without the amnesia, that's unlikely when he's been following the trail of NXX.]
It should be fine. I can tough it out until you all get us back home--I'm not going to die tomorrow or anything.
[No that's on Thursday. But he will be so confused because he's supposed to have three years left!!!]
But I'll take whatever you have--though I'd like a look at the ingredients, if you don't mind. [...] I'd rather no one else knew about this for as long as possible. They don't need to be worrying about me.
[There's a blip of sullen emotion, then, a tad immature. HE HATES EMOTIONSHARE. GIT OUTTA HIS HEAD AND BODY. GIT.]
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[ they will open the pack on their chest, it is just a fanny pack worn crossbody, and remove a small, white bottle of pills, offering it over in an open palm. ]
Here. Ingredients on the back... I've used them myself before, and have found they work well when my leg acts up. Though... again there aren't quite enough...
[ and the ingredients are indeed normal, there is absolutely nothing wrong with these pills. they are Stronger painkillers. i don't know things. ]
But I'll do whatever I can to try and help.
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ANYWAY Io can catch the stray thought of their leg?, but Luke doesn't ask--he just takes the bottle with a nod, turning it over in his left hand. Through the effect, Io might notice a little feeling starting to return to their right arm; it's an unpleasant prickling, but it's there.]
Thanks. I appreciate it. [And while he's highly wary of every single one of them, Io can, at least, sense that he... wants to believe this, if nothing else. It's something.]
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they don't really hide it, their leg is a metallic running blade. it's just there, it's been there peace sign :v: if io seems bothered by the stray thought or prickling, they do not seem to show it. they just glance down at their metal knee briefly before looking back at luke. ]
Is that everything you need, Pearce? Or do you have any other questions for me?
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That's all for now. [He pushes himself up, turning his face away and coughing against the back of his hand.] I'll write up the ingredients I remember from that medicine. Maybe it'll make sense once you see it.
[In his opinion, even a shoddy replica to keep him going is good enough, but. Luke's self-worth is not to be trusted.]
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We will figure something out. [ firmly. stubborn. they believe this. ] I'll go through some of my notes tonight, see if there's anything else I could offer.
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[in the morgue]
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Until then.
[ goodbye sir im going to cry sorry pixi is so mean to you, luke. ]