Sledger: The Sledgening

Chapter 4: The Sledger

The Medic smiled down at him, before speaking again,

"Alright, give me a minute to get my equipment," She said before rushing away, leaving the man to his own thoughts, but only for a moment. Immediately she had returned, pushing a movable platform with different tools on it,

"Alright.. How's about we check for blood pressure first..?"

-and thus, the medical procedures began.

-lol-

"Strange." The Medic said, looking over the mans results,

"Is there something wrong..?" Despite the quiet cadence of his voice his heart beat had accelerated at the thought that the Medic had found something,

"Nono.. In fact, it's the complete opposite, you're completely fine, albeit a bit underweight,"

"Then.. What's so weird?"

"Most people when they are rescued from barren places like that at the very least have a fever,"

"Oh, so I'm good?"

"Um yeah, but.." The Medic trailed off,

"Maybe you're like Toxic, I guess," She picked up on her last thoughts, she seemed somewhat suspicious of him now, though,

"Is that a bad thing..?" He questioned,

"Not at all, I just don't know how your body works, which could lead to bad things," She really wasn't good at talking to or comforting people, was she?

Suddenly a ringing broke the awkwardness and the Medic rushed to grab the phone. Even the man could see how quickly she had froze when heard whoever was on the other side of the phone,

"Oh- yeah, yeah, sure-" Nervous laughter "-yeah I can make sure he's there, yep!" Oh god, this is something pertaining to him.

Once the other caller hung up the Medic had simply stood there for a good solid minute, before she breathed in deep. She turned to look at the man, her face looking as though it aged from stress,

"The Commander would like to see you in fifteen," She wheezed out, oh boy.

"Ah."

"Yeah." She said, awkward as ever.

The two stared at each other for minute, before the Medic remembered something,

"Oh yeah- Your clothes! I'll be back in a minute!" She ran out of the room in a rush, presumably to wherever his clothes had gone.

He had just processed exactly what the Medic had said, he had barely thought to think about his old uniform. In fact, thinking about it now; it's a shock that it wasn't unrecoverable after the attack. Now he was just in a hospital robe, of course, it's cold, colder than he's ever felt(well, asides from the Frost Dimension, of course). The room was just cold. Probably(dear Below he hopes there isn't any side-effects to his stay in the Frost Dimension).

Well, he's probably going to need to find a way to that Commanders office, and he'd prefer not being rolled about in a wheel chair, so maybe he'll try to practice standing.

Hesitantly he lifted(literally) his legs off the side of the bed, them falling flat against the side of it. He waited a hesitant minute to lift himself off the bed. When he did, he immediately regretted it, his legs only holding his weight for a second before he fell with a loud thud! The man could only groan as he tried to get back up on trembling legs, holding onto the bedside stand.

The door slammed open, nearly flying off it's hinges, an exasperated Medic standing on the other side,

"'Got them!" She said between breaths, holding the sloppily folded snowsuit in a raised hand. She paused, seeing the mans state,