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Post by JULIO VEGAS on Dec 26, 2013 18:21:58 GMT -6
it had been a fated showdown!!!! alligator versus human: who would reign as glorious victor? an age long question, julio had phrased it when he had one arm slung over a shifter student's shoulder and his other arm graphically gesturing in an attempt to paint what a sight such a match would be, that and man versus bear. one can try that after alligator wrestling, though. so in one corner had been heroic vegas, defender of the innocent, and in the other an alligator who, when julio thought about it, was also a defender of the innocent. but at that time they were but sworn enemies, for vegas had never met a foe sso scaled before, and finding what julio had emphasised was an important answer -- who would be crowned winner, human or reptile?
it was answer they had unanimously agreed to leave to another day when, in the fifth round, the shifter's jaw clamped around julio's unprotected arm and the alligator had promptly fainted at the sight of the blood.
not as if the great servant of justice vegas couldn't walk off such a bite! at least, that has been some initial thought. after all, no hero could be taken down by a mere reptile! the day that happened would be a black mark on the page of justice indeed. a grim forecast for a tragic future to come! perhaps it was a sign? not a sign not to wrestle alligators - julio felt he needed to reassure that - but of something greater than he could imagine.
and initially a sign that made quite the ice breaker to whomever had chose their seat next to him in a lecture and a fated way to flirt with citizens of new york. yet when the bite appeared to transform into something less heroic, more demonic, perhaps flirting should not take priority over a visit to the wellness center.
and in the clinic then, face to face with his doctor, julio had to confess he was momentarily unsure on the typical hero protocol for this manner of meeting! his hand hovered rather unsurely near his right arm where the bite lay in wait - uncovered, as per usual - as he considered how to start this. because vegas needed to clarify at least something in this less-than-desired circumstance. anything.
“t'was a glorious scuffle,” julio choose to announce, “vegas will assure you one thing: the gator came out worse.”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 9:59:25 GMT -6
before he signed up for the placement here, he'd thought of himself as pretty much as experienced as one could get. he'd stood in the emergency department literally holding someone's throat together before. he'd seen some shit. not superhero shit, however, because if there was a group you could rely on to totally destroy themselves it was college kids with powers. destructive powers. already this week (two days. two days) he'd treated third degree burns, minor frostbite, a broken angle and a dislocated jaw. it was like being an emt in a disaster movie. he'd had a couple of minutes between patients to look at his next one's information, and there was a vague spark of recognition. romero... he thought he'd treated romero before. of course, they all tended to blur together unless they were constantly in and out (calling him stupid names and setting themselves on fire, wright) but there were a few broken bones in the record, nothing disastrous. and then he saw the alligator bite. sitting there on his chair, he just had to take a moment, pulling his glasses off and pinching the bridge of his nose. he didn't even know where you'd find an alligator in manhattan. he definitely didn't know of anyone who'd want to fight one. "... okay, romero, i don't care who won," he began, resettling the spectacles on the bridge of his nose, "it's infected, and it looks deep, so i'll have to clean it before i can fix it with sutures. it's going to hurt. that okay?" without waiting for an answer he held out the clipboard and pen in front of the young man's face. "consent papers. sign at the bottom."
JULIO VEGAS
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Post by JULIO VEGAS on Jan 19, 2014 17:26:15 GMT -6
forsooth, vegas was experiencing pain from the alligator bite but that seemed to compare little to what he experienced when he was addressed by his surname. though, okay, it really did hurt when he flinched away dramatically, having to pause a second to accommodate the burning arm.
“speak not of that name,” he hissed the warning, cradling the injured arm a little closer to him but his other arm up, palm spread wise in a lengthy wave, “this noble healer would bring a plague upon the house of vegas if he does.” he clenched that fist, closing his eyes because emotion, “a pleasing doctor's honest intentions but blissful ignorance. however, vegas cannot fault him for that. yet that name bears a curse upon it; as a hero of justice vegas cannot allow him to say such.” nodding, julio opened his eyes again, cheered up a little by what he felt was convincing reasoning not to use his last name.
infected, as he should have thought. he naturally sounded quite discontent, “really?” he pulled a face, looking down. he decided there was a need to clarify his disappointment, “vegas and the alligator had thought it wouldn't get infected.” a wince as he once again as he experimentally flexed his arm and added explanatorily, “they googled.” and flipped through a few pages of results while vegas had waved the whole thing off. after all, the alligator t'was not a true alligator and was also a student of justice - a sure solution for a wound of no consequences. so vegas had assumed it would have been safe.
but vegas laughed at matt's warning, a big booming laugh. puffing up his chest and pulling himself up to his fully height on where he was sitting, “hurt? vegas laughs in the face of mortal pain. the honourable cleric need not warn him of the coming trials and tribulations; vegas assures him that he can handle it.” and suturing, what was that again? julio would have thought he'd known with all those seasons of ER dvr'd, “will vegas get a scar?”
julio almost using the bitten arm to grab the pen but, remembering how he was supposed to laugh in the face of pain, took it with the injured hand and signed with just a momentary glance over the form. the signature was big, near absorbing into the lines above it, as well as needlessly curvaceous - a stark “VEGAS” across the medical papers. looking up to the doctor, feeling very pleased despite his burning arm, he announced, “is this satisfactory? a signature from the champion of justice himself.” gathering both the pen and clipboard in the uninjured hand, he winked, a justice wink, “something to save as a memento?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2014 14:59:31 GMT -6
... he was starting to wonder how he could have forgotten this kid. he spoke like someone had put the complete works of shakespeare in a blender. "cursed as it might be, it's your legal name and i'm obligated to use it in my dealings with you if i don't wanna get sued for malpractice. so unless you prefer 'julio'..." which of course made matt uncomfortable. using given names with patients was something he'd never gotten the hang of, largely because he didn't use them with anyone. least of all bombastic giants with alligator bites. "you might wanna let the alligator know that google isn't an appropriate substitute for a physician. they're a VU student, i assume, but being bitten by something with human oral bacteria still isn't safe." and he wasn't even saying this for the first time, that was the sad part. it was like people thought they were using antimicrobial toothpaste. "if you wanna avoid this in the future, no more webmd. none." the laugh prompted a slight wince, even as he started assembling a tray of instruments. "that's fine, then. but you're gonna have to keep totally still, and while i can do something for the pain i don't want you freaking and getting twitchy. i prefer to use minimal anesthesia because of that, so..." here he shrugged, back turned. "probably. it's a ragged wound and i'm probably going to have to trim the wound edges." he turned to take the clipboard back and sighed roughly a half-second after looking at it, holding it out again. "your actual signature. not your 'autograph', your signature on your bank documents and legal papers. of your real name." christ, this was going to be a long appointment.
JULIO VEGAS
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Post by JULIO VEGAS on Feb 22, 2014 22:08:00 GMT -6
the mention of vegas' first name did prod him back to less dramatic sentiment; at least, less dramatic in relative julio terms, “the cleric speaks of the birth name of this vessel?”
“very well, so be it; vegas gives the honoured healer permission to use the first name, julio,” not that he usually needed to give permission but emphasis was needed, lest the other go back to referring to him as his surname which appeared a fate worse than death to the student, “and to what name should he refer his doctor?” aside from profession titles, of course. he'd neglected to really pay attention when passed off by the receptionists and the hero of justice had to somewhat tragically confess that he couldn't place the doctor's name, even with something else in mind that vegas felt he needed to address.
“this hero senses an air of familiarity…?” he trailed off thoughtfully, settling a more intense stare on the person opposite, “a past life encounter, perhaps? or was it in this lifetime?”
“vegas shall pass on the message,” he was already reaching for his phone as he spoke, “he is glad the doctor dictates so; initially vegas had assured the gator the use of the internet had been entirely unnecessary as well.” not with the exact same reasoning in mind but vegas paid that little heed as he unlocked his cell phone's screen.
staying still was hardly something that could challenge a hero of justice, “vegas cowers not in the face of anaesthesia.” for there were more fearsome foes than that yet none he would ever give the slightest bit of satisfaction. despite that, he suddenly looked a bit reproachful at the idea of a scar. showing off the injury as some sort of deluded medal of honour had certainly been no issue following getting but it seemed julio drew the line somewhere, “noble doctor, surely that ‘probably’ can be narrowed down to ‘no chance at all’…?” a dismissive wave of his hand contrasted his next grandiose proclamation, “behold! with their unfathomable powers the noble gods strike down that probability; can this doctor do the same!?”
with the clipboard back in what was turning out to be yankee swap vegas frowned as the other rejected his autograph, glancing over the papers again. with the pen hand he stared at the signature, pen tip hesitating over the paper.
but no, vegas lost against the mighty forces of his own gorgeous signature that day. looking back up in defeat, he asked, “is there another one the hero vegas could sign?”
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