[ Astarion follows him. He's stiff--there's no joke about knifeplay, or about playing doctor. It's strange, to both care and not care. He's not afraid to let Bones cut into his flesh, he's afraid of the memories it'll bring up unbidden. But Astarion is determined to be more than those memories, is determined to simply decide those memories aren't real, and so he knows he needs to do this, to be more powerful than whatever ghosts are trying to haunt him now. ]
You'd know better than me. I'm good at taking things apart. I don't really put them back together.
[ Bones can't say he expected Astarion to be so quiet, but he knows that everyone responds to these things differently—even as vampires. He doesn't know what kind of feelings might be attached to scars like these, so he's keeping his sarcasm to a minimum out of respect for the man. He's a professional, regardless of their childish fights on the journals. ]
Not many people are. Ain't like we're a medical school, either.
[ They make it into the surgical suite and it's—well, these are the whatever times. It's not 100% sanitary, but it's clearly kept cleaner than the rest of the infirmary. There's hardly any blood stains, and the operating table is set higher to accommodate a surgical team. ]
Hop on up.
[ Bones motions the table with his neck while he unrolls his medical kit on a nearby table. He's got every kind of scalpel you could need, and a few daggers, bone saws, you name it. ]
This'll probably be overkill, but I like to make sure I've got everything within reach.
[ He isn't really sure how Astarion will respond to all of this, but he isn't trying to freak him out. ]
Now, do you want me to try a sedative, or would you rather I talk you through it?
[ Nothing about Bones's display scares him. He gets on the table, seated at first, with his back to Bones. ]
Just talk me through it. Do you want me to lie down, or is this fine?
[ he's been through far worse, he reminds himself, although that's not much of a comfort. His fear earlier was about vulnerability, but this? He knows the limits of his body. He knows that he's strong and that he can take plenty. He's not afraid of whatever Bones is going to do to him. ]
[ Bones nods, efficient in everything once he's in proper 'doctor mode.' He takes this seriously, and he won't bother wasting time now that it's clear Astarion isn't going to pass out from fear or anything (it's happened! You meet all kinds when you work at Courtsheart.) ]
Lay down on your stomach. It'll be the easiest for me.
[ He starts scrubbing up properly, getting what he needs ready so they can start. I won't bore you with specifics but I promise Bones is at least a little better than your average victorian doctor. He washes his hands and even wears a mask and glasses to avoid too much accidental contamination. ]
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You'd know better than me. I'm good at taking things apart. I don't really put them back together.
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Not many people are. Ain't like we're a medical school, either.
[ They make it into the surgical suite and it's—well, these are the whatever times. It's not 100% sanitary, but it's clearly kept cleaner than the rest of the infirmary. There's hardly any blood stains, and the operating table is set higher to accommodate a surgical team. ]
Hop on up.
[ Bones motions the table with his neck while he unrolls his medical kit on a nearby table. He's got every kind of scalpel you could need, and a few daggers, bone saws, you name it. ]
This'll probably be overkill, but I like to make sure I've got everything within reach.
[ He isn't really sure how Astarion will respond to all of this, but he isn't trying to freak him out. ]
Now, do you want me to try a sedative, or would you rather I talk you through it?
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Just talk me through it. Do you want me to lie down, or is this fine?
[ he's been through far worse, he reminds himself, although that's not much of a comfort. His fear earlier was about vulnerability, but this? He knows the limits of his body. He knows that he's strong and that he can take plenty. He's not afraid of whatever Bones is going to do to him. ]
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Lay down on your stomach. It'll be the easiest for me.
[ He starts scrubbing up properly, getting what he needs ready so they can start. I won't bore you with specifics but I promise Bones is at least a little better than your average victorian doctor. He washes his hands and even wears a mask and glasses to avoid too much accidental contamination. ]
I'll start when you're ready.