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“You do what you can. For some, all you can do is keep out of the way.” The nurse has moved on now, and Dimmel sees the green run out of his veins with an impassive expression. The sight of his own blood does make his heart beat a little faster—he’s seen it enough in negative contexts that it makes his adrenaline start pumping for a fight. But he has enough self-control to keep his face calm.
Dimmel watches Anto stutter, unimpressed. “Riiiight. Well, it looks like they’re ready for you, big man. Time to prove yourself.”
Anto’s heart began to beat so furiously that it was deafening in his ears. His vision blurred slightly, and he felt lightheaded. Shakily he got to his feet and made his way to the seat where the nurse waited for him.
He sat down, his face intense and focused. The nurse began prepping his arm. Cold, gloved hands rolled up his sleeve. His veins didn’t show up very well, but eventually the nurse found one.
“Maybe you should look away… perhaps that would help.” the nurse suggested, noticing his very visible nervousness.
“NO!” Anto squeaked, much louder than he had intended. “I need to see it! I need to see it go in! I need to know when it’s happening!”
“Alright sir, please calm down.” the nurse said.
This was it: The moment of entry. Anto watched the nurse’s every move, his eyes wide. The needle went in, and he winced. He was pleasantly surprised to find it hadn’t hurt nearly as much as he had thought it would. But it wasn’t over yet. The worst was just beginning.
Suddenly, warm green fluid was coming through a tube, sloshing around and fogging up the container slightly. His heart sank into his belly at the sight, and he grew more nauseous as the amount of blood being taken grew.
“T-that’s a lot.” he whimpered. “I… I need that… I need that…”
To his credit, Anto had gone through with it. Less to his credit, he was making noises like a squeaky wheel and looked ready to burst into tears. It made him look even younger; Dimmel wonders if somebody’s going to have to call his dalatrass before this is over.
“Hey. Hey.” Dimmel leans over, snapping his fingers to get Anto’s attention away from the procedure. He keeps an urgent note in his voice; while he was never a medic, he knows that mundane questions are the easiest way to keep the mind of somebody injured in the present. Telling him not to cry or faint would just remind him he’s about to cry or faint. And if he acts like they’re important, Anto will focus on answering rather than wondering why he was asking these things. “What’s your full name? How long have you been on the Citadel?”
Anto blinked and looked over at Dimmel, taking a minute to process his questions.
“M-my full name? Yeah… it’s Jaeto Belsur Mendem Adepo Girril Kiranto. I… I’ve been here for a little over 4 years.” Anto swallowed hard, trying to ignore what the nurse was doing. “H-how about you? How long have you been here?”
“Krogan,” Dimmel says flatly, deciding no more detail was necessary. “Are you alright? If you’re going to faint, you’ve at least picked a good place.”
The nurse slips the needle in, and even though he’s teasing the other man for his weak stomach, he keeps his head turned towards Anto. He starts tapping his fingers together to keep the blood flowing.
“Look, it’s nice you want to help but if you get sick you’re just gonna slow things down. As the humans say, put up or shut up.”
“I’m… I’m fine.” he said, swallowing hard, his eye twitching slightly at the sight of the needle going in. “I’m just… slightly squeamish. I do want to help though. I’m not going to let it get to me, I’m leaving here until I give bluh-blood.” Anto wrung his hands together anxiously. “Besides, the best way to get over a fear is to face it, right? I’ll just… do it. Jump right in and get it over with. That kinda thing, y’know? Plus I feel kind of bad just sitting around while all this bad stuff is going on in the galaxy. I want to do something, y’know?”
“You do what you can. For some, all you can do is keep out of the way.” The nurse has moved on now, and Dimmel sees the green run out of his veins with an impassive expression. The sight of his own blood does make his heart beat a little faster—he’s seen it enough in negative contexts that it makes his adrenaline start pumping for a fight. But he has enough self-control to keep his face calm.
Dimmel watches Anto stutter, unimpressed. “Riiiight. Well, it looks like they’re ready for you, big man. Time to prove yourself.”
Anto’s heart began to beat so furiously that it was deafening in his ears. His vision blurred slightly, and he felt lightheaded. Shakily he got to his feet and made his way to the seat where the nurse waited for him.
He sat down, his face intense and focused. The nurse began prepping his arm. Cold, gloved hands rolled up his sleeve. His veins didn’t show up very well, but eventually the nurse found one.
“Maybe you should look away… perhaps that would help.” the nurse suggested, noticing his very visible nervousness.
“NO!” Anto squeaked, much louder than he had intended. “I need to see it! I need to see it go in! I need to know when it’s happening!”
“Alright sir, please calm down.” the nurse said.
This was it: The moment of entry. Anto watched the nurse’s every move, his eyes wide. The needle went in, and he winced. He was pleasantly surprised to find it hadn’t hurt nearly as much as he had thought it would. But it wasn’t over yet. The worst was just beginning.
Suddenly, warm green fluid was coming through a tube, sloshing around and fogging up the container slightly. His heart sank into his belly at the sight, and he grew more nauseous as the amount of blood being taken grew.
“T-that’s a lot.” he whimpered. “I… I need that… I need that…”
((WHAT UP ANTO HOW'S YOUR LIPS)) ((it's too early for ic okay, I can't come up with an excuse, but please kiss him.)) ((if you want *u*))
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