"Here," Howard motions for the Master to come over and ignores Daniel's unsolicited grammar lesson (and the opportunity to shoot back a 'just don't correct me, how about that?'). At least Daniel's speech is clear and coherent, though Howard still doesn't like the look of those undilated pupils. "Help hold this to his head, John. Head wounds bleed bad.
And Daniel's not doing that great a job applying pressure. Howard ignores the Master's little smile - he half expects its at his fear of Eneesh, and in that case Howard has more important things to do than get into a petty fight about irrational fears.
It occurs to Howard that Rory will be proud of him, that Rory taught him well. Something deep and buried in Howard feels excited to tell Rory and have someone congratulate him like that and look at him like he's moving and growing towards success. But Howard smothers that feeling under resentment that he'd think of Rory like some kind of arbiter of accomplishment in the first place. Rory's not his father.
"I told you not to move," he reminds Daniel. Chest pain, no, chest tightness. That's not good, but it doesn't seem to stop Daniel from taking steady, substantial breaths, and Daniel isn't coughing. Howard rests a hand on Daniel's sternum, so much less afraid of physical contact in a medical scenario than he is in his day-to-day action.
"Alright. Daniel, I think you got a broken rib, but I need to make sure it's not a collapsed lung. If you do have broken ribs, this is going to hurt a lot, but only for a second, and I need you to communicate with me and not move, alright?"
His training always told him to communicate with the patient. That's always been the hardest part, for him. Memorizing technique and procedure comes naturally, but empathizing with others and their pain has always been more difficult. It's like remembering how to conjugate verbs in a second language.
"And if you got broken ribs, I'll give you some numbing agents in a minute to help with the tightness. Just bear with me."
He moves his hand over two inches towards the side Daniel's clutching, over Daniel's collarbone, and presses down slightly. If Daniel's ribs are broken it'll feel like being stabbed, but only for a moment.
Re: Daniel Jackson || Sub Temple B - Sarcophagus Hidden Chamber
And Daniel's not doing that great a job applying pressure. Howard ignores the Master's little smile - he half expects its at his fear of Eneesh, and in that case Howard has more important things to do than get into a petty fight about irrational fears.
It occurs to Howard that Rory will be proud of him, that Rory taught him well. Something deep and buried in Howard feels excited to tell Rory and have someone congratulate him like that and look at him like he's moving and growing towards success. But Howard smothers that feeling under resentment that he'd think of Rory like some kind of arbiter of accomplishment in the first place. Rory's not his father.
"I told you not to move," he reminds Daniel. Chest pain, no, chest tightness. That's not good, but it doesn't seem to stop Daniel from taking steady, substantial breaths, and Daniel isn't coughing. Howard rests a hand on Daniel's sternum, so much less afraid of physical contact in a medical scenario than he is in his day-to-day action.
"Alright. Daniel, I think you got a broken rib, but I need to make sure it's not a collapsed lung. If you do have broken ribs, this is going to hurt a lot, but only for a second, and I need you to communicate with me and not move, alright?"
His training always told him to communicate with the patient. That's always been the hardest part, for him. Memorizing technique and procedure comes naturally, but empathizing with others and their pain has always been more difficult. It's like remembering how to conjugate verbs in a second language.
"And if you got broken ribs, I'll give you some numbing agents in a minute to help with the tightness. Just bear with me."
He moves his hand over two inches towards the side Daniel's clutching, over Daniel's collarbone, and presses down slightly. If Daniel's ribs are broken it'll feel like being stabbed, but only for a moment.