MAYBE ITS RED LIKE ROSES [♧] O, CHECK-UPS

[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]you're the physician (or magician, as the rank name goes) now, so you might as well be productive and go through the regular procedures. back in windclan, check ups were monthly, and you sat through a lot of them with kate whilst she explained to you what she was checking for; colds, coughs, fevers,- basically, any abnormalities. you hop forward, a small skip in your step and a satchel wound around your neck, "ah, monthly check-ups! can everyone come here, please?" you announce, blinking at those in the vicinity.[fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —AND I WALK THE EMPTY HALLWAYS / [color=#FFF]TAGS

[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]oh, jeez. you hadnt expected bill to show up at all. don't they know that you're going to be poking at them and prodding at them? talk about uncomfortable and awkward. oh well; its your job, and you're going to have to get on with it. "i can already tell by looking at you that you're not caring of yourself." you mumble thoughtfully, your eyes assessing bill's horrific figure. their limbs are scrawny, their eyes are always spilling that globby black blood, their teeth are stained, and their stomach is creepily bloated, an ugly, scary knot centering their midriff. not to mention, when they walk they have a drag in their step, almost like their body is weighed down by exhaustion (but didnt bill say that they dont need to sleep? huh). you'd call them a walking corpse if you hadnt already come into contact with one, and not even chara looks so repulsive. if you werent so wary of the guy, you'd have verbally announced your concern a long, long time ago, "but i guess i can see just how bad it is, so i'm going to be checking your vitals." you concede after a mindless pause, and then when you speak again you force your tone to be stern, a warning. "i will be touching you though, so dont freak out on me. kay?" and now you stop again, but you dont pause so that they can digest what you've just told them, you do it because you're readying yourself and steeling your own nerves. just being with bill is already an uncomfortable act, so touching them is no doubt worse. you move your paw close to theirs, attempt to ease it onto their wrist and then flip it over, pressing two nubby fingers into the inside of it, right below the location where a thumb would be, if bill had one. you check for a pulse, and find it. frown at the faintness. begin to count. one, two, three, four.. while you do this, you start to pester them with questions, strictly business, "do you have a history of smoking and drinking? whats your diet look like?"
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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]..twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. you note how fast it took to reach that number, mull over what it means, before addressing bill's question, clarifying, "y'know, your diet. what have you been eating? and how many times a day do you eat?" and bill doesnt smoke, but they do drink. you'll store that information away for later, then. "you're pulse rate is high and fast, by the way-- thats not a good sign. you're probably dehydrated. " you inform them bluntly, pause to look them over (specifically, their arms), and then correct yourself, "no, you're definitely dehydrated." but you arent sure how serious it is, honestly. "how much alcohol do you drink? can you guess?"
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[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]a high, or increased heart rate is a potential sign of dehydration and one quick scan at bills bony, vein-strained limbs doesnt leave much room for doubt in your mind that this is exactly what they are- dehydrated. at bills answer, you cant suppress a look of horror and shock. "you're supposed to eat every day to keep the body fit, not.. not once a week." the fact that they're still alive is jarring and a tad.. awe-striking? who knew dream demons, boogeymen, or whatever the heck bill is could be so resilient? "we're still surviving, arent we?" now its your turn to snort, "barely!" you retort, raising a paw to rub at one of your temples as you mull over bills predicament. dear stars above, this was meant to just be a quick check-up to see if anybody might have caught that sneaky "spring fever" or allergies, and instead you're dealing with some half-dead guy. "drinking alcohol cuts the body's production of a hormone that reasorbs water in half. you bill, are horribly dehydrated. you're also starved, if what you just told me means anything, but we'll get to that later. you need to start drinking a lot more water and a lot less beer or booze or.. anything other than water! otherwise, you'll die." and you're almost positive they dont want that. "i'll be swinging around your room to check on you now and again. i'll also get a diet planned out for you, and start getting someone to bring you a regular meal, which means you'll be eating three times a day. doctors orders." and god so help you, if they fuss even a little bit then you'll shove the chicken soup or whatever down their throat yourself.[fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —AND I WALK THE EMPTY HALLWAYS / [color=#FFF]TAGS

[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]/no f ucking way would they poke bill lmao, smol child doesnt have a death wish

you sigh in exasperation, blinking up at the ringmaster tiredly. why does there always have to be some sort of argument with them? "i wont believe it 'til i see it." you chirp out in response, and thats the last thing you'll say when it comes to that subject. you wing up a brow at the other in blatant disbelief when they then demand why they should listen to you at all. they arent serious, are they? you're trying to help them, and they're being difficult over being.. normal. or atleast, doing what are deemed normal things. "well, while you know all there is about the mind, i know all there is about the body and the body needs to eat and drink on a regular basis. you're not getting out of it, bill; i'll hook you up on an IV if i have to." you pause and think. add, "its not going to hurt you, so just do it. jeez, you act like everyone is out to get you or something."[fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —AND I WALK THE EMPTY HALLWAYS / [color=#FFF]TAGS

[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]"seeing it now." you flick an ear to show that you hear them, but dont return the words. instead you watch them retreat a few paces back from you with anger dancing in their eyes, leaving you to deal with a subtle pang of anxiety. an angry bill seems to go hand in hand with a violent bill, so you're a tad wary of their rage. at bills complaint about food being disgusting, however, that wariness dissolves as you briefly choke on your own laughter. stars, they're too much at times. "you sound like a little kid." and coming from you, thats funnier in hindsight since well, you're a little kid. "but its either we force feed you, which involves a tube being shoved down your throat, or we trust you to eat on your own everyday; you're call." personally though, you like option one; atleast you know they're eating something.[fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —AND I WALK THE EMPTY HALLWAYS / [color=#FFF]TAGS

[center][fancypost=background-color:;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt;line-height:1.4;]well, you weren't trying to soothe them; you were trying to make them see reason. now that they've agreed to your conditions though, you lapse into a softer state of care. normally, when dealing with a perturbed patient, you'd send a soothing wave of peacefulness over them, or massage their shoulders before they go. you do neither of these things to bill though, since you aren't entirely sure how they'd react (thats a lie-- you have a strong idea on just how they'd react) and personally you dont want to touch them again anyway. so you choose the vocal route, "you'll probably be stronger than you already are if you stay in shape." you comment passively, tone drifting towards thoughtfulness again now that the argument has subsided, "strong body, strong mind, its all important. as far as i know, a bag of skin and bones isn't much against a meaty warrior, even with your powers. so please, just keep that in mind." [fancypost=border-width:0; font-size: 8pt; text-align: center; line-height: 95%; width:400px;] ✧ —AND I WALK THE EMPTY HALLWAYS / [color=#FFF]TAGS