outsiderslogs | Clinic Post [OPEN]

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.

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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."

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?"

Kengo didn't seem bothered by the other's behavior or the quick, rambling speech. He figured it was just because the other was anxious and had a lot of things on his mind. This clinic was certainly a busy place to be. While he listened to the other work, Kengo couldn't help but shift a bit, now starting to look uncomfortable. He didn't really know what all was involved as far as this society's method of examinations and tests.

"I don't recall suffering any injuries. ... I don't know about my father's health issues. He died before I was born and I never had access to that information. I never knew my mother either, so I can't speak for her side of the family." He felt horribly unhelpful and didn't like that he was spilling so much personal info, but it would help things go smoothly.

Remarkably, this is Mordin not anxious and not really terribly busy. This is just him at normal, everyday levels of existence. It only gets worse from here. Kengo caught him at a good time. The way the salarian eyes him might be a little disconcerting but he's not judging him for not knowing his history, just thinking.

"No head injuries. Unknown familial history," he records with a tap into his omni-tool. "Not uncommon on Omega. Will make do. Genetic work-up likely best option. Can map human genome in matter of days. Will require blood draw. Rest of tests simple. Can perform with omni-tool."

Again, though the methods were unfamiliar, nothing seemed to be too far over Kengo's head. As Mordin spoke, Kengo was careful to pay attention to everything he said, the look he was getting not helping how uncomfortable he was feeling. When the mention of the blood draw came up, Kengo couldn't help but make a face. Getting blood drawn was something he'd gone through so many times in his life while he tried to figure out what was wrong with him. At this point, it felt like a regular procedure.

Reaching up, Kengo worked on removing his school jacket, neatly folding it up and setting it on the table next to him. By the time he had rolled one sleeve up to his elbow, he suddenly seemed to realize that testing might not be the same as it was back in his own time. How did they take blood nowadays?

"I'm pretty much open to whatever you have to do."

Sometimes Mordin tried to be considerate and not overwhelm his patients with a plethora of information. Other times he just rambled off a bunch of jargon and pretended like they should know what he was talking about. It depended on his mood. In this case, he was just as interested in finding out what was wrong with the human as Kengo.

One side of Mordin's forehead goes up, "Assume not from current year. Old-fashioned method of blood testing often had number of side effects. Fatigue. Small risk of blood contamination. Injury to veins."

Needless to say, things have advanced a little. "Problem lied in equipment sensitivity. Unable to detect slight changes in different hormones and elements in bloodstream. Medical technology primitive in old days. Humans well behind salarians."

Hopefully Kengo didn't mind putting up with his rambling. It was one of those things that just didn't turn itself off ever. He held out a spindly fingered hand, "Hand please."

"Two thousand and eleven, actually." Which was, as Kengo had found out, about a hundred and seventy-five years behind the current year. That put a very large gap between the technology he was used to and the current year. Hearing that he had been incorrect about the method made Kengo more curious than embarrassed.

The comment about humans didn't bother him either. To be honest, he realized mankind's achievements and he was proud of them (partially because of what his father had accomplished), but he also recognized that humans had been far behind the other races. Talking to his salarian boss and digging around with what information he could gather had told him that much.

"It's nice to hear that medical technology has advanced that much." Kengo offered the hand of the arm he'd rolled his sleeve up on. "I'm still primarily familiar with my own era's tech, but I've only ever had passing familiarity with medical work." Really, that part was only because of how constantly sick he was.

"Spans incredible amount of time. Technology progresses quickly," he agrees with a nod. Mordin's intent hadn't been to embarrass him so it's good he's not bothered by it. He had just wanted to be factual. He passes on information as he can.

"New technology every year," Mordin agrees happily. He has a thing for tech, sorry. His fingers wrap gently around Kengo's and pulls a small finger pricking device from his pocket. This is one thing that hasn't really changed all that much. It has iodine built in so it disinfects at the same time. "Will feel small pinch."

"I'm sure I've felt worse..." Kengo thought aloud as he watched the process. At this point, he didn't have any issue with needles and he wasn't sure he ever had. It was something he'd encountered too many times with all of the checkups he'd received during his life and all of the other tests that it was really becoming as normal as... well... going to the doctor in the first place. Still, he flinched at the pinch as he always did, his face scruching up a bit from the sensation.

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