Post by illirica on May 23, 2021 17:41:54 GMT
If Alia had needed to make an educated guess about what Leon's response to what was happening would have been, she would have been entirely wrong. Worry, maybe. Panic, she could certainly see panic. Stoicism, maybe, a lot of his type went in for that in a big way. A complete apparent lack of knowledge about what had just happened? No, she wouldn't have guessed that at all. Her hands paused, only for a fraction of a second, and then she finished up her task with a surety that didn't have anything to do with the turmoil in her mind. "Trouble remembering?" He'd remembered her name, though, which meant that whatever he'd blocked out hadn't extended to that. "You had come to me complaining because you'd gotten hit earlier and thought there was some shrapnel lodged in your torso." That much was the truth, even if there had been a lot more to it than that - just one surprise after another. Alia finished bandaging him up, stripping off protective gloves and disposing of them. The action gave her time to think, and to decide about what she wanted to say.
She didn't like lying to her patients - their health ought to be their own, and that meant they needed all the information they could have to make informed decisions. Still, there was an art to how to say things, especially in a situation like this. She didn't want Leon panicking - that might result in him tearing himself open again. A calm tone was necessary - calm and relaxed, as if this sort of thing were something that she dealt with every day, or at least a few times a week.
She sat down on a stool at his bedside, giving him a thoughtful look, watching his eyes for any insight about what might be going on behind them. "Once we opened you up it looked like you had some sort of implant in there that was reacting poorly with your body. It's out now - we'll run some scans and see what it was doing and if you'll need to take any special medications to compensate. Sometimes things like that can be used to deliver controlled doses of hormones or other compounds. Insulin, or something to that effect." She was absolutely sure that whatever that thing had been doing, pumping insulin wasn't it - but it was an easy example, something familiar enough that even a dazed patient could get his mind around it. Alia picked up a cotton swab, almost absently, holding it in front of Leon's face and moving it side to side, watching to see if he tracked it.
"Have you ever had an MRI or a CT scan that you know of?" Her tone was practically idle as she delivered that inquiry, as if she'd been asking if he'd ever been to the beach or played any sports - something perfectly normal, nothing to worry about. Nothing to make him panic. And yet... the memory loss was worrisome to her, and Dr. Asai was beginning to wonder if that implant in his abdomen weren't the only one - if someone had been mucking around with more than Leon's guts.
A scary thought.
She didn't like lying to her patients - their health ought to be their own, and that meant they needed all the information they could have to make informed decisions. Still, there was an art to how to say things, especially in a situation like this. She didn't want Leon panicking - that might result in him tearing himself open again. A calm tone was necessary - calm and relaxed, as if this sort of thing were something that she dealt with every day, or at least a few times a week.
She sat down on a stool at his bedside, giving him a thoughtful look, watching his eyes for any insight about what might be going on behind them. "Once we opened you up it looked like you had some sort of implant in there that was reacting poorly with your body. It's out now - we'll run some scans and see what it was doing and if you'll need to take any special medications to compensate. Sometimes things like that can be used to deliver controlled doses of hormones or other compounds. Insulin, or something to that effect." She was absolutely sure that whatever that thing had been doing, pumping insulin wasn't it - but it was an easy example, something familiar enough that even a dazed patient could get his mind around it. Alia picked up a cotton swab, almost absently, holding it in front of Leon's face and moving it side to side, watching to see if he tracked it.
"Have you ever had an MRI or a CT scan that you know of?" Her tone was practically idle as she delivered that inquiry, as if she'd been asking if he'd ever been to the beach or played any sports - something perfectly normal, nothing to worry about. Nothing to make him panic. And yet... the memory loss was worrisome to her, and Dr. Asai was beginning to wonder if that implant in his abdomen weren't the only one - if someone had been mucking around with more than Leon's guts.
A scary thought.