( he gets it, in a way. plenty of folk still call him hicks. he gets gene often, eugene less so. but the only one now who calls him genie is a dead man at his shoulder, an' he's bereft of reg' here. been outta the war three years, reg's been dead since june of '43 an' gene ain't never dealt with the grief of it all, because he had his ghost. made it as easy to bear as it could'a been.
but speakin' of things that need bearin' — ephemera's got demons aplenty, an' the loss of vision is enough to make near anyone panic. before he gets too far into his inspection, he goes to the door an' braces it with a bench, which is about all the security he can offer. gene ain't a fighter by anyone's metric, but he also ain't afraid of a scuffle, an' he's always put patient welfare well above his own. )
I'll give you fair warnin' about anythin' you can't see. Don't look much like your eye took any damage.
( gene settles down on his haunches in front of ephemera. first priority's to clear the blood off, though he's glad it don't seem to be bleedin' too freely now. odds are it'll need stitchwork, but gene's done so much of that it ain't no nevermind. plenty of boys on the front didn't want to get back from the line an' mendin' his family's clothes gave him a quick stitch an' a steady hand early on.
he pulls a bottle of saline outta his bag, douses a dressing in it an' then sets about cleanin' the area around the cut. he's no-nonsense about it, obviously quick an' practiced in a way that puts the least amount of strain on the one bein' worked on. )
Sure you don't wanna go to a hospital? You're gonna need stitches. I got a bit'a whiskey in my bag but reckon it won't be enough to numb the pain proper.
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Date: 2019-12-31 07:40 pm (UTC)but speakin' of things that need bearin' — ephemera's got demons aplenty, an' the loss of vision is enough to make near anyone panic. before he gets too far into his inspection, he goes to the door an' braces it with a bench, which is about all the security he can offer. gene ain't a fighter by anyone's metric, but he also ain't afraid of a scuffle, an' he's always put patient welfare well above his own. )
I'll give you fair warnin' about anythin' you can't see. Don't look much like your eye took any damage.
( gene settles down on his haunches in front of ephemera. first priority's to clear the blood off, though he's glad it don't seem to be bleedin' too freely now. odds are it'll need stitchwork, but gene's done so much of that it ain't no nevermind. plenty of boys on the front didn't want to get back from the line an' mendin' his family's clothes gave him a quick stitch an' a steady hand early on.
he pulls a bottle of saline outta his bag, douses a dressing in it an' then sets about cleanin' the area around the cut. he's no-nonsense about it, obviously quick an' practiced in a way that puts the least amount of strain on the one bein' worked on. )
Sure you don't wanna go to a hospital? You're gonna need stitches. I got a bit'a whiskey in my bag but reckon it won't be enough to numb the pain proper.