After rummaging around, Mike finds the ice packs. Snagging one, he shoves the fridge closed. He doesn't even bother waiting for privacy. Decorum has long since flown out the window. He just wraps the ice pack in the shirt and slumps down against the wall.
Some of the tension bleeds out of him as the cold seeps through the cloth. It would hurt in a different way eventually, but for now he just waited for the cold to do it's job. To keep himself distracted, he focused on what minimal medical knowledge he had. This was basically a swelling problem. Or a blood flow problem. There were medications that helped with both. Hell, there were treatments to solve this exact problem, but if he was hesitant to put a needle in his arm, he wasn't about to put one anywhere more sensitive.
"An anti-inflammatory would be ideal right now," he said, as if it were a joke.
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Date: 2018-08-29 04:12 am (UTC)Some of the tension bleeds out of him as the cold seeps through the cloth. It would hurt in a different way eventually, but for now he just waited for the cold to do it's job. To keep himself distracted, he focused on what minimal medical knowledge he had. This was basically a swelling problem. Or a blood flow problem. There were medications that helped with both. Hell, there were treatments to solve this exact problem, but if he was hesitant to put a needle in his arm, he wasn't about to put one anywhere more sensitive.
"An anti-inflammatory would be ideal right now," he said, as if it were a joke.