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There was a chime from Omi's ringtone as he received Aya's message. Seconds later he was down the hall, brushing past Aya as he settled on Ken's bed, feeling his face.

"You need a doctor."

Grumbling, he pushed Omi's hand away as well.

"Go away."

As if it isn't already obvious.

"He's irritable too."

Omi did go away, but only long enough to get water, a washcloth and tylonol. He resumed his seat beside Ken, touching his cheek lightly before helping him sit.

"Aya, would you get the doctor, please?"

Ken glowered at both of them, but he leaned back against the wall as he grunted.

"Look, I'll be fine in a couple of days. I just need some sleep."

Aya looked at Omi and nodded as he moved away from them so he could use his device to call for a doctor.

"As soon as they confirm that, you can sleep. Pill."

Omi wet the towel, laying it across Ken's brow gently before pressing the pill and water into his hand.

And he pushed his hand away yet again.

"I'm fine."

Slipping the device in his pocket, he turned back to them.

"He's on his way."

"That's nice, Kenken."

Omi sat on the edge of the bed, wringing his hands.

"... who the hell did you call, Aya?"

His eyes were closed now, so there wasn't anymore glaring going on, but there was soft menace in his voice.

"A doctor."

One that was close and good enough with what he did. Not someone he trusted but he had an easier time trusting people with his injuries compared to his secrets.

[It had taken but a few minutes for him to gather his medical bag and arrive at Aya's apartment. One of the conveniences to living in the same building...

The message had been brief, as always. Not that Solomon expected anything more from him by now. A roommate had taken ill... something that might not have raised any red flags except that this was from a man who had waited until he was in a dire condition before calling a doctor in to tend to his wounds.

Considering that, the roommate must be in pretty bad shape for him to have been called in. It was what he was expecting anyway...

Raising his fist, he knocked on the door.]

Edited 2009-06-18 04:35 (UTC)

The knock is what he was expecting. He'd told Solomon to knock when coming here the other night. At least the man remembered that much.

Leaving Omi and Ken in the room, he went to the door and answered it. He looked far better than he had when he'd seen this man last.

He was also ready to attack until he saw who it was.

Nodding politely, he opened the door and let him come in. Once he was, he shut it and led the way to where Solomon's 'patient' was.

Ken was in slightly better condition than that. Mostly because Omi was a mother-hen. He slid off the bed when Solomon came in, but kept ahold of his best friend's hand.

Ken leveled a stare on the newcomer, a frown creasing his face.

"I don't need a doctor, Aya. Get rid of him."

"My aren't you in good spirits?" He smiled pleasantly at the man lying on the bed, dismissing the grumpy protests as merely a possible symptom. "But, why don't we let me be the judge of that...?"

Having a cheerful bedside manner was required for anyone in medicine. A natural ability of his that made him perfect for such an profession.

Crossing the room with his bag, he knelt down beside the patient.

Aya had a talent for ignoring things. That included Ken's protests currently. Instead, he leaned against the wall out of the way. He needed to be there just in case something happened.

Right now, he was the healthiest and most mended.

"Shh, Ken. Just let him check you out."

Ken was blunt, sometimes rude, but he was not mean. Even in his worst moods. Omi bit his lip worriedly, squeezing his friend's hand.

Ken yanked his hand away from Omi, still staring daggers at the doctor.

"I don't know him. Get him out of here."

"Then let me introduce myself... I'm Doctor Solomon Goldsmith."

Never flinching, Solomon kept the same gentle smile firmly affixed to his face. It wasn't unusual for some patients to be openly hostile considering how they were feeling. His voice, he kept soft, soothing...

"Look, I'm here because your friends are worried about you... what could it hurt, just to let me take a look at you for a few minutes?"

"He's a doctor. Shut up."

Aya had little patience for Ken's attitude.

"And I still don't know him, you ass."

For all his protests, Ken gave them all one last glare, then closed his eyes as if they'd all just leave when he did.

Omi looked between them all, his expression plainly worried.

"He's never like this. I'm sorry, sir."

"Hm, is that so? Well, it's quite alright..." Taking Ken's attempts to block them all out as acquiescence, he set about the task of taking his temperature.

"Can anyone tell me what symptoms he's been experiencing so far?"

[ooc: Solomon is using an ear thermometer on Ken.]

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