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Post by piñata on Feb 25, 2008 12:13:14 GMT -5
Jason went and got himself a bottle of liquor too. He passed one each to O'Connell and Karina, just in case they wanted it... if they didn't, he figured he and LJ could put away a rather large amount of the alcohol they had stockpiled all by themselves. "So, what did you have planned for your 18th birthday originally?" Jason asked Karina. His had been rather boring... he had never exactly been popular as a teenager, so he had spent most of the day online.
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Post by piñata on Feb 24, 2008 17:26:18 GMT -5
"I started when I was 16," Jason said, "so I'm in worse trouble than you are." He wondered if the others were drinkers at all. He imagined O'Connell might be, but that was just a stereotype about Irish people... they weren't all drunks.
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Post by piñata on Feb 24, 2008 16:48:15 GMT -5
Jason, gathering food nearby, looked up sharply at Karina's declaration. "Congratulations," he said after a moment. "We should throw you a party. Those little airplane liquor bottles have been sitting around without anybody even looking at them since I liberated them from the wreckage."
He headed back over to Chris with a tray of food. It contained a little bit of every type of food they had to offer, just to guarantee he would find something he liked on it... Jason figured the rest of them could eat anything he didn't touch, though Chris looked rather hungry to him and he fully expected the younger man to finish most of the food. "Bon appetit," he told him, then walked back over to Karina and LJ so Chris could eat in peace.
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Post by piñata on Feb 22, 2008 18:52:14 GMT -5
Jason handed Chris a bottle of water and a bottle of painkillers, instructing him briefly on safe dosage levels so he wouldn't give himself too much, then said, "I'll be right back with some food. Our special today is a rather excellent sliced mango, served with a side of rather gamey wild boar." He said this last sentence with a fake French accent, as if he were a snooty waiter at some four-star restaurant.
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Post by piñata on Feb 22, 2008 9:25:53 GMT -5
Jason's head snapped up at the sound of the new arrival crying out in pain. "My patient's awake," he said, and left the company of the two women again. "Tito, heel!" he snapped, and miraculously the dog stopped growling. This is one guy we don't need four-legged support for. If he is indeed dangerous, I know where it will really hurt to kick him, Jason thought to himself.
"Hi, I'm Jason," he said as he arrived at the younger man's side and squatted down so they were at roughly equal height (as the man was slightly taller than Jason, but was sitting down at the moment, their eyes were at the same level). "Dr. Jason York, to be precise, but we're not very formal here. You're pretty badly injured, but I did everything I could to patch you up. Do you remember your name?" Start with something simple, just to see if he's got amnesia, he thought.
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Post by piñata on Feb 19, 2008 13:06:38 GMT -5
"I think so," Jason said. "He's got a head wound, so I'd like to examine him while he's awake to ensure there's no brain damage or concussion. Right now, though, he needs rest."
He turned to LJ and asked, "Have you remembered anything else about your life before coming here?" He was almost hoping for a no answer, as the last time she had remembered something she had had to relive the loss of a friend.
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Post by piñata on Feb 18, 2008 17:34:16 GMT -5
As Jason walked over to the women (he refused, even if the government considered them illegal, to refer to anyone with fully developed breasts as a girl), he was thinking the exact opposite: Please, whoever's throwing sh** at the fan, cut it out.
"Are you okay over here?" he asked, intending the question to cover Karina, Rosy and, if he chose to answer, Tito.
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Post by piñata on Feb 18, 2008 16:54:41 GMT -5
Jason had managed to fix a surprising amount of the damage, but it was still rather nasty-looking; he was now going about fixing the wounded man up with a splint, getting O'Connell to help him whenever he needed it. "There," he said. "Now we just need to wait for the guy to wake up, and then we can make sure he hasn't suffered any brain damage." And that he's not going to be another Kassia, Jason thought to himself, scanning the brush nearby in the hopes of finding some bamboo in case they needed to question the man.
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Post by piñata on Feb 14, 2008 12:23:05 GMT -5
Jason spared a glance behind him to make sure Karina was okay, but it appeared that LJ had already beaten him to checking on her, so he set to work cleaning and stitching the man's head wound. He would need him to be awake in order to discern whether there was any brain damage or concussion, but he could at least fix the external damage. Once that was finished, he told O'Connell, "Most people don't want to watch this next part. I know you're a tough guy, but this kind of thing is the reason I hate ortho." With that, he started setting the broken bone by hand. He hoped the crunching sounds didn't carry over to where Karina was.
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Post by piñata on Feb 11, 2008 12:25:36 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'll need whatever we've got in the way of medical supplies," Jason said to Karina. And a saw, he thought, knowing the poor bastard's leg probably wouldn't survive this adventure. He examined the head wound first... it would be easier to treat, and in a weird way was actually more life-threatening than the leg because, well, it was a head wound. Jason wanted to make sure there were no concussions or brain damage as well as stitch the wound closed.
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Post by piñata on Feb 4, 2008 12:42:15 GMT -5
"Yeah," Jason lied to Karina, figuring a neck cramp was as easy an excuse as any. She's 17! he reminded himself, without sarcasm for once.
He heard Sully calling for him, and moved forward. "Oh, f**k," he said as he saw the damage to the new arrival's leg. He had been dreading the moment when he would have to treat a greenstick fracture in these spartan conditions. "Karina, you don't want to see this," he called over his shoulder. "It's like that one scene in Deep Rising..." he trailed off, realizing that, in all likelihood, nobody knew what he was talking about.
(OOC: There's a brief shot of a man's leg breaking in much the same way in that movie, which is actually quite good if you can handle lots of blood.)
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Post by piñata on Jan 31, 2008 13:55:18 GMT -5
"We'd probably be dead," Jason admitted, glancing at Karina as she appeared beside him. He made a visual check of her ankle, which appeared fine for now but should probably be used sparingly until it healed more, then caught himself checking out her legs and quickly turned away.
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Post by piñata on Jan 30, 2008 12:39:26 GMT -5
Jason landed, after executing a near-perfect backflip, something he wouldn't have been able to do before coming to the island but now had the muscles for, beside O'Connell. Turning around to face the interloper, he said, "We can handle ourselves just fine. In fact, my mother told me that if I didn't stop handling myself so expertly I'd go blind." His tone was all humor and good cheer, but his expression was hard, and the knife in his hand suggested that he was taking this more seriously than he let on.
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Post by piñata on Jan 29, 2008 13:52:20 GMT -5
"Tito, eh?" Jason said, looking at the dog and then back at Karina (he could afford to look away now, as the stitching was over and all he was doing was using an alcohol swab to disinfect the area). "I didn't realize you had soul, Karina." As Jason stood up and attempted to moonwalk on the sand, he fervently hoped she would pick up on the reference to the Jackson Five... a lot of the time, his pop-culture references flew right over people's heads.
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Post by piñata on Jan 25, 2008 12:12:11 GMT -5
Jason stuck the tampon carefully up his nostril, determined not to cause further damage. It was painful... he realized his nose was very likely broken. He admonished O'Connell to hold still as the needle he was using to restitch the wound slipped and nearly made another hole in the ex-Marine's neck. "Don't worry. Whatever it is, it's nothing our resident badass Irishman can't handle," Jason said, nodding down the beach in the direction of the interloper.
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