Håkon
11 years ago
[Event] is running up a flight of stairs, a document folder in his arms, when his foot catches on a step. Hands preoccupied, he doesn't manage to catch onto the railing and falls to the bottom of the stairs.
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Søren
11 years ago
heard something when he was studying and decided to check it out... not many people were here this time of night.
Håkon
11 years ago
hisses through clenched teeth against the pain in his back, though it's nothing compared to that shooting through his foot. He pushes himself up to lean against the first few steps, the folder some metres away.
Søren
11 years ago
noticed the folder and picked it up before looking to the stairs and seeing the other. "Bit of a fall, eh?"
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Håkon
11 years ago
blinked slowly once, inhaling and exhaling carefully, then looked up in the direction of the voice. His eyes darkened a tad, though his expression remained indifferent if not slightly pained.
Søren
11 years ago
could see in the others eyes the sense of pain he had. He made his way over and crouched down in front of him, before he pointed at his foot. "Can I have a look?"
Håkon
11 years ago
sighed quietly, putting a hand through his hair in silent exasperation with the situation. "Sure.." He breathed reluctantly, not at all certain if he'd do things better or worse.
Søren
11 years ago
carefully rolled up his pant leg before taking off the shoe and sock. He turned his head around the others ankle, not wanting to move his foot too much.
Håkon
11 years ago
just closed his eyes and curled his fingers in his hair, as if the embarrasment would fade away if he wasn't watching. He clenched his jaw when the shoe and sock were removed, but made no sound.
Søren
11 years ago
smirks a bit. "This just looks like a sprain. Ye should consider yerself lucky." He put the sock back on before undoing the laces of his shoe and putting it on loosely. "It'll need some ice though to keep down
Søren
11 years ago
the swellin', and it'd be best if ye laid down with it propped up with a pillow."
Håkon
11 years ago
kept his eyes closed, sliding the hand down from his hair to cover his face. He mentally cursed himself, feeling his cheeks burning in embarrasment. ".. Alright, t-takk." He grumbled, hating how awfully he _
Håkon
11 years ago
dealt with screwing up and especially in front of people.
Søren
11 years ago
stood up and held out a hand to him. "Come on. I'll help ye back to yer dorm. Ye shouldn't walk on yer own, or else ye might hurt yerself more."
Håkon
11 years ago
considered just staying where he was, but he knew from earlier experience that the other wasn't likely to leave that easily. He glanced up to the hand quickly, then looked down again as he reached up and _
Håkon
11 years ago
grasped it firmly. He hissed before shifting his weight to the good foot. At least it would be over with quicker this way, he hoped.
Søren
11 years ago
made sure he had his bag and the document that the other had dropped before putting the others arm around his neck, and his arm around the others waist. He made sure he was at least some what comfortable before
Søren
11 years ago
slowly walking to the doors.
Håkon
11 years ago
huffed lightly and dug his fingertips into the other's shoulder. "No." He grumbled and removed his hand from his waist. However helpful it was supposed to be, he didn't want more contact than needed.
Søren
11 years ago
blinked at that and nodded, keeping his arm near if need be, but not touching him. "How far is yer dorm, and which floor?" He didn't want to be out in the cold too long.
Håkon
11 years ago
sighed a little, careful with his steps as they went. "The nearest entrance of the male dorm.. and the stairs to the second floor."
Søren
11 years ago
nodded as he went slowly, not wanting the other to put any weight on his ankle. He got into the building, glad they were out of the cold quickly. He helped brace the other against the door so he could unlock
Søren
11 years ago
the door.
Håkon
11 years ago
had done badly up the stairs, having had to step with the wrong foot a few times to keep his balance since he'd stubbornly refused the extra helping hand. He uttered a low curse as he leant against the door, _
Håkon
11 years ago
trying to calm his breathing afterwards.
Søren
11 years ago
shakes his head a little. "I can tell ye don't like bein' touched or havin' friends, but ye'll have trouble gettin' healed well. And could even get permenant damage."
Håkon
11 years ago
didn't say anything on his first two statements, even if the second stung a little. ".. I take it you're a medical student, then." He murmured.
Søren
11 years ago
nodded. "Medical Sciences. Goin' to be a doctor some day, so it'd be wise to listen to what I gotta say. If not 'bout where we're from, then for yer own health and safety." He sighed a bit. "I'll stop touchin'
Søren
11 years ago
ye once we get ye on a chair or somethin'."
Håkon
11 years ago
stayed silent for a little while, then nodded. "Sounds fair." He found his keys and shifted a bit against the wall, soon unlocking the door. He pushed it open, then gripped onto the other's shoulder again.
Søren
11 years ago
helped him inside and to the nearest chair, sighing a bit after. "Where are yer towels or cloths?" He wanted to get some ice on his ankle quickly.
Håkon
11 years ago
moved his hand to the chair as soon as he could, relieved not to need the almost unwanted support anymore. He kept his bad foot off the ground, brushing over his rumpled shirt as he sighed. "I can help myself _
Håkon
11 years ago
now, you know.."
Søren
11 years ago
shakes his head. "Ye need ice on that before it swells anymore. And if ye hop around on yer other foot, ye'll put unwanted strain on it and it can buckle if used too much. Just stay off it for the night, and
Søren
11 years ago
let me help for now."
Håkon
11 years ago
sank into the chair and waved in the direction of a door. ".. Bathroom. Third bottom cabinet."
Søren
11 years ago
went to the bathroom and got a small towel, heading to the small kitchen after and finding a few bits of ice. He wrapped it all up and brought it out where the other was. He took off his shoe and sock carefully
Søren
11 years ago
before lightly applying the ice onto some key parts of his ankle
Håkon
11 years ago
rested his head on his wrist and watched him silently as he went back and forth. He hadn't been near as annoying today as their first encounter, quite the opposite actually, though he was still irritated that_
Håkon
11 years ago
he'd seen him like this and he had needed his help. He sat up straight when he joined him, letting out a soft sigh at the cold and gentle pressure on his ankle.
Søren
11 years ago
kept a soft grip on his ankle. "Sorry if I offended ye last time. I didn't mean to." He felt a bit guilty since he didn't like people being mad at him.
Håkon
11 years ago
watched him idly, his expression unreadable and his tone flat. "You were.. persistant after I said good bye twice, how's that accidental?"
Søren
11 years ago
shrugs. "I deal with a lot of different people. Some times when I persist they open up."
Håkon
11 years ago
crossed his arms loosely, but a bit defensively still. "You said you wanted to know 'bout geography.."
Søren
11 years ago
nods a little. "It wasn't a lie... I would like to know about Norway. I've never been there."
Håkon
11 years ago
frowned lightly. "I've never confirmed your assumption that I'm from there... Use a search engine."
Søren
11 years ago
just sighed as he moved the ice from side to side. He guessed it was a lost hope.
Håkon
11 years ago
fell silent after that, keeping his foot still as he watched the process absent-mindedly.
Søren
11 years ago
got a pillow nearby and put it on the ground, putting his foot on top of it with the ice still on his foot. "Try not to move for a while. And if ye do, when ye sit back down again, get more ice on it."
Håkon
11 years ago
's eyes focused again when he spoke, and he nodded to the instructions. He moved his hands to grasp the arms of the chair and sat up, pausing a moment before he spoke. "Thank you.."
Søren
11 years ago
smirks a bit. "Ye're welcome." He went to pick up his things, assuming now was a time to leave.
Håkon
11 years ago
sighed quietly, moving his gaze to the floor. Something about the situation made him feel bad, but he didn't say anything as he couldn't figure out what it was.
Søren
11 years ago
took out some paper from his bag and wrote down a number before handing it to him. "Here. This is a direct line to the medical ward. Call it if yer foot gets worse, or ye just want a check up. It's better than
Søren
11 years ago
callin' the actual hospital. We're faster and know how to get to all the rooms quickly in case it's an emergency."
Håkon
11 years ago
looked up at the note, listening to the information provided before taking it. "Sounds fair.." He mumbled.
Søren
11 years ago
smirks and headed out, waving a bit. "Take care. And try to stay off yer feet as much as possible." He walked out of his room and made sure to close the door fully. He started heading back to his room after.
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