It's true, and he knows it. She's worried. Mike really doesn't like it when Mel is worried. Or really, when anyone is worried. But not just anyone can do what Mel does.
This is the main reason why Mike doesn't put up any sort of a fight. Instead he wraps his arms around her neck and tries his damnedest to keep his breathing measured. If he doesn't look like he's in pain, maybe she won't worry as much.
"Only been one in the last 5," Mel says, grabbing the answer like Mike can't answer for himself. She just darts through the door and sets him down on the gurney before glancing up at Guppy.
"We'll get you into some clean stuff before surgery, don't worry."
'Distracting him' He mouths at Mel. Obviously the urine isn't relevant, but anything is better than than 'Your insides are exploding'. However feeble his attempts are to do so, Mel getting angry won't help that racing pulse Mike's got right now.
He turns the gurney to get into the infirmary.
"Okay, let's get you on the bed, sort out the pain, then we'll work out what's pulled."
When the smell of the infirmary washes over Mike, he winces. Mel may have thought that she was squeezing his hand, but really...he's squeezing hers. Hard.
"Just hold his hand and talk to him for the moment." Guppy says to Mel, opening the chest of ready prepared medical supplies he's been saving for this.
"Just giving you something for the pain Mike." he says, gently tugging down the top of his shirt to press the hypospray onto his shoulder. Future tech needs no needles. He gently squeezes Mike's shoulder, watching his face to see when it kicks in so they can move him.
"This should work quickly so we can transfer you onto the bed."
It doesn't matter that there's no needle, or no pain associated with the spray, just the very idea of it is enough to make him flinch.
Then...
Warmth. Nothing but warmth. Oh make no mistake, the pain is still there, Mike just finds himself slowly not caring about it anymore. He visibly relaxes.
"wow...that's nice is what that is."
If its one thing Mike knows, is what a nice buzz feels like.
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Date: 2010-05-21 05:24 pm (UTC)She has never been this gentle with him.
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Date: 2010-05-21 05:35 pm (UTC)This is the main reason why Mike doesn't put up any sort of a fight. Instead he wraps his arms around her neck and tries his damnedest to keep his breathing measured. If he doesn't look like he's in pain, maybe she won't worry as much.
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Date: 2010-05-21 05:42 pm (UTC)Seeing Mel is holding him, he holds the door for her so she can get him onto it.
"Infirmary's ready and waiting for you Mike." He says. "How far apart are the contractions?"
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Date: 2010-05-21 06:01 pm (UTC)"This isn't all contraction."
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Date: 2010-05-21 06:12 pm (UTC)"something tore," he says quietly. "falling in a puddle of stampy water was not part of my birth plan."
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Date: 2010-05-21 06:18 pm (UTC)He pushes the trolley, reaching down to take Mike's pulse as he does so.
"What's 'stampy water'?" he asks Mel.
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Date: 2010-05-21 06:24 pm (UTC)The news that Mike's just given is what she's more worried about. "What tore?"
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Date: 2010-05-21 06:45 pm (UTC)"thought it was just more bill hicks, but then something tore."
Beat.
"i'm really okay though."
See?! NOTHING to worry about!
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Date: 2010-05-21 06:52 pm (UTC)"You've had some false contractions?" he asks Mike, getting the idea what he means.
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Date: 2010-05-21 06:58 pm (UTC)What's the issue is that Mike's trying to get a baby out of a hole he did have last time she checked.
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Date: 2010-05-21 07:00 pm (UTC)Which could mean anything from one or two to...a whole lot more than that.
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Date: 2010-05-21 07:20 pm (UTC)"We'll get you into some clean stuff before surgery, don't worry."
'Distracting him' He mouths at Mel. Obviously the urine isn't relevant, but anything is better than than 'Your insides are exploding'. However feeble his attempts are to do so, Mel getting angry won't help that racing pulse Mike's got right now.
He turns the gurney to get into the infirmary.
"Okay, let's get you on the bed, sort out the pain, then we'll work out what's pulled."
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Date: 2010-05-21 07:22 pm (UTC)"We need anything?"
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Date: 2010-05-21 07:37 pm (UTC)Then after a second or two.
"possibly a stunt double."
When the smell of the infirmary washes over Mike, he winces. Mel may have thought that she was squeezing his hand, but really...he's squeezing hers. Hard.
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Date: 2010-05-21 07:46 pm (UTC)"Just giving you something for the pain Mike." he says, gently tugging down the top of his shirt to press the hypospray onto his shoulder. Future tech needs no needles. He gently squeezes Mike's shoulder, watching his face to see when it kicks in so they can move him.
"This should work quickly so we can transfer you onto the bed."
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Date: 2010-05-21 07:50 pm (UTC)Mel just ignores Guppy, now. Worrying about him won't do in front of Mike.
"Don's coming. He wouldn't miss this."
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Date: 2010-05-21 08:02 pm (UTC)Then...
Warmth. Nothing but warmth.
Oh make no mistake, the pain is still there, Mike just finds himself slowly not caring about it anymore. He visibly relaxes.
"wow...that's nice is what that is."
If its one thing Mike knows, is what a nice buzz feels like.
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