[His lips set into a thin line before he looks over at Yuuri and nods.] The dressin' looks good. Just remember to check for any signs of a concussion just to be safe. Head injuries can be lethal and look just fine on the surface.
[Keeping his voice even and careful, he's made certain not to look Jim in the eye as he checks him over. Even though he'll have to when he does check his eyes. Putting the tools away, he pulls out a pin light and curls one hand around the back of Jim's neck before flashing the light in each of his eyes. He breathes a little as the reaction is right before putting it away. He's tempted to do the pressure test, but he doesn't want to look that much like a damn mother hen when Jim is pulling the same shit he always does when he gets hurt.]
You have a head injury. [The words come out dryly as he stares at Jim not moving away. Brow furrowing, he tries to ignore just how much that damn hand on his arm helps and it pisses him off a little. Still he forces a calm breath, and straightens a bit.] Some people hit their heads and the damage is more internal than external. If there is something damaged in the brain, it could cause anything from as simple as memory loss to death and they look just fine before hand. It's an easy problem to miss.
He's got a small concussion, but most of his reflexes are fine. They're supposed to rest but I know damn well he won't listen to me. [Even if he is refusing to talk to him right that instant, his fingers are still playing with the hair at the back of his head almost nervously from the worry.]
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[Keeping his voice even and careful, he's made certain not to look Jim in the eye as he checks him over. Even though he'll have to when he does check his eyes. Putting the tools away, he pulls out a pin light and curls one hand around the back of Jim's neck before flashing the light in each of his eyes. He breathes a little as the reaction is right before putting it away. He's tempted to do the pressure test, but he doesn't want to look that much like a damn mother hen when Jim is pulling the same shit he always does when he gets hurt.]
You have a head injury. [The words come out dryly as he stares at Jim not moving away. Brow furrowing, he tries to ignore just how much that damn hand on his arm helps and it pisses him off a little. Still he forces a calm breath, and straightens a bit.] Some people hit their heads and the damage is more internal than external. If there is something damaged in the brain, it could cause anything from as simple as memory loss to death and they look just fine before hand. It's an easy problem to miss.
He's got a small concussion, but most of his reflexes are fine. They're supposed to rest but I know damn well he won't listen to me. [Even if he is refusing to talk to him right that instant, his fingers are still playing with the hair at the back of his head almost nervously from the worry.]