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(Are you open for a medical muse or do you have someone in mind to play this already?)

(I am open to medical muses of any kind.)

*sitting next to him, reading a newspaper. Glances at him as he turns the page, disinterested* What're you in for?

Cut my hand open on a saw.

*still reading* And your mom never told you never to play with tools?

My mom died in childbirth.

Figures. Mothers are an evolutionary imperative. We'd all be screwed without them. *folds his paper up and tosses it aside* Thanks for proving the theory.

*grabs his cane and goes over to the nurses station, picking up the kid's chart* Come on. I'm destroying the human race one accident prone juvenile at a time. Step one involves making sure you don't bleed to death. *holds the exam room door open for him*

You're a doctor? *follows after him and heads into the exam room* I was distracted when my board slipped that's how my hand got cut. It has nothing to do with how my father raised me.

No, I just play one on TV. *closes the door behind him and flips the chart onto a table, pulling up a stool* Tell it to Darwin.

*gestures to his hand* Alright, let's see it.

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*lays his hand in his lap carefully unwinding the towel*

*makes a face* Ew. What kind of saw did you use?

Hand saw, which is good because I normally work with the circular saw.

Picking up the boy's chart, Luka heads for the room, as he enters he's a little surprised to find him without a parent.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Kovac." He snags a stool with his foot and takes a seat so he isn't towering over the boy.

"What happened to your hand?"

"I'm Gideon and I cut myself on a saw." He gestured with his head toward the hand he had tightly wrapped in a towel.

"That's not good. I'm going to need to take a look at it, depending on how deep the cut is, you might need surgery." Luka rose and gathered gauze, antiseptic, gloves, and a suture kit which he deposited on a wheeled tray table before returning to the stool.

"I'm going to take your bandage off, and clean things up first. Do you have someone here with you?"

"No not today. I left a note at home though,"he lay his hand down in his lap.

"If you have the number, I can have the nurses call while we get started, I'm sure that they'd want to be here with you." As he talks he takes Gideon's hand in his and starts unwinding the towel.

"What were you making?"

"No need. I don't want to bother my dad unless I have to have surgery in case it's a bad day,"he sighed,"A bird house. One of the bigger ones not a small one."

"Well, I have to have an adult's consent to treat you, so, we really do need to talk to him. Besides, I don't think he'd consider it a bother." He reached for gauze to replace the towel before removing it, just in case the wound was still bleeding.

"Do you build a lot of things?"

"He's sick if it's a bad day he'll be in his bed probably unconscious. I don't have anybody else that is legally in charge of me,"he looked at him.

"Yeah I like it."

"Hmm, I'm afraid we need to try, if we don't connect with him, at least we have it on file that the attempt was made." As he revealed the still oozing slice across his palm, Luka pressed the gauze to it.

"Can you keep pressure on that for me for a second?" He dropped the bloody towel on the tray then opened the antiseptic and suture kit. Wetting a fresh pad of gauze he returned his attention to the boy's hand.

"Thank you, I'll take it now." He removed the blood soaked gauze.

"This might sting some." He offered the warning before attempting to clean the blood away so he could get a better view.

"Fine. Can anyone else give a say or just dad?" Gideon held his hand on the gauze moving his hand when the doctor came back over.

He bit his lip to keep quiet when he started cleaning the wound.

"It would need to be an adult relative." With the wound cleaned he examines it.

"It looks like you're going to luck out, it's not going to need surgery, but, It will need stitches." He lifted his eyes to catch the boy's reaction.

"Have you ever had stitches before?"

"My dad is the only one,"he nodded.

"I'm glad. I really don't want to have to deal with a surgery,"Gideon looked down,"No no stitches before."

"They're not so bad, and I'll numb things up before I start." He lays a gauze pad over the wound before pulling the needed items out of the suture kit.

"This needle will numb your hand. You'll feel a little pinch when I stick it in, nothing more then that." He removes the gauze as he moves the tray closer and positions Gideon's hand on it.

"I just need you to stay as still as you can, okay?"

John's first instinct was to rush to his son crying out, "My God, are you OK?" but he thought a calmer entrance might be better.

"Doctor, I'm Gideon's father. Is he.. is he all right? It happened so suddenly..."

Gideon nodded at the doctor keeping his hand still. He sat up straighter when his dad came in. "Dad, did I get any blood on my bird house?"

John felt a surge of pride. Smart boy he had... but he masked his proud feelings with a look of genuine concern.

"The bird house is fine, son... but I'm more worried about you. Does it hurt much?"

"Dr. Kovac, and his injury isn't too bad, not so deep he'll need surgery, but, I will need to put stitches in to close the wound." Luka cast a glance to the boy's father long enough to identify himself before turning his attention back to his work.

"Thank you, Dr. Kovac. I appreciate all you've done for him, and I'm so glad he's going to be all right. Carpentery is a favorite hobby of Gideon's, and accidents of this kind are rare for him.

John Kramer, by the way."

Gideon watched the two of them trying not to look at his hand getting stitches.

"It's all part of being a boy." He addressed Gideon's father but gave the boy a slight smile.

"Is it okay, not hurting too much?" His stitches were small and tight, intended to leave as minimal a scar as possible once the wound healed.

"Almost done, I just need to bandage your hand, and you'll wat to keep it elevated and dry as much as you can. I'll send instructions home with you too. I'm going to give you a prescription for some pain medication, just in case you need them for the next couple of days." As he explained he finished tying off the last of the stitches and wrapped first cotton, then a wrap around Gideon's hand.

"No it doesn't hurt very much," Gideon watched him doing the stitches.

He relaxed a little trying to stay more focused on the process than on the little pain there was.

"That's because of the anesthetic, when it wears off, it will. You can take Tylenol if it's not too bad, but, if that doesn't help, then you need to take one of the stronger pills. Now, the stitches will need to stay in about ten days, until then, just take it easy, okay?" He finishes taping off the bandage then pulled a pad from his pocket to write out the prescription for the pain pills. Once done he hands it to Gideon.

"You're all done, we just need to get you some after-care instructions to take home and sign you out and you can go home. Do you have any questions?"

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