(Thank you for that! I really appreciate authenticity in RPs.) Evan's expression changed as his gaze shifted to Francis, but it only lasted a moment, and he shook his hand with a smile. "Good to meet you," he said brightly. "You're the Mr. Craw I've been hearing about. It's great to finally put a face to the name." "Evan," Poppy interjected. "We were about to go to the infirmary. You're welcome to come, but we really should go get this checked out." "Oh, of course," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "We should go." The group continued to their destination while various members of the medical team poked and prodded. Poppy glanced at Francis through the corner of her eye. "Deja vu," she muttered as she was poked for the millionth time with a 'Does that hurt?'
The lady recorded this information on a chart. They entered a room with a long, cylindrical machine, barely big enough to fit a human body. "Mr. Craw, have you had an FBS before?" the doctor asked.
The doctor shrugged. "It's a little intimidating, but it only takes a couple of minutes." "Plus, you have a button you can press in there if you need to come out," Poppy interjected. "It will let you out immediately." "Right. You're going to lie on this table here, and it will pull you in while it does some quick tests all along your body. It's imperative that you remain still unless you feel the need to come out. Do you understand?"
There was a beeping as the table pulled him into the cylinder. The space was very tight, with the sides pressing against his arms, and small lights swirled around his head, analyzing his condition.
"Just a couple more minutes to go, Francis," the doctor's voice said, coming on over the intercom in the machine. On the sides of his face, Francis would feel a slight pressure as the machine scanned his brain. Below his head, small mechanical arms were scanning his limbs and chest, checking for any sort of breakage or ailment. "Almost there."
The machine admitted one final beat, and Francis was pushed out into the open. "You can get up now," the doctor said, making a note on to his clipboard.
He got up, brushing himself off. "Well, that wasn't terribly unpleasant," he said, smoothing his hair back.
Poppy looked at him with awe. "I could never have done that," she said, shaking her head. "Your results will take a minute," the doctor said, flipping through some papers. " it's quite an impressive machine, isn't it?"
"I suppose it is. Very helpful with diagnostics, I assume?" he asked, then turned to Poppy. "Are you claustrophobic, or something?"
"Extremely helpful," the doctor said, nodding. He tapped a few buttons on the side of the cylinder, his brow furrowed in concentration. Poppy shrugged sheepishly. "I don't like being contained," she said. "I get panicky." "I guess it would be a bad idea to try and get you an FBS then, right?" Evan asked, his arms crossed. Poppy glanced over at him, frowning. "Yes, a very bad idea," she said decisively. Evan sighed, sounding a little frustrated. "You should get some sort of examination, Pops," he said. "Some of those bruises look pretty bad." "I'm fine, seriously," she said. "They look worse than they are." Evan frowned and looked pointedly at Francis. "You were with her when it all happened. Do you think that she needs a scan?"
Francis looked surprised for a moment. "Well, I don't think an FBS is necessary, but I would say she should get the cut on get side checked out." He paused. "But that's just my opinion."
Poppy sent him a look of gratitude, by Evan still seemed troubled. "Hm. Fine," he said reluctantly. The doctor turned around. "Me. Craw, your results are in. It appears you are suffering from electrical shock."
Francis frowned, crossing his arms. "Still? That happened so long ago," he huffed. "Damn that ambassador."
"I'm surprised that you've been able to deal with it for as long as you have," the doctor said. "We have some medication that can get rid of the symptoms. Luckily, it doesn't look like you have any fractures, and your body could probably fix it by itself, but we want to help it along." He grinned at Francis. "It's probably pretty uncomfortable." (Is that okay?)
(Yeah, that's perfectly fine! There might be one or two things that will happen in the future, though.) "I'd say uncomfortable is a pretty good word for it. Luckily it's mostly just muscle aches."
