Even Kings need Doctors

[Mythos]

It had been years since Mythos set out of Atrisia, faking his own death and hitting the galaxy hard in a quest to become stronger than ever before... yet there was an issue. Mythos had been severed from the force in the battle of Lujo and even before that he had sustained a massive amount of injuries and broken bones that to anyone else would have resulted in death.... yet the power of the darkside of the force held him in tact.

He didn't have that precious dark glue to hold his body together anymore. So he had been feeling the effects slowly as time passed on. He had broken almost every bone in his entire body, he had suffered severe injuries in his right eye while in a star-fighter crash over Taloraan. Internal injures were not in short supply either, twice he had punctured his lungs and more than once had he torn his quadriceps, biceps and every other muscle ligament in the human body and there was more where that came from. Skull fractures in three different places that caused him loop in and out of consciousness plus suffer from heavy migraines, shattered spine in Fresia at the hands of Mandalorians that almost cost him the ability to walk. It was a Physicians worst nightmare.

Mythos was a walking miracle of a man, so many injuries would result in a person not even being able to walk let alone fight and hold his own against enemies that could shake mountains. It was not Mythos who called Dr. [member="Irajah Ven"], he resisted the idea with tooth and nail but in the end... Lee got him to accept

"I have fought beside you for the better part of a decade Mythos, If you don't see a professional that you haven't threatened with death if they put any sort of treatment on you... I will walk out this gate and never return..."

Mythos didn't know what to say, he had thought this was just Lee wanting to get him in a little better shape if not just outright worrying too much but this was a threat Mythos did not expect. Brow heavy upon his throne there was silence as Mythos stared Lee down in an effort to look adamant. Lee remained even more unmoved. Mythos sighed and nodded as the Atrisian breeze of fall crept into the throne room, he realized this was no longer a debate... Lee was right, he needed a Doctor and sooner rather than later.

"Alright Lee, you win... who do you have in mind?"

"She is already here Animus."

Mythos held back a smile, He knew that threat was enough to get him to relent... sly Lee, always looking at the angles. "Alright then, have her pass... Our medical facilities or..." Mythos asked, worry in his face. Truth be told, he hated needles.

Lee Shrugged and threw his arms up in innocence. "Don't ask me My lord... Ask the Doctor"​

 

[Kuzo]

It hadn't been the first time Irajah had gone someplace under strange (one might even say shady) circumstances to help a patient. Sometimes it turned out fine.... and sometimes it ended with her running from her life from a shapeshifted, blood thirsty mandalorian.

Life was about balance, really.

The petite woman stood with her hands clasped behind her back. When they had inquired where she'd like to set up, she'd asked if they had a medical facility on location. It seemed like a no-brainer, but then, these were strange circumstances it would seem.

Sharp hazel eyes cast about the (very well appointed) facilities with a calculating air. Dark hair curled around her pale face, bobbing slightly as she moved around the room. Beneath the lab coat, she wore a high necked, long sleeved tunic that covered her completely from chin to wrists.

Her contact had told her little about her intended patient. It was obvious rich. Possibly eccentric. The one thing he had insisted upon was that she remain circumspect.

She had smiled at that.

"Doctor-patient privilege promises anyone I treat perfect privacy," she had responded at the time.

Really, she had no idea what to expect.

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Truly reluctantly Mythos rose from his throne, aching a little bit but at this point it was normal to him and headed down to the medical bay. In his mind the doctor was some sort of old medical expert from the One Sith, decrepit and near dying as well as heinus to look at. Mythos did not look forward to it at all, but in order to please his head of security and his friend he needed to go through with it. Alongside Mythos was an legion of guardsmen and royal soldiers dressed to kill, literally and figuratively. Colors and banners halted outside the door, as the doctor explicitly stated that there was a concept of patient-doctor confidentiality.

Mythos smiled at that. Confidentiality. It was something public life rarely afforded.

He stood outside the door, lightsabers in his belt and axe in his back unnecessarily, bad habits died hard. Even through his battered body the King of Atrisia was pretty fit, he ate well and did so much exercise and physical fitness that he looked like a professional athlete, preformed like one too, it was what happened when you needed to compensate for losing the force...

With a large and drawn out sigh, Mythos entered the medical bay and braced for impact. The door slid open and Mythos walked in, royal gown in all, each step he took noble and royal in body language... that all dropped when he saw the doctor. A knot formed in his stomach, confusion and curiosity hit him hard as he began to play with his, now leg long hair as he often did when perplexed. For the first time in his Life, Mythos stuttered.

"Uh....Um." He began swallowing before making a further fool of himself. Yet no words came, trying not to be awkward he smiled as his face became red as blood then he stated what he thought in all honesty. "You are not what i expected..." Immediately he cursed his own social skills, had all this time in the throne and in battle ruin his simple ability to talk to the opposite sex? It crossed his mind.
[member="Irajah Ven"]
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[Kuzo]

Irajah turned at the sound of the doors sliding open, a neutral, professional smile on her lips.

Saying the she wasn't particularly up on galactic politics was like saying a taun-taun was only a little wiff. So she didn't look particularly impressed when he made his appearance. Her usual friendly but 'I'm here to read your x-rays' look stayed on her face. Though her hazel eyes did move down- it was impossible to miss the lightsabers, the expensive clothing (gowns, huh).... she didn't recognize the exact significance that put the cloak and gown in to 'royal' territory. But expensive, that was hard to miss. In fairness, she had expected something along those lines- after all, only the rich could afford to fly in a doctor from off planet. And she was getting a particular handsome recompense for her time here.

Walking forward, she held out her hand to shake his, not noticing the tensing by his guards.

After all, one did not casually offer to shake hands with a king.

"You'd be surprised how often I hear that," she said with a smile. "My name is Doctor Ven."

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos chuckled at her remark, indeed that would be the case. With a wave of his hand he dismissed his guardsmen and sent them away, they look at each other in bewilderment because such an order was in direct conflict with their mission... yet an order was an order and they waited out the door. Still flushing red over his face Mythos smiled back and shook her hand. "Animus Malgus, King of this humble system"

He shrugged at let the cloak fall where it did, he hadn't been to a doctor other than the bacta tank and the medical droids in so long that he had forgotten what exactly was the procedure. "A pleasure to meet you Dr. Ven" there was awkward pause, he did not really know what to say because he did not know what he was supposed to do next. Take off his clothes? Sit down? Go stand by the X-ray machine? Usually he just got tossed into a bacta tank and anesthetized for surgery, usually all that went by without him remembering.

"So... how does this happen? Do you.. take my pulse?" Mythos cursed himself again, he was being royally awkward and it was only partially because he hated needles and by the looks of it there seemed to be a lot of those around. Big strong Mythos, not afraid of charging into a terentatek and crashing into battle formations with nothing but an ancient axe but Force forbid a needle gets close.

[member="Irajah Ven"]​

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah's smile faltered, ever so slightly, when he said the 'K' word.

This..... was probably not how one was suposed to greet royalty. Should she bow? Apologize? She'd look pretty silly curtseying she was fairly certain. Whelp. There were two options. Abject apology or quiet mortification.

In for a credit, in for a star ship.

Quiet mortification won.

Her own cheeks were scarlet when they dropped hands, and if her demeanor were slightly less crisp than before, well, who could blame her? But she recovered quickly, pulling the well worn persona of cool, collected doctor. It was incredibly useful.

"Well, actually, first we talk," she said, gesturing to two of the chairs in the room. "And you tell me what's bothering you physically, and we'll go from there. Your...." she was about to say friend, then realized that probably wasn't the right word. It took her a minute to find- "retainer?.... didn't tell me very much, just that he was concerned about your health."

Taking a seat herself, she tried to look comfortable. It wasn't completely convincing.

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos was good at reading people, hell it saved his life more than once. He could tell by body language when one was uncomfortable or angry, about to attack or about to retreat, it was all in the shoulders and the feet. Facial expressions could be deceiving. Mythos put on his best charm, smile wide open and a calm expression, his eyes did glance at the needles from time to time. As he took a seat he listened, the doctor told him to talk, to explain and Mythos really did not know what to say bu...

"I feel he is exaggerating, I have never felt better or more healthy in my entire life. I run daily various miles, i have a strict diet and a training regiment that i follow that includes heavy weights." He paused, giving her a reassuring smug smile. "He twisted my arm into accepting because i had some..." he fidgeted for the right word, not to sound too drastic. "Minor spills and falls here and there that might have sprained something." He shrugged, Myths would never admit to his pain or the nagging flash in his back that ripped through him in the mornings.

Reality was not anything like Mythos was describing. One look at the X-rays would show less of a skeleton and more of a jigsaw puzzle, there was not a single bone in his body that was not fractured or outright broken and healing. Mythos underwent bacta injections and treatments almost weekly, all that information would be on her desk as well as previous X-rays done. Again, Mythos had doctors examine him but with the forewarning that if they gave him any restrictions, any sort of surgery or procedure that would restrict Mythos in any way, they would be... disposed of.

Dr. Ven was the first without such a restriction.

[member="Irajah Ven"]
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[Kuzo]

As he spoke, first one of Irajah's eyebrows rose, then the other. She kept the expression of disbelief on her face, polite, but also didn't attempt to hide it.

If he wasn't down playing whatever was going on, she'd eat that clip board.

"He sounded very concerned about you," she said gently, which was the only admonishment he'd get from her. For now. After all, she hadn't seen his scans yet.

She stood up again, moving a few steps over to a large scanner. He would have to lie down for the scan, but it wouldn't take terribly long. She started punching commands in to the console, speaking over her shoulder.

"I'd like to do a new, full scan, then. See where any problems might be. It will take a minute or two, but your facilities here are top notch. I'll go over the rest of your file while we're waiting for those results. Alright then Mister M....-" she stopped, frowning self consciously. "Alright. I'm not good at this sort of thing, so I'm just going to ask-" She turned, crossing her arms over her chest and tilting her head. Irajah was nothing if not straight forward when it suited her. "Your majesty? Your grace? King Malgus? How should I address you, because I bet 'mister' isn't appropriate."

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

"Melodramatic, one little sprain and I need a brain scan" He said with a chuckle, confident and reassuring smile in his bearded face. Mythos had gotten really good at appearances, appearances could't hide a full body scan though and he did not know enough to sneak something that wold falsify the scan. Mythos had not seen his scans, he did not know that the doctor had those scans so he was pretty confident that he could downplay this easily. As She stood up and walked to the console turning his back to him Mythos raised his own eyebrow, the doctor was indeed drop dead gorgeous. Understatement of the century. "I should get sick more often..." He whispered under his breath, reminding himself to get Lee a bottle of Balmorrean bluesky and a ZP cigar.

A new scan, that's when Mythos realized that there was no way he could downplay this to the point where he would seem totally healthy. If this doctor was worth he weight in salt one look at that scan and it was going to be.... challenging to explain the jigsaw puzzle that were his bones and muscles.

Snowboarding, that's it. He was snowboarding. Parachute extreme sport snowboarding. Perfect!

Mythos followed her to the scan, he took off his robes and shirt leaving his upper body bare, revealing a plethora of scars as well as his toned body. He didn't know if he needed to do that for the scan, but he did it anyway. Mythos smiled, looking at the doctor with a raised eyebrow as she asked what to call him, he was used to the whole 'Nobility' protocol but to his personal staff he never demanded it, he hardly ever did.

"Sweetheart, Darling." He said, shooting her a smile that would hopefully disarm the professional demeanor and make the visit less stressful for her. He knew how dealing with former Sith Lords/Kings would make people fidgety and for good reasons. He laid down on the machine and shot her a wink then stretched and got comfortable. "Future Husband, whatever you prefer"

[member="Irajah Ven"]​

 

[Kuzo]

One of the few things she'd specifically requested upon arrival had been a cup of caf. She'd appreciated the quality of the brew before setting it to the side right before [member="Mythos"] had arrived.

Needless to say, it was a good thing that she hadn't been drinking it when he spoke- she would have ended up spitting hot caf all over the king of a planet and that would have made everything far more strange than it already was. As it was, she simply looked at him for a moment, wide hazel eyes blinking slowly, completely nonplussed by the entirely unexpected reply.

Suddenly, though, she laughed. Maybe it was the wink. Maybe it was how utterly unreal the last two seconds actually were. Full on, head thrown back, bubbling laughter. She actually tried to speak, but couldn't manage it for a couple heartbeats. Her eyes watering slightly, she tried to look apologetic, but it didn't really work either.

"I think we're ::chuckle:: at least several dozen steps away from ::cough:: anything like that. How about something in between then. We can start with first names? I'm Irajah, and as utterly inappropriate as your previous suggestions were, if Animus is amenable to you, we can start there?"

The smile on her face promised that she wasn't offended, but she also wasn't nearly as impressed by being sweet talked by a king as someone else might be. She was a little too practically minded to take it as anything more serious than banter.

"Alright, I'm going to start the scan," she said, still chuckling. "I'm going to need you to stay very still. It'll take a minute or two."

Hitting the button, she watched as the scanner started, a low, familiar whir filling the air around them. As she waited, she picked up the data pad with what previous information on her unlikely patient was waiting for her. Very slowly, her smile faded.

 

[Mythos]

Mythos kicked back in the scanner machine of whatever it was called and relaxed with a smile on his face, he always knew that if all the trouble on the galaxy he had spent wasn't enough to get the girl why bother. Many times that lead him to trouble. Mythos knew that winning the hearts of those beneath him was the most important quality of any leader or king, subjects who loved their rulers were more than happy to die for them. A doctor of this caliber in Atrisia would be worth having no matter the cost but loyalty and love was the first priority. A minute or two? Mythos sighed, being still for seconds was annoying enough, he relented as the waved of lights washed his body. While that was happening he knew that the scans that would come were not pretty, he knew nothing of hacking or medical procedures. She would know if Lee was good at picking doctors, Mythos began to think of an excuse. If he was snowboarding?

Pod Racing Accident? A problem with the scanning machine? The mood he read from the doctor however was comforting. She seemed to be in a good mood and he relaxed back, but then a minute passed and Mythos could tell that her mood had shifted. Call it instinct or call it intuition but he knew. He sighed one more time as the scan finished up and the lights stopped. "See? Mint condition"

He didn't sound as confident this time.

[member="Irajah Ven"]​

 

[Kuzo]

"I think you need to check the definition of 'mint condition'," she replied drily.

Her attention was on the three dimensional holographic display that the scanner brought up. While she could make it life size, for now she kept it small. She would need to study it in more detail- but the amount of damage here made it clear that this would take time.

She was going to be here for a couple of days, at least. Just going over the scans in detail.

"I have seen worse scans," she said finally. There was a long pause. Then she looked over at him and continued, "-on a corpse. And despite your comments to the contrary, I suspect that you already knew that."

Irajah looked back at the scan, her frown deepening.

"Frankly, Animus, I don't even know how you are still walking around." She used her hand to flip the image, indicating a couple of areas- lower back, hip, knees. "There isn't even any cartilage left here. I can't even say I've seen worse scans in this case, because there would have to be cartilage to SCAN, you understand."

She crossed her arms over her chest and turned back to @Mythos. Leaning one hip against the scanner, she studied him for a moment in silence.

"Most of these are old injuries. This isn't a recent event that your friend is responding to. This is years of damage. Before we talk about what you need to do- what I'm going to suggest- I need you to understand something- It is only a matter of time before your body rescinds its permission for you to continue to heap abuse on it. The fact that hasn't happened yet is a minor miracle."

 

[Mythos]

With a heave of his body that ached Mythos turned to the doctor and smiled, he slowly put his robes back on but his smile faded slowly. Her face meant business and he knew worry when he saw it, he knew how to read people by body language but he did not need to, her face said it all. He frowned and looked at the doctor with his big brown eyes that were almost malt black. He knew what was coming, the worst injury was his shattered knee cap and the spine that was snapped in two, twice. Old injuries... but he never once allowed himself to heal properly other than sticking himself into a bacta tank until he felt good enough to fight... then out he went again, bashing and smashing his way into battle. Few beings in the galaxy had seen combat as many times as Animus Malgus, fewer still had lived to talk about it without a sith ritual to transfer his essence to another body or some serious body reconstruction. One time in Chazwa his chest was ripped open from one side to the other by a massive gun handled by a sniper, the dark side of the force made him keep fighting... but that shot should have been the very end of Mythos that day in the field of battle. It wasn't.

Mythos swallowed hard, he had done everything in his power to keep this moment from happening, the moment when he realized he wasn't a god, he wasn't immortal. The moment he realized he was human and nothing more. He didn't know how to respond, when she studied him silently he managed a smile. He smiled in the face of death every time, death however, never looked so beautiful than here when embodied by [member="Irajah Ven"].

He sighed, this was his doctor. He could at least be honest. It would make things easier from here on out. He breathed hard and thought were to begin. There was no hiding anymore. "I was a Lord of the One Sith... an Empire that spanned almost the entire galaxy" He didn't even dare to look her in the eyes when said that. After pausing, looking at the ground almost ashamed he continued. "I became king of Atrisia and was allowed to rule over it because I was a great warrior, i took the fight to the enemy with a vigor characteristic of a youth... because i was..." 'I am" he should have said, after all the young king was barely thirty years old even if he did look twenty four.

This time he looked to the doctor, his eyes filled with life and also filled with an immeasurable amount of pain, both physical and emotional. "Yes... I have been battered, i have crash landed in the surface of Taloraan going full speed with a fighter after being shot down, my spine has been shattered in battle, so has my knees and my ribs..." He paused, eyes narrowing and filling with determination. "But i have always" He stood up, revealing the body beneath his robes not to impress her, but to show her the collection of scars. Beneath his torso was third degree burns, lacerations, deep cuts and the scars of removed shrapnel absolutely everywhere. In truth, there was no part of Mythos' body that did not have a scar.

"Always" the tone of his voice shifted to a more calm and delicate tone. "Made it back to my son alive, to be his father and i assure you I will continue to do so." He finished. He wasn't having it, denial as they call it. Mythos refused to come to terms with his mortality, not that the doctor ever said that he would be but he needed to keep on fighting and defeating his foes over and over again... it was all he knew. Thurion once spared his life to be a father and to leave this life behind... his response was to continue in another way. He Failed Thurion... but he would't fail his son.
"So... what's the plan to get me back into the fray Doctor? Atrisia may be attacked tomorrow and i need to be battle ready" That smile and confidence was back on his face, bolstering pride and unshakable determination painted over him like a canvas. Yet... Deep in his mind, somewhere in subconscious. Mythos knew that gig was up and he needed to come to terms.... with, well, Death.

[member="Irajah Ven"]​

 

[Kuzo]

She listened to him in silence, watching his face as he spoke. When he finished, she was quiet for a couple of moments, clearly absorbing all of it.

"I am going to be honest with you," she said finally, never taking her eyes off of him.

"There is nothing I can do for you that will make you combat ready if Atrisia is attacked tomorrow."

She watched, making sure he understood before she continued.

"Anything that I would recommend would be a process. And there would be necessary healing and recovery time after it, or else none of it would take- it would only make it worse. Ideally, you would need a full skeletal reconstruction, and a number of cybernetic implants. It can be done. But the recovery time from that- the full recovery time, till you were back and peak condition, you understand- is months. I am not a Jedi- or a miracle worker."

She paused, spreading her hands wide.

"I am a doctor, and I can only work with the body you have, not the one you wish it to be. If you'd like, we could do reconstruction on simply the worst offenders. Your knees, your back. But it would still be weeks of recuperation."

Turning to the scan, she pointed.

"It would help with your pain, but would not help with your energy levels or anything else. You have scarring on your kidneys from repeat damage. You apparently ruptured your spleen at one point. I don't even think it's working at half capacity."

She dropped her hand, looking back at him again.

"The repeat bacta treatments have kept you alive, Animus," she said softly. "But never giving your body a true chance to heal? I cannot go back in time and fix that."

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Full Skeletal reconstruction. There was something he knew about that... He was already thinking of it seriously but he needed something for tomorrow or later. He did not have the time for months and possibly years of healing. The doctor was serious, he believed her, his back and his knees may have well given out but his skull was more important to him. Animus was an archaeology expert, many years in the Korriban sands and study of archaeological digsites had given him knowledge of several sith rituals that could not exactly save life, but preserve it in a way. It was an idea... he could't do it himself, of course but he knew of those who could. He thought of his options for a long time, settling back in the scanning table and pondered the ways in which he could proceed. He passed his hands through his beard as he made his calculations, several depressed skull fractures looped him out of consciousness, up until now he could make use of his knees and back if he did not go directly into battle... but if he faded out because of loss of blood to his brain then he truly would be doomed.

The idea was simple, engrave the bone around the crown of his skull with sith runes while the doctor did an open cranium surgery to reconstruct his skull. It was risky and the doctor would definitely disapprove... but she didn't have to know, all Animus needed to was convince the Doctor to go through that specific surgery. He had an idea...

"Well... if that's the case" He said while pulling his long hair open to reveal a rather large scar above his forehead. "I think this is what we should hit first" He said as he showed the doctor the deepness and size of the scar. "Gamorrean, brawl, depressed skull fracture" He finished, one eye popping up beneath the long blonde hair with an innocent smile to boot. "If i stay out of combat i can keep my knees and back from breaking up.. but i'd say this is a big problem..." He stood up straight and arranged his hair back, smile still booming confidently in his face. He was determined to stay unshaken.. he had a plan.

"Sometimes i loop out of consciousness... That is a big problem for me" Lying through his teeth to gain a goal and he did it all with a smile. Behind his love and loyalty, behind the confident and sometimes genuine smile was a motive that suited his goals. This time, his goal was to preserve something massive, but he needed the help of the Doctor.

[member="Irajah Ven"]​

 

[Kuzo]

Honestly, it was the overly innocent smile that made her suspect something. She couldn't put a finger on it of course. Especially because the scan backed up the severity of the damage to his skull. And there was no reason for Irajah to disbelieve him when it came to his specific symptoms. If anything, he'd already proven that he was going to down play what he was experiencing. So when the suspicion loomed, she assumed it was in that direction- that if anything, his symptoms from the injury were *worse* than what he was reporting. And that was indeed a concerning prospect.

"If it's causing you to lose consciousness, it must immediately be addressed," she said slowly, confirming. "I'd like to run a few tests, to rule out a couple of other issues that could be contributing- it'll do no good to fix one part of the problem if it has multiple facets. But those will only take a couple of minutes to analyze the samples."

She turned, and started readying to draw some blood.

"It'll still take some time to recover from that," she continued over her shoulder. "The chance of making it worse if you don't rest for at least a week after, well, it's not worth dwelling on. And there will be a list of activities you must not participate in. I'll make sure to prepare all of the after care instructions."

Turning back to him, she pulled the hovering tray over. On it was sterile swabs, two vials and, of course, a needle.

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Oh it wasn't only the Gamorrean. Valkyr were the strongest warriors in the galaxy, stronger than a human man by many and taller too. Apart from many drunken tavern brawls in Midvinter and a scrap with Narfi too Mythos lost his powers to a a Jedi Valkyr and the Grandmaster of the Silver Sanctum. He held his own and it took a Wall of Light to bring him down, the most power ability in the Jedi arsenal by far, but he also took a severe beating and several hits to the head,one in particular that should have been the end of it. Like a twisted running joke, it wasn't. He kept on fighting and several more fractures took place, clavicle if he remembered correctly. As his plan took place he smiled courteously, activating his datapad and sending several pieces of information through the right channels and get the team of his wife's archaeologists on board. If his calculation were correct and everything went as he planned... this was going to hurt in more ways than one. He was ready for that, but the doctor would want him to continue his treatments and make corrections to his lifestyle and undergo a an aftercare program to properly heal most likely under her supervision...

If things were different, he most likely would have agreed openly and honestly, taking things seriously to get better and possibly one day return to battle but fate would not see it that way. The Old War Dog could smell a battle coming, one he would not be walking away from. He was sure the samples would come out correctly, but the ideal thing to do would be total body reconstruction... and he could not have that right now, he needed to fight tonight if need be. No one else would.

Everything changed when the Needle arrived. His eyes lit up and he shook his head. He looked at the doctor. "Do we have better technology than a needle? Why do we still use needles? Do we have to use needles...?" ​She was a super doctor to him, Mythos thought surely she had something better than needles if anyone in the galaxy did.
[member="Irajah Ven"]​

 

[Kuzo]

Irajah arched an eyebrow at him. It very clearly said the words that she was actually too polite to say aloud:

Really? Needles? After everything you've been through, you're going to balk at a little pin prick?

"Well, we can do a finger stick, just a little one, because there's one test I really can't run without a drop of blood. But if you are really set against it, I can get all of the information I need otherwise from the scan we just did. It will just take longer that running the samples would. If that is ammenable to you I can get started and then do any scheduling necessary for the procedure? Assuming nothing untoward shows up in the scan of course."

She waited patiently for his reply. He was, after all, paying for her time. The blood tests would take minutes to run with the technology here in his medical facilities. It would take her several hours to go through the scans manually. But the offer was sincere.

[member="Mythos"]