Post by newwwwusername on Jan 14, 2023 5:12:53 GMT
Chronology : Pre-canon
Headcanons : Autistic!Dennis, Dennis has chronic pain
The group was rehearsing the scene where Perkins follows Inspector Carter inside, carrying a bunch of props to set down on the mantlepiece. It was a minor scene, but it came with its own set of challenges- Namely how Dennis was supposed to hold all the props in his arms and set them down without dropping them everywhere.
See, Dennis was not very well-coordinated on the best of days, let alone when his arms were so full that part of the pile had to be haphazardly held under his neck. Just holding so many things would've been hard enough, but then he had to walk through the door and carefully set them down. Theoretically, it was a nightmare. In practice, though? Also a nightmare.
It led to him holding the bulk of the pile with his right hand so he could use his left to pick up each item and do the scene. The thing about that was, even with his chest, arm, and neck as added support, all of that weight was still on his hand, which he had to stretch out as much as possible and bend his fingers in ways that resembled contortionist poses just to hold everything.
And he had to hold that position for so long, too!
So long, in fact, that when he was finally done rehearsing that bit and got a break as they went onto the next scene, his hand still hurt. Not only did it still hurt, but it was a sharp, burning pain on the side of his hand that made him begin to worry Oh shit, did I tear a muscle?
He stumbled backstage, his usual chronic pain issues also messing with his legs for standing awkwardly with all those heavy props for so long. He sat down on the couch with a small whimper as he flexed his hand, trying to see if that would make the pain go away... It didn't.
A stagehand saw him and walked over with a concerned expression on her face. "Dennis, are you okay?"
"I think I tore a muscle in my hand" he muttered, holding up his right hand and pointing to the side of it. She frowned, taking his hand into her own and examining it. She couldn't see anything visibly wrong, but she had an idea.
"Tell me if I'm making it worse and I'll stop" she told him before gently massaging the side. While it did send a few short stings through the spot that was particularly bothering him, it overall just felt very nice, and he let out a sigh of slight relief as she did that. She eventually stopped, though.
"Did that help?"
"Kinda" he replied with a smile. "Thank you"
"No problem!" the stagehand told him. "Do you need pain meds?" she asked, seeing how he was reaching down to his legs to try and soothe the pain. He looked up at her again, surprised. "I have some ibuprofen in my bag if that would help"
"Uh, yeah, sure" he agreed with a nod. "2 pills usually does the trick"
"Got it" she told him, reaching into the backpack she had nearby and pulling out a small, white bottle. She opened it, shook it so two pills fell into her hand, capped it, put it away, and handed him the pills. She would've offered him water as well, but he took them dry before she could, coughing slightly from the clay-like taste before nodding again.
"Thank you, again" he thanked. "That was very nice of you"
"No worries" she replied again. "Just take it easy for the rest of rehearsal, yeah?"
"Yes, ma'am"
Headcanons : Autistic!Dennis, Dennis has chronic pain
The group was rehearsing the scene where Perkins follows Inspector Carter inside, carrying a bunch of props to set down on the mantlepiece. It was a minor scene, but it came with its own set of challenges- Namely how Dennis was supposed to hold all the props in his arms and set them down without dropping them everywhere.
See, Dennis was not very well-coordinated on the best of days, let alone when his arms were so full that part of the pile had to be haphazardly held under his neck. Just holding so many things would've been hard enough, but then he had to walk through the door and carefully set them down. Theoretically, it was a nightmare. In practice, though? Also a nightmare.
It led to him holding the bulk of the pile with his right hand so he could use his left to pick up each item and do the scene. The thing about that was, even with his chest, arm, and neck as added support, all of that weight was still on his hand, which he had to stretch out as much as possible and bend his fingers in ways that resembled contortionist poses just to hold everything.
And he had to hold that position for so long, too!
So long, in fact, that when he was finally done rehearsing that bit and got a break as they went onto the next scene, his hand still hurt. Not only did it still hurt, but it was a sharp, burning pain on the side of his hand that made him begin to worry Oh shit, did I tear a muscle?
He stumbled backstage, his usual chronic pain issues also messing with his legs for standing awkwardly with all those heavy props for so long. He sat down on the couch with a small whimper as he flexed his hand, trying to see if that would make the pain go away... It didn't.
A stagehand saw him and walked over with a concerned expression on her face. "Dennis, are you okay?"
"I think I tore a muscle in my hand" he muttered, holding up his right hand and pointing to the side of it. She frowned, taking his hand into her own and examining it. She couldn't see anything visibly wrong, but she had an idea.
"Tell me if I'm making it worse and I'll stop" she told him before gently massaging the side. While it did send a few short stings through the spot that was particularly bothering him, it overall just felt very nice, and he let out a sigh of slight relief as she did that. She eventually stopped, though.
"Did that help?"
"Kinda" he replied with a smile. "Thank you"
"No problem!" the stagehand told him. "Do you need pain meds?" she asked, seeing how he was reaching down to his legs to try and soothe the pain. He looked up at her again, surprised. "I have some ibuprofen in my bag if that would help"
"Uh, yeah, sure" he agreed with a nod. "2 pills usually does the trick"
"Got it" she told him, reaching into the backpack she had nearby and pulling out a small, white bottle. She opened it, shook it so two pills fell into her hand, capped it, put it away, and handed him the pills. She would've offered him water as well, but he took them dry before she could, coughing slightly from the clay-like taste before nodding again.
"Thank you, again" he thanked. "That was very nice of you"
"No worries" she replied again. "Just take it easy for the rest of rehearsal, yeah?"
"Yes, ma'am"