Something In the Punch
Title: Something In the Punch
Lynus was at a loss of what to do.
As a medic who had worked at the hospital, he had witnessed many sights. Broken bones he could deal with. Torn flesh he could deal with. He could even deal with a patient whose heart had literally stopped.
But he wasn't sure what to do with this...situation.
"Stop squirming, Simmons," Gunner Gerald muttered with his lips pressed against the rim of his mug of ale.
"But it hurts!" Simmons wailed, a very obvious grimace on his face as he clutched the left side of his face.
"Perhaps a drink of an alcoholic beverage would lessen the pain?" Hexer Kerri suggested.
"So, what's next?" Gunner Tiffany asked Lynus harshly, eying him off critically, not looking even remotely amused or patient.
Lynus wasn't sure how to answer that. He had never really dealt with a toothache before. He was a medic, a hospital worker, not a dentist.
He had tried everything he could think of. He even looked up a reference book, which wasn't easy to find. He had tried placing a cold compress against the outside of Simmons' cheek, but that didn't help. He tried getting Simmons to suck on a piece of ice, but that only agitated the sensitive tooth. Keeping his head up, rinsing, using floss. He even tried plugging the infected tooth with gauze. But there was nothing he could do to relieve the pain.
So, with little choice, he decided that his last option was to remove the tooth completely.
And that brought him to his next ordeal. Getting a pair of pliers from Thompson was the easy part. Getting that tooth out of Simmons' mouth, with the blue-haired Landsknecht squirming and wailing in pain, wasn't going to be easy. He tried. He really did. He got Simmons to lean back in his seat and open his mouth as wide as he could. He reached in with a pair of pliers and gripped the infected tooth.
But it was stuck. No matter how hard he tugged and pulled, even with Simmons practically squealing with pain and bar-keep Cass offering useless advice, the tooth just would not budge.
He was getting desperate.
"Hey, what's with all the noise?"
Lynus immediately perked up when he heard Axel's voice and jumped out of his seat. He had one last (crazy) idea to try. And Axel would be the perfect person to execute it.
"Axel!" Lynus said as he raced up to Axel, pressing his hands against his chest. "Perfect timing."
Axel reached out to take Lynus by the arms, a look of curiosity appearing on his face. "What's up?" he asked.
Lynus looked him straight in the eyes. "I need you to punch Simmons in the jaw."
Axel blinked. "...Pardon?"
"He has a toothache," Lynus explained quickly, reaching up to grasp at Axel's arm to tug him over to the table where Guild Cosmos were gathered, not so supportively giving Simmons support. "I figured you could loosen it for me."
"Oh," Axel said as he allowed Lynus to pull him, his lips twisting into a smirk. "Sure."
Reaching Simmons and his guild, Lynus let go of Axel's arm and stepped back, allowing Axel to do what needed to be done.
"Which side?" Axel asked as he cracked his knuckles and approached Simmons.
"Roger. Simmons, to your feet."
As soon as Simmons pushed himself to his feet, Axel reared back his right arm and curled his hand into a fist. Then, without a single word, punched Simmons on the left side of his jaw, immediately dropping Simmons to the ground with a loud thud. Letting his arms fall to his side, Axel glanced down at Simmons who was sprawled across the floor of the bar, quiet and stunned. No one made a noise, Simmons' own guild also rather surprised and shocked into silence.
"How's the tooth now?" Axel asked.
Slowly, Simmons managed to pull himself into a sitting position on the floor. He touched the side of his face with his hand, carefully testing his jaw and searching around his mouth with his tongue. Suddenly, his face scrunched up and abruptly spat into his hand.
And in the palm of his hand, accompanied with a few specks of blood, was a rotten tooth.
"Hey!" Simmons grinned, happy and relieved. "That got rid of it!"
Lynus sighed with relief and walked over to Axel, letting his red-headed Landsknecht wrap an arm around his shoulders. "Great job, Axel," he said.