Pidge didn't need even half the attention that Dipper did and so she herself barely paid attention to what they were doing to her. Does it hurt here, where did you get hit and how hard, any cuts, scrapes, places where the skin is broken, scans for radiation just in case...It's all precautionary, and Pidge's focus keeps drifting to the other side of the screen.
The words "1000 rads" drifts across the partition and she nearly has a heart attack on the spot. And then it's followed up by the word "treatable" and she unclenches. She's essentially given painkillers and told to call them in the morning, and let off the exam table.
She lets Gym'll go by before she peeks around the corner to look at him. He's hooked up to IVs and covered in salve, but he's alive.
"If we were on the Castle of Lions, you'd be suspended in a magical cryogenic healing pod right now," she smiles at him, "Funny how a future hospital seems less impressive in comparison."
Too much on her mind, too much adrenaline still in her body and somehow, it's easier to say that right now than to ask point-blank if he's OK.
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The words "1000 rads" drifts across the partition and she nearly has a heart attack on the spot. And then it's followed up by the word "treatable" and she unclenches. She's essentially given painkillers and told to call them in the morning, and let off the exam table.
She lets Gym'll go by before she peeks around the corner to look at him. He's hooked up to IVs and covered in salve, but he's alive.
"If we were on the Castle of Lions, you'd be suspended in a magical cryogenic healing pod right now," she smiles at him, "Funny how a future hospital seems less impressive in comparison."
Too much on her mind, too much adrenaline still in her body and somehow, it's easier to say that right now than to ask point-blank if he's OK.