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Post by Egil Mednick on Jun 5, 2015 20:48:37 GMT -5
Egil was waiting with Don for a doctor. Not that they hadn't gotten Don's lip stitched back together by now, but there was still the matter of the seizure to discuss. The seizure hadn't been too bad in and of itself, but since Egil wasn't sure how much of it had been missed and it had caused some injury they were talking to one of the neurologists at the hospital. Or rather, he was. Don had been a bit out of it for most of it, but he'd have to speak about how it had come about, Egil wasn't sure he could say anything with certainty about that bit.
Besides, Don didn't have any type of identification or medical cards saying that he suffered from seizures, Egil had been living with him for quite a long time now and hadn't ever seen or heard of them. It was worrisome...
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Post by Donato Martelli on Jun 5, 2015 21:25:27 GMT -5
A blond doctor walked down the hall with a clipboard in hand. A patient with a seizure, and while it didn't seem like anything too troublesome if what he was reading was correct, it was still worth looking into. Anthony hadn't had many patients that day, and it was better safe than sorry when looking into these cases. Also, the name of the patient stuck out to him a little, not because of how foreign it sounded but he was sure he'd heard his sister mention a Donato to him once before. Well, guess he'd just have to see.
Donato was sitting with his head resting on his fiance's shoulder as they waited for the doctor to come in. The normally energized Italian was exhausted, though he managed to stay awake because he knew he needed to explain the seizure to the doctor and Egil. This really was something he should have told Egil forever ago, but in all honesty he'd sort of forgotten. They didn't happen often, and before that night his most recent one had been years ago. It was embarrassing, and the stitches in his lip only made it worse.
The door opened to reveal a man who looked very much like a certain ex-gangster that the couple knew. He gave a kind smile to the pair as he walked in. "Hello, I'm the neurologist, Anthony Shimazaki." He turned to the brunette, judging from the stitches he must be the one he was here to see. "You must be Donato, did I say that right?"
Don picked his head up and nodded. "Yeah, call me whatever though." He spoke carefully so not to move his lips enough to tug the stitches, dammit this was going to suck.
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Post by Egil Mednick on Jun 5, 2015 23:11:20 GMT -5
Egil moved his hand to entwine his finger's with Don's. He knew it was going to suck for the other Ookami. Donato was all kinds of loud and silly, he needed his mouth for most of those things... "And I'm Egil," he introduced himself, "his fiance." He wanted to be sure that was clear after what happened with Don's father. There wouldn't be a fight about it in the hospital, but Egil wanted Don to know he was still proud to be marrying him soon.
"Can you tell us what happened?" He asked.
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Post by Donato Martelli on Jun 6, 2015 0:35:58 GMT -5
Anthony smiled at the other blond man's introduction. He was obviously foreign too, which also sounded familiar to him. "Well congratulations." He told them before moving onto his question, he would ask if they knew Evangeline after he actually did his job.
"As for what happened, it doesn't look like anything unusual happened as far as a typical seizure goes." He looked down at his clipboard to glance at the notes written down. "Egil, it says here that you weren't there when it started, but that it couldn't have lasted much longer than a minute." He looked back up at the couple and continued. "So that's good news, risks of brain damage don't happen until around the three minute point, but if there's still any reason for concern we can see about tests?"
Donato squeezed Egil's hand in his a bit as the doctor spoke. There was no real reason behind it other than the Italian just wanted a little more assurance that he was there. He shook his head at the suggestion for tests. "Nah, I'm good Doc." He didn't need tests done if they weren't necessary.
Anthony raised a brow. "You don't look so surprised, but your medical history didn't show that you'd had a seizure before?" He left it open for Don to answer.
The Italian sighed and rubbed his head, now THIS was going to be a bitch to explain. "It's supposed to." He started before trying to figure out the fastest way to explain so to spare his mouth. "When my folks moved back to Italy they tried getting their's and my grandparents' info together. Since I'm named after my grandfather there was this huge mix up that ended with a lot of information getting erased." He still wasn't sure how a screw up THAT bad had happened, and he hadn't known if there was any way of getting that information back.
The neurologist's eyes widen at that for a moment before settling again, that was ridiculous! "Well I'm definitely going to look into that, there has to be physical copies of your information somewhere that can get transferred here." He'd ask Donato to give him the name of the hospital later, for now he had a whole new set of questions. "So are you Epileptic?"
Don shook his head a second time. "They're rare for me, I'd kinda forgot about them to tell you the truth." He scratched his head and frowned. "I only get them when I'm super stressed. I exercise a lot so that keeps stress down for the most part..." He trailed off and shrugged, not sure what else to say that would be important.
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