Clinic Post [OPEN]

[salarian_savant]

who. Anybody!
what. Anything having to deal with the Clinic/Daily workings/Bothering Mordin
where. Mordin's Clinic
when. Anytime! Feel free to backdate or forward date!
warnings. Potential description of injuries/healing them. Will add others as necessary!

[ooc: This an open clinic post for Mordin! It doesn't matter what time your character shows up he'll be there! People just wanting to talk to Mordin are welcome to bug him too. Action spam or prose, doesn't matter.]

There was no shortage of people that needed the expert opinion of a medical doctor on Omega. It just so happened, Mordin was also one of the best and even though his clinic was still growing; it was busy at times. There were a number of his assistants bustling about at any given time but that was good. It meant there was business and it meant people were being helped.

Mordin was almost always in his clinic. He spent a grand total of two hours sleeping and some days, well, it just didn't happen. There were more important things to do than waste time asleep. The people of Omega needed him and there was always since to be done. He was always open to conversation and visitors so long as he wasn't with a patient.

So here he is, if anyone needs him, muttering under his breath about some science thing or another.

Comments

[anarrowtotheeye]

[Having been seen in by the receptionist, Dun heads over to the room Mordin's in and knocks. It seems like the good doctor's practice is attracting a lot of people's attention; the place seems busier than it was the last time he checked in. Hopefully he'll have time for a repeat patient.]

[salarian_savant]

[Mordin always has time for repeat patients. Really, those are the most important because it means he's done something right before and they're the ones that push new business in his direction.

Plus, he just likes to help everyone. He'll see everyone in the waiting room at some point or already has.

Mordin turns towards the door.]

Unnecessary to knock. Expecting you. Welcome to simply come in next time. Quite certain of repeat visits. Clearly trouble finds you easily.

[anarrowtotheeye]

[Dun bristles at that last comment; whether it was said in jest or not, he doesn't like being labelled a trouble-maker.]

I care not for trouble and I certainly do not go looking for it.

[And of course, his ribs take that moment to remind him that the last time he was in the clinic was because of his own actions. With a slight growl he enters the room and passes his request to Mordin.]

I want to know how I'm doing.

[salarian_savant]

[No judgment from Mordin. In his younger days he'd been quite difficult and had caused several problems. He can still be pretty stubborn, just have to catch him in the right mood.]

Apologies, did not mean to offend. Trouble finds everyone on Omega.

[Mordin gestures to the table.]

Please take seat.

[He raises his omni-tool again and taps at it quickly. Soon enough, another one of those holograms of a human appears above it.]

[motivationalspeaker]

[WELL MORDIN there's certain green dude here chatting with your receptionist. He's looking probably a little less concerned than he should be about the bleeding gash under his horn and the ugly bloody hole in his shoulder armor.

Well whatever. Kirrahe had been wanting to see the clinic anyway, and now he had a good excuse to harass the good professor.]

[salarian_savant]

[Bleeding patients get his priority, surprise surprise, so he's actually summoned by one of his assistants out to the waiting area.

He frowns at Kirrahe as he comes out and the green blood running down his face. There's going to be scolding, sorry.]

Did not need excuse to visit clinic. Perfectly welcome without injury.

[Now he'll be shooing him a little towards the back.]

Removal of armor necessary. Wound requires cleaning.

[motivationalspeaker]

[Scold all you want, you old toad. Kirrahe gives negative fucks.]

I hardly went looking for an excuse, professor.

[He looks slightly annoyed by said shooing, but won't protest. He had come in for treatment after all.]

Obviously. I may require assistance with that, I'm having difficulty lifting my arm.

[salarian_savant]

Appear to have found one anyway.

[That's Professor Doctor old toad to you, youngin. Mordin takes the irritation in stride. Has he mentioned it's good to see you Kirrahe? Because it actually is even if he doesn't say it. Capable allies are always good.

He leads him into the treatment room at the back and examines the armor.]

Can imagine. Damage seems localized to area. Will be safer, less painful, to remove in pieces.

can we backdate til about a week ago?

[fun_police]

Today the clinic's receptionist might find itself with a rather unusual visitor. What would a mech - a sapient one at that, have any business doing in a medical center for organics?

Well, he didn't seem interested in disclosing any details at the door. Prowl insisted that he needed to see the salarian doctor to discuss the use of any spare lab equipment, and that was it. He was willing to pay or trade for it if necessary. Unusual, but despite the secrecy, the request could hardly be called hostile. He was just being cautious.

With him were supplies equally as odd. One was easily recognizable: a starship-grade spare hydrogen fuel cell. The fuel tank was the smallest one could buy, but it was still a rather sizable barrel at around Prowl's own height. The other was a little stranger and much smaller. It was tightly closed flask of glowing, pink fluid.

Yep that's just fine!

[salarian_savant]

Mechs were usually an alarming sign; no matter what their intent actually was and especially considering that AIs technically were banned under the Council laws. Mordin wasn't terribly concerned about it. Besides being a scientist, he worked with Shepard and that meant direct interaction with Legion.

Of course, this didn't mean he was just going to hand over his important and rare equipment to just anybody. It wasn't going to leave the lab.

He heard them creating a fuss out in the waiting and that usually meant a merc trying to extort money. Mordin strode out of the back with nothing but his omni-tool activated and glanced over the stuff the mech brought with him. He assumed from that alone that this wasn't going to be a problem; he was ready either way, but he defaulted to medical professional.

"Welcome to clinic. How can I help?"

[fun_police]

Prowl glances from whatever conversation he was just having with the receptionist, abruptly ending what he considered to be the less important discussion. He was never much of a socialite.

"Mordin Solus?"

The question is rhetorical. Of course it's him, who else would it be? He turns around to face the salarian and steps a few paces forward with the flask in hand. That glowstick juice looks about as stable as the fuel tank he brought with him.

"I could use access to your lab equipment. Temporary access. It is best if the details are discussed in a more private setting."

[salarian_savant]

"Indeed. Run clinic, only doctor present. Admit unfamiliarity with species," he frowns and tips his head slightly as he examines Prowl's frame. Mentally he's comparing it with other known types of mechs and AIs.

His attention shifts to the flask and oops, his omni-tool might be scanning it. Superstitiously, of course, for now.

"Discussion required before use of equipment. Will have privacy in treatment room," Mordin turns suddenly and heads towards the back. Keep up Prowl!

[mathemagician]

Kengo had put this off for far too long.

During the attack and even afterwards, he had heard about the clinic and routed people there when they needed help. He didn't know about the sort of person who ran it, but it had to be better than nothing. He had been on Omega for nearly a month and now was the only time he had found to go to the clinic for himself. In the beginning, he'd been too lost, then the attack had happened, and then he'd found a job that took up most of his time. All of that, combined with someone arriving from his own world, and he was strapped to find time for himself.

Not that he really wanted it, considering what he assumed his emotional and mental state to be in. His attacks were still happening -- increasingly so, it seemed. Kengo had put his name on the list and waited for half an hour or so, nervously picking at the sleeve of his jacket. The king of the infirmary had waited so long to go to the clinic -- his friends would have been amused by that, he thought.

When it was his turn, Kengo carefully shuffled into the room, one hand in his pocket as he stayed close to the door. How was he supposed to handle something as unfamiliar as this?

[salarian_savant]

Unfortunately for Kengo, Mordin was not exactly your run of the mill doctor or at least not like any human might find on Earth. Alien through and through and a little odd even for his own species. However, he was an excellent and reputable physician. One of the best if he said so himself. He cared about his patients--even if sometimes it was only so long as they were in the clinic, mercs were mostly just a pain--but he knew there were some on Omega simply as a product of misfortune.

With the war and new arrivals, well, he could tell the difference. Nice, genuine people lived on Omega even if it did have a bad rap. Some people just couldn't afford more. Those Mordin definitely cared about helping.

Hopefully, Kengo wouldn't be alarmed by six feet, seven inches of scared salarian towering over him. Mordin hunched a little when he stood but not enough to really downplay his height.

"Afternoon. Please take seat on table. Request concise description of ailment." He smiled as he asked. Bedside manner and all that, but careful, or you'll get him rambling.

[mathemagician]

Being around a salarian wasn't anything new for Kengo, especially since his boss at Ariake Technologies happened to be one. What a salarian was doing working for a shop that specialized in weapons and armor for humans and turians was something Kengo hadn't figured out, but the salarian certainly knew his way around omni-tools. When the other approached him, Kengo bowed his head out of habit and made his way over to the table. He put his hands on either side of his body and lifted himself up, feeling increasingly awkward as time went on.

Where could he even start describing his condition?

"I've had the same condition for as long as I can remember. It's not necessarily a temporary thing and I'm not sure if you can help me. No one back where I'm from could ever figure it out. If I over-exert myself, I get light headed. Sharp pains." He tapped his fingers against his temple. "If I push too much, I collapse. After I rest for awhile, it seems to get better, but it's always hampered my ability to function as a normal human. I was wondering if you might be able to help."

It was certainly a long shot. Kengo really had no idea when it had started or what had caused it. Anything he would have imagined it to be would have been more constant or killed him by now, he was sure.

"It really only manifests as strong headaches. I can't focus, then it's like my body stops responding to me at all. My breath catches. ... I don't think there's really anything else to it."

[salarian_savant]

Mordin noted the bow but alas, he didn't have time to catch up on the customs of every single human culture. His work was more important. He just acknowledged it with a tip of his head and went about his business. He knew enough to assume it was some sort of greeting or respect thing. He didn't need to know much more.

He listened attentively as Kengo spoke about his ailment. Every symptom was mentally being paired with every human illness that Mordin knew about. He treated a fair number, even on Omega, but he didn't pretend to know every single one. This was, of course, where his omni-tool came into play. It contained a good deal of medical literature.

First though, scans.

"Assume personal belongings upon arrival did not include medical history." Mordin frowned, he would have to collect everything himself and it wasn't that bothered him at all. He just hated repeated tests the human might have already gotten. "Does not matter. Have equipment to perform again. Any history of head trauma? Stroke in family? Aneurysms?"

Always late... Can we backdate to just after the invasion?

[dowhatittakes]

[It's probably common to see asari in the clinic but not everyday that Liara is sitting patiently in the waiting room. She's already checked in with the nurse but she's looking a little more worn down than usual. That might be because of the nice gash on her crown and a couple of thick bandages hiding some rather bad burns along her arms and hands. They look sore and she's just going to be patient until Mordin comes around.

She really doesn't want to talk about how she managed to get so banged up.]

Yep, works for me! (and no worries I am slow!)

[salarian_savant]

[In all honesty, she waits a little longer than Mordin is happy with and that's not to say he favors some patients over others or because he knows her, but some of these mercs could do with waiting a little longer. It might teach them something. None of them have life-threatening or major injuries. They'll be fine.]

Dr. T'soni. Please follow me. [Mordin gestures her back to the room he's working in and his eyes drift from the gash to the bandages. He doesn't necessary want to press but he does need some information.] Injuries result of adjuctant attacks?

Okay! =D Just making sure.

[dowhatittakes]

Yes, partially. Most were from escape attempts that weren't coordinated well enough. [She'll follow him into the back room and do her best to explain the injuries.]

Primarily I'm worried about infection, I've been taking care of most of the wounds but the cut here seems to still be getting worse despite my attempts at cleaning it and applying medi-gel.

[Then she'll undo some of the bandages on her arms to give him an idea of some of the rather ugly looking half-healed burns she has on her.]

[unyieldingly]

[Hawke's been in time and time again to help Mordin and the others in the clinic with whatever she can. Science isn't her specialty in the least but Mordin's given her a chance. That's all she can really ask for at this point, after all. But she's also noticed that Mordin's never taking breaks, never stopping, always going.

She's wrapping bandages when there's finally some downtime for her to speak up.]

I don't know how you can keep going. Aren't you exhausted?

[salarian_savant]

[Mordin looks up from the notes he's making in a patient's file and turns towards her. It's paired with a shrug and a shake of his head, a small smile rising to his face. It's nice to have an assistant that cares again.]

Not particularly. Some exhaustion common from working in medical profession. Two reasons not worrisome amount of stress. First, personal dedication to work has long running record. Gained over decades of work in salarian Special Tasks Group. No breaks in military. Especially not in the field. Secondly due to salarian biology. Quick acting, quick moving, quick thinking, quick everything. As result, require only hour or two of sleep per night. Common to miss nights. Difficult to keep track.

[unyieldingly]

There's no way that you can simply run on two hours and manage.

[Not that she can think of, anyway. His dedication is more than admirable, of course, and she wanders over to stand near him. She doesn't get close enough to snoop on his notes just yet.]

That's going to catch up to you, you know. Missing nights and all of that. You're going to burn yourself out.

some random day in late march

[tobeahero]

[Ashlynn had been directed to the clinic some time ago, but only just felt up to making her way there. Between the bouts of sudden sickness, needing to make money so she could eat, and general confusing about where things were located, she just hadn't managed to get there any sooner.

Once she had, though, she stood around staring - looking rather like a bumpkin - and trying to figure out what all the things she was seeing was for. She was terribly curious and very tempted to reach out and touch a few things...]


[ooc: sorry for the late tag in, been really busy.]

o7 and no worries on late! Nothing is late. I am super flexible because I am slow :V

[salarian_savant]

[The clinic isn't terribly busy today. The rash of patients from the adjuctant attacks has slowed down and he has several assistants that are smoothing things out for him. They can deal with most of the minor things but Mordin still gets his hands dirty, so to speak.

She catches his attention because she's trying to touch things she really shouldn't.]

Please do not touch that. Part of security system. Will deliver minor shock upon handling without proper DNA scan. [Only not really. It just won't work. But she doesn't need to know that.]

[tobeahero]

[She pulled her hand back and turned to face the ...man? speaking to her.]

I'm sorry.

[The voice sounded male to her. Did non-human males all sound like men? Or did some of them sound like women? Oh! Hey! This one had a shorter horn on one side than the others of his race she had seen. She could use that to tell him apart from the rest!]

I've never seen most of these devices.