Private 「Erhard」

[sotoshini]

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Week 2 Sunday Evening

[sotoshini]

[ First time introductions aren't Natsuno's thing, but sometimes you have to suck it up when the need arises. And due to his actions the night before, he's kinda in need of some medical advice. They haven't talked before, but it was pretty obvious at trial that Erhard was well, a doctor.

To the shock of some of his other cr, Natsuno knocks politely on Erhard's door. ]

Sensei?

[cryosurgeon]

[It's been a long weekend and Erhard hasn't slept more than six hours out of the last forty-eight. Right now even coffee isn't working as well as it usually does, but he can't sleep because every time he closes his eyes he sees the blood dripping out of that horrible iron maiden.

So it's no bother when he hears a knock on his door, it isn't as if he'll sleep any time soon. The voice isn't familiar, and when he opens the door he's met by someone he's only seen in rare flashes and never spoken to. "Sensei"... this boy must be Japanese, like several of the others. Erhard offers a small nod.]

Can I help you?

[sotoshini]

[ It's okay Erhard, Natsuno can't get the blood from the iron maiden out of his mind either, albeit for completely different reasons. He makes a respectful bow before speaking. ]

I was wondering if you could help me with something. May I come in?

[cryosurgeon]

[In lieu of a verbal answer, Erhard steps aside and opens the door further, allowing Natsuno to step in. He crosses to sit at the foot of the bed, opposite the desk chair, where he gestures for his visitor to sit.]

I'll do what I can. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions, too? I'm trying to establish a baseline for everyone here.

[sotoshini]

[ What may seem like a harmless social cue is actually really problematic. Natsuno pauses, looking from the open door to Erhard. After a moment, he takes one step into his room but goes no further. ]

Ah, sorry. I don't mind, but is it really alright for me to come inside? We can do this some place else if that's easier.

[cryosurgeon]

Of course. Come in and have a seat. Close the door behind you, though.

[It's manners, that's all. Erhard isn't Japanese, he knows they have a very high standard of politeness, and social niceties escape him often. It's not that he's a rude person, just naturally blunt, but he's trying.]

I'm guessing you have a medical problem.

[sotoshini]

[ Nodding, Natsuno steps in fully and closes the door, the tension draining out of his shoulders. After a quick glance around the room he sits down. ]

I think I would call it more of an irritation but—[ He holds out an arm, his sleeve rolled up to his elbow. There's a pretty bright red rash trailing up from his wrist. ]

The trees outside are poison oak.

[cryosurgeon]

Scheisse....

[Erhard rarely swears, but when he's this tired and rattled, it slips out. First Takumi's injury and now this? Are all the plants on this godforsaken island toxic? Frowning, he carefully takes Natsuno's arm and looks it over closely.]

Definitely contact dermatitis. Have you washed your skin and changed your clothes yet?

[sotoshini]

[ There's no cuts or abrasions, but the skin around the rash is awfully pale. No abnormal temperature either,the surrounding skin warmer than the rest of his arm as expected. His complexion in general is pallid, but that doesn't seem to be a result of the poison oak. His other arm has a similar rash if inspected. ]

Yeah, this is from last night. I expected it to go away by now but it hasn't. [ The woes of having your healing factor suppressed.]

[cryosurgeon]

Dermatitis from urushiol irritation can take one to three weeks to heal. The only thing you can do is try to mitigate the swelling and itching somewhat.

[He gets up and goes into his bathroom, returning shortly with a pair of washcloths soaked in cold water. Gently he lays the damp but not dripping cloths over the rashy patches.]

Cold wet compresses for twenty to thirty minutes a few times a day. Let me see if there's calamine lotion or hydrocortisone cream in the first aid kit.

[Back into the bathroom he goes, coming back with a plastic tube of topical medication.]

Sparing application of this over the affected areas twice daily. It might sting more if you've scratched your skin raw, so try not to. If you see any purulent drainage, even a small amount, let me know immediately. This sort of rash can become infected if you're not careful.

[sotoshini]

[ ...weeks? Augh, he does his best to hide his surprise. What a pain. ]

Got it, thanks. [ Maybe the itch of the rash will distract him from his constant hunger, or maybe it will just make it worse. Either way, he'll find out soon enough. ]

Guess I won't be climbing trees here anymore.

[cryosurgeon]

That would be a good idea. At least your symptoms aren't as severe as Takumi's. There are trees here marked with X's that are far more toxic than poison oak.

[Erhard sits down across from Natsuno again, fixing that intense gaze on the teen.]

I've been trying to get a baseline on everyone here, to see if the SCP responsible for this causes any symptoms that develop the longer we're trapped. Would you consent to at least a cursory examination?

[sotoshini]

[ A nod. ]

...sure, I guess. [ He meets Erdhard's gaze easily but then looks away to a point on the wall. ] It's been a while since I've had anyone but the SCPs dogs look at me.

[cryosurgeon]

Nothing invasive, I promise. I don't have the equipment for it anyway.

[Erhard starts by checking Natsuno's pulse. He wishes he could do full auscultation but he doesn't have a stethoscope.]

Any dizziness, blurred vision, ringing in the ears, headaches?

[sotoshini]

[ Apparently Natsuno trusts him enough to be fully compliant, at least for now. If anything, he might be just a touch too curious, and he watches Erhard's movements closely as the examination begins. His pulse is slow—sluggish enough to draw some concern without being too alarming. ]

Unless you count the "trial" the other day, no.

[cryosurgeon]

Your pulse is slow. Sometimes that can occur if you're in peak physical condition, your resting heart rate will be low. You're rather pale, too. Any history of anemia?

[He gently tilts Natsuno's head toward the light and looks into his eyes.]

Wish I had a penlight for this.

[sotoshini]

...you could say that. [ He lets out a breath, lips quirking upward. While a penlight would work wonders here, it's clear that even with this lighting his pupil reaction isn't normal. There's something reflective about his eyes though it might just be a trick of the light, and his pupils are more constricted than is normal for this level of luminescence. ]

[cryosurgeon]

What do you mean, exactly?

[Odd, pupillary response is abnormal. There are several neurological issues that could cause it, as well as head trauma or drugs.]

Do you have cataracts or other ocular defects?

[sotoshini]

I can see just fine, sensei. [ He sure just did skip over answering the first question for the second. Blame anon for this, because he's learned that if you answer everything the conversation takes weird turns. Well, that and he's not the keenest on answering too. ]

[cryosurgeon]

[Erhard keeps trying to get a good look in Natsuno's pupils, but the lighting just isn't good enough. Still, it's enough to see there's something odd.]

You have something in both eyes. I wish I could get a better look....

[He tilts Natsuno's head a bit and catches a brief reflection that reminds him of a cat's eyes.]

What the--?!

[sotoshini]

What kind of doctor are you, sensei? [ The question isn't biting, but it is blunt. And while he's been generally submissive up to this point, he shoots Erhard a look that could just be typical teenager or something else entirely. ]

[cryosurgeon]

I....

[He imagined it, that's all. Humans don't have eyeshine.

But there are nonhumans in the Foundation. Shadow isn't anywhere near human. Which means Natsuno could be....]

I'm a general surgeon. I also studied virology. Why do your eyes reflect like that?

[sotoshini]

[ Nodding, he seems to accept that answer and leans back into the chair. ]

Isn't that something you should be asking an ophthalmologist and not me? I can see just fine, like I told you. My old doctor in Sotoba knew that better than anyone else and he was just a general practitioner.

[cryosurgeon]

[... he's an agent for the Foundation. He's been studying SCPs for the last few months. He himself is an instance, created by an SCP from fiction. The only reason he's denying the possible explanations for Natsuno's eyes is that he's still trying to think the way he did as a doctor and not an agent.

Erhard swallows and fixes the teenager with a stare as level as he can manage. He has to shatter his own reality in order to understand.]

Tapetum lucidum. Cat's eye. Your eyes are abnormal because... you're abnormal. You're not human.

[sotoshini]

[ The whole time Natsuno waits patiently, never breaking his gaze. Funny, he had played out this exact scenario once before in many parts. It all a bit silly really, to be going to these lengths and not just spit it out like he normally would. But is it his fault he wanted to draw out what happened to a pleasant memory?

Thinking of Tohru makes him bitter and angry. Thinking of Akira and Kaori makes him feel heavy and weighted down. Thinking of Ozaki well—it's enough to bring him some twisted sense of joy in how they managed to eradicate a living plague upon Sotoba together. Who cares if that plague was made up of trillions and trillions of cells instead of a virus?

His lips press together in a thin smile, and his eyes gleam bright red. ]

Nice job, sensei. The Ozaki Clinic really could have used someone like you around.