The Doctor is 'In' || Tadhg

[Grey Schaeffer]

It was just another day in the infirmary for the demigod son of Aesculapius,  nothing new really ever happened in the static realm. If someone was injured for required assistance the protocol was simple, administer nectar or ambrosia, allow them rest, and then it was over. the demigod medical system was so much simpler than in the mortal world, it made him even wonder why he even had a doctorate. "If only this could work on mortals... So many lives it could save..." A soft sigh escaped his lips, as he set down the medical supplies he was storing away. "If only? Huh?" Grey soon conjured away the few bleak feelings he had and resumed quietly, a part of him wished someone would come quickly so it could ease his thoughts and go right into his work.

[Tadhg Rowe]

As much as Tadhg would deny it, he was still a kid and tended to act like one. He was doing just that as he slunk into the infirmary, holding his arm to his chest. Instead of being concerned for his safety, he was more just irritated, if not slightly embarrassed, by getting hurt in the first place.

His presence in the room was a bit awkward, the young boy just sort of standing in the entrance. "I... Uh, kinda got burned..." he mumbled, chewing on his bottom lip as he glanced towards Greyson. He knew most of the kids who worked at the infirmary by name. This was far from the first time he'd arrived at the infirmary with burns. He must have set some sort of record for the few months he'd been at Camp.

[Grey Schaeffer]

Grey was a bit startled as he hadn't heard the other enter, with a breath he glanced to the boy. "Oh..?" He said lightly, approaching the other as though he was a wounded animal. Burns where easy to treat and Grey honestly needed the company of a 'client' or the boy would descend more into his depressing thought pattern and process. "So, before I treat you." Greyson asked gently. "Prey tell, what gave you these lovely burns?" He said rolling his eyes at the wound and soon making eye contact with the other. As normal for any doctor one must figure out the cause to find the best solution. 

[Tadhg Rowe]

Tadhg would be lying if he said Grey didn't intimidate him at least a little. To be fair the boy was fairly easy to intimidate, but the professional calculation of the boy gave him a slight shiver. His immediate instinct was to back away as he was approached, but he managed to remain grounded. If he left now no doubt the burn would become infected or leave a nasty scar. It wasn't a superficial burn either, far from the redness one can just run under cold water. A large patch of his arm was burnt to a shiny white, leaving an odd crater in his skin. The worst part was it seemed he had burned the nerves, the plastic looking skin completely numb.

How does one say they were quite literally playing with fire without sounding like an idiot? It's not exactly easy to go to a doctor with injuries caused by oneself. If it's a wound caused by battle it's no big deal, but those caused by one's own stupidity is always embarrassing. "I was melting plastic and some of it fell onto my arm..." he mumbled with a slight blush, extending his arm before the boy.

[Grey Schaeffer]

Grey let loose a sigh as the boy pulled down his frames, using his warm breath to dust off his frames. "Oh...." Grey wasn't one to take stupidity lightly. "So... Would for any sensible reason would you be playing searing plastic? Are daft? A masochist? Please for the love of my father tell me you didn't hurt anyone else.." Grey would tear more into the boy if he wanted to but alas Grey knew what he had to do and administer some ambrosia to the child of Eris, sure it pained the son of Aesculapius  to see the other hurt but the idea of doing something so idiotic wasn't able to sit right with him. "Alright you take a seat while I give you a proper dosage of Ambrosia."

[Tadhg Rowe]

Masochist. The word echoed in his mind. Was he a masochist? Oh gods... He did like fire a bit more than others. In fact his obsession with flames could be in an almost sexual manner, though he never lingered on the thought for long. He was strange enough without having disturbing kinks. So he shoved down the masochist comment, ignoring any feelings it brought up. "Just stupid," he mumbled. He didn't even bother to answer the other question. Tadhg tried not to think about all the people he had hurt. Murdered. He couldn't handle those thoughts, those memories.

He followed the boy's instruction and took a seat, restless as usual. His leg bounced with anxiety as it usually did, something he rarely noticed he was doing until someone scolded him for it. His eyes followed Grey's movements with a mixture of curiosity and nerves, embarrassed with himself and yet intrigued. Ambrosia always amazed him. He wished he had had access to such healing in the mortal world. Perhaps he wouldn't have so many scars then.

[Grey Schaeffer]

Greyson's tried gaze faded as took out a few vials of ambrosia, glance back ti make sure Tadhg hadn't moved an inch from where he had told him to stay. Though Grey attempted to keep his usual professionalism but a part of him did want to jab a needle into one of the boys nerves to teach him a rather painful lesson, sadly, or more so lucky for Tadhg that Grey did always hold himself to such a high standard. Shortly after his thoughts, he filled up both a glass of the nectar and a syringe as he soon approached the boy. "Okay, we can do this one of two ways." Grey said lightly. "Either, you take the glass and drink it slowly or I use my needle and jab your arm, take your pick." 

[Tadhg Rowe]

His eyes flickered from the glass to the needle and then to Grey's face. He gulped, gaze returning to his lap. Would the doctor judge him if he chose the needle? The answer was fairly unlikely to be no considering Tadhg could already feel the judgement radiating off of him. The Irish boy had always had a liking for needles. Most kids hated shots, but the short quick pinch followed by the stinging... He liked it.

Blood draws were even more enticing. Of course there was the quick pinch as the needle pierced his pale skin, the tightness of his veins from a rubber tie around his arm. The blood being sprayed as pressure was released. He loved it. He fucking loved it. He looked back up at Greyson, trying to keep his voice steady though the thought of blood was making him light headed.

"Needle, please." he murmured with a tinge of roughness. The boy's heart was racing, making him slightly paranoid that he would be able to hear it. He slowly extended his arm with anticipation, breathing shallow. He wanted it more than he was willing to admit.