Mick's mouth quirks into a grin followed by a barely there huff of mirth. "Natural analgesic, Summers. Beats ice wrapped in a towel, or frozen peas."
He doesn't waste time once he's got the okay, starting with a light touch to Scott's cheekbones. They're warm, but really, only minutely warmer than the skin on his cheek. A touch swollen, no doubt because of whatever's been inserted into his eye sockets.
Then the temples, feeling over the many bones of his orbit. Definitely swollen, but again, not infected. Very, very warm to the touch, but that's to be expected.
"All things considered," he says slowly, "You're healing well. The swelling will go down within a week, probably less for you. I'd recommend painkillers, but..."
Oh, but he really doesn't like the idea of this, not without a proper non-Extra surgeon in the city. "If we're talking corrective surgery...that'll take a bit of planning. X-rays, analgesics," protective gear "Logistics."
[location: Mick's place]
He doesn't waste time once he's got the okay, starting with a light touch to Scott's cheekbones. They're warm, but really, only minutely warmer than the skin on his cheek. A touch swollen, no doubt because of whatever's been inserted into his eye sockets.
Then the temples, feeling over the many bones of his orbit. Definitely swollen, but again, not infected. Very, very warm to the touch, but that's to be expected.
"All things considered," he says slowly, "You're healing well. The swelling will go down within a week, probably less for you. I'd recommend painkillers, but..."
Oh, but he really doesn't like the idea of this, not without a proper non-Extra surgeon in the city. "If we're talking corrective surgery...that'll take a bit of planning. X-rays, analgesics," protective gear "Logistics."