run_barry | Guy's Night Out

"Thank you," Caitlin says as she accepts the cup. "Have a seat."

She gestures at a chair and steps away to set aside the sample. She returns gloved up with a blood pressure cuff and pauses before putting it onto Yamato's arm.

"Oh. Yamato, what happened?" she asks with concern.

Sitting on a stool nearby, Barry speaks up.

"Oh, uh, that's-- he's fine, Caitlin. It's just a scar," Barry says, glancing at Yamato, not sure if he wants to talk about it or not.

Yamato tenses up in a moment of reflexive anxiety, because he vividly remembers Cisco's disapproval, and Cisco isn't even a doctor, and doctors are basically his natural predator and -- ...

"Y-yeah, Barry's right, it's fine, it's just a scar, happened ages ago, there was a Phantomon with a scythe and the scythe was poisoned and then some stuff happened and it got infected ..." Stop talking. Stop talking. Stop talking. Stop talking. "And I was distracted soIdidn'tdoanythingaboutit andthenitgotworse andafterthateverythingisablurbutit'sfinenow itdoesn'tevenhurtI'vepuncheditabunch."

He pauses for a few moments.

"Oh, hey, is that a blood pressure cuff? N-neat."

Caitlin leans in closer and closer to try and catch everything Yamato is saying. When she draws back there is definitely some disapproval in her expression mixed in with even more concern.

"Infections are serious, and this one looks like it was very bad," she says, reaching out to pull Yamato's sleeve up to get a better look. "You're very luck not to have died."

Trying to save Yamato, Barry speaks up, "Yeah but, you know, it was pretty hard circumstances and not an ideal situation at all. He was separated from his team and the Digital World doesn't exactly have a whole lot of hospitals for people around."

Barry feels like that would be the case at least, although he doesn't recall ever asking or hearing Yamato say anything about Digital World medical facilities.

"Have you noticed any lingering affects? Hindering of movements, residual pain?" Caitlin asks with a quiet frown.

Yamato tenses up like a deer in headlights when Caitlin pulls up his sleeve, although he does manage to wave his other arm in Barry's direction in a 'listen to Barry, he is so wise' gesture.

"Yeah, yeah, what Barry said."

He's going to have to pay back this debt next time Barry needs someone to cover for his own injury-related screw-ups, but that's a reasonable price.

"No, er, no lingering effects," he says to Caitlin. "It feels fine, I can move it okay, doesn't even itch anymore."

"I'm not exactly sure how great an example Barry is," Caitlin notes, casting a quick glance Barry's way before she pulls at the collar of Yamato's shirt to trace the scaring the rest of the way up.

Barry lays a hand on his chest, full flustered innocence. "Well, I-- I-- "

Yeah, he doesn't have anything to say to that.

"But," she relents, drawing back finally, "it does sound like a rather difficult situation to be in. I'm glad it turned out okay."

It does seem like it's healed as well as it could, and Caitlin finally gets the blood pressure cuff wrapped around Yamato's bicep.

"Here, put this on your finger," she says, handing over a monitoring clip while she sets about inflating the cuff and taking Yamato's readings.

Yamato tilts his head at Barry in a 'she's got you there' gesture, before he freezes up again when Caitlin pulls at the collar of his shirt. Once she draws back, he rubs a hand over the side of his neck, reflexively covering the point where the scar curves up it for a few seconds.

"Right, I will ... do that," he says, clearing his throat as he takes the clip and attaches it to his finger.

Despite being, perhaps, a little stressed right now, his blood pressure falls well within the optimal range for an athletic person of his age.

Barry throws Yamato a put upon expression that says 'yeah I know, thanks for that'.

Caitlin records everything on her tablet screen, and removes the cuff to replace it with an elastic band which she ties around Yamato's upper arm.

"Your vitals look great. We'll take some blood samples now and then get you in to start scans," Caitlin says, ready to start prepping Yamato's arm.

Yamato fiddles with the elastic band a little, lightly poinging it a few times, although he has the good grace to look a little sheepish when Caitlin talks again.

"Ah, sure," he says, giving her a quick smile.

When she sees Yamato's smile Caitlin strengthens hers.

"See, I'm not all that scary, am I?" she asks, gently swabbing his arm with an alcohol wipe.

Yamato ducks his head, somewhat embarrassed.

"I, er ... no, no, not that scary."

"Cisco told you I do lobotomies, didn't he?" Caitlin asks, getting a needle ready.

"Small poke," she warns before inserting the needle.

"... He might've said that. In passing. Maybe."

He doesn't react much to the needle going in, save for his gaze flicking over to it for a second.

With the needle set, Caitlin removes the elastic band and starts filling vacutainers with samples of Yamato's blood.

"Well, just know I only do it when absolutely necessary," she assures Yamato with a smile.

"Did you guys know that the leucotomy procedure was developed in the nineteen thirties and was still used through to the seventies in the United States?" Barry pipes in, sitting on a stool at one of the counters. "And the guy who developed it was actually awarded a Nobel Prize?"

Yamato laughs a little nervously, because he can imagine a few people (well, a few Jyous) who would argue that it would be very necessary in his case, but he flashes Caitlin a quick grin anyway.

He glances over at Barry, cocking his head. "I didn't know that, no. Seems like a shitty thing to give a guy a Nobel Prize for, but I guess people thought of it differently back then."

Caitlin looks bemused, fondly so, by Barry's random fact offering.

"It has become a controversial subject now," Barry replies to Yamato. "But so far the award hasn't been rescinded."

Finished with the last sample, Caitlin sets the vials aside and removes the needle, quickly applying a piece of gauze.

"Hold pressure on that," she tells Yamato, ready to turn the task of holding onto the gauze over to Yamato so she can ready more and some tape.

"Didn't know you even could rescind a Nobel Prize, although I guess that's not surprising."

He obediantly keeps pressure on the gauze, gaze flicking over to the blood vials, and then over to the tape.

"Doing okay?" Caitlin asks, watching Yamato.

"Well, as the statutes for the Prize are laid out now, you technically can't. But if there was going to be a case made for changing them I think this one would be one to look at," Barry says, shrugging a little.

Barry keeps his tone easy and conversational, but he's also watching Yamato, making sure he's alright.

"Hm? Yeah," Yamato says to Caitlin, giving her a quick nod. Getting blood taken isn't a huge deal for him, even if he's not exactly fond of needles.

"Yeah, no kidding," he adds wryly to Barry.

"Good," Caitlin says. "Let's get you in for scans, then. You'll need to remove anything metal and with your healthy vitals I'm going to guess you don't have a pacemaker?"

From his stool Barry gives a chuckle on that, given he's the one who's always 'Gramps'.

"Laugh it up, old man," Yamato says, throwing Barry a grin. To Caitlin, he adds: "No, no pacemaker."

He stands up, and after a moment's reluctant pause, pulls his digivice from his waistband and takes his limiter from around his neck, holding them out for Barry.

He doesn't much like not having them immediately on his person, but he knew he'd have to take them off for the scans, and he'd rather Barry hold onto them.

"Here. Try not to break them."

Caitlin quirks a brow on the old man comment, but leaves it alone.

Barry hops off the stool and steps up to accept Yamato's things.

"You know, with your crazy timeline you're bound to show up a grizzled old man for real someday, and then I'll get to make all the geriatric jokes," Barry notes.

Kidding or not, Barry does give Yamato a nod of assurance that his stuff will be okay with him.

"Let's get you set up," Caitlin says, leading the way.

"Please, if I live past thirty-five it'll be a miracle," Yamato scoffs, nudging his knuckles against Barry's forehead. "But hey, whatever makes you feel better about slipping into your twilight years, gramps."

He gives Caitlin a quick nod, following her.

Caitlin leads the way into another room where Cisco is prepping the MRI machine. When they walk in Cisco looks up, throwing a smile.

"Yams, hey dude, you survived the preliminaries," Cisco says with a grin.

"I definitely don't believe that," Barry replies to Yamato, trailing behind him and Caitlin. "But if that's the case, then you're middle-aged right now."

Which makes Yamato the old man here.

Caitlin heads across the room to check over the machine, tutting at she works.

"Given what a big help you were here, and what Barry's said about you and your friends in your world, I would hope you live well beyond that, Yamato. The world-- worlds really need someone like you around."

"I did," Yamato says, flashing a grin at Cisco.

He's all ready to jokingly ask Barry if that means he gets to have a mid-life crisis now (wait, does he get to pick what his mid-life crisis is about? Cool), except then he hears what Caitlin says, and gets hit by a wave of embarrassment.

"I, er -- I'm sure Barry exaggerated," he says, ducking his head. "But, um. Thanks."

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