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FTEC - Wednesday (Night Shift) - July 11th

Ronan sat back at the front desk, a novel in one hand and a donut he'd ~~handwavily~~ picked up from J,GoB in the other.

[OOC: Am around for a few hours, then off to Harry Potter. Will do what I can ping-wise when I get back, as well.]

[ETA: ~~Off to the movie, back around midnight Eastern time, hopefully.~~ Am back!]

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After adventures with punching this morning, Jack's hand felt still weaker, and he'd decided he had to do something about getting the damn painblocker out, so he could assess how badly it'd been damaged.

There was no way he could do it himself. Which would be why he was walking into the clinic, and saying, "Hey, anyone around?", without looking up.

Ronan looked up. "Yeah," he said. "I can help you." Immediate glance seemed to indicate non-emergent case, so probably not something he needed to call one of the doctors in for. "What is it I can do for you?"

Jack looked up and didn't start a list when he saw who was talking to him. He did grin, however, a lot. "Got a tiny little thing in my wrist and I need it out. Think you can help?"

"A 'little tiny thing'?" Ronan said, raising his eyebrow. He wouldn't have objected to the list, and just may have been starting one of his own. "Yeah, I can probably help with that. Here, come into exam one, and I'll take a look at it." He lead the way, and when they got in, he gestured at the examination table. "Hop up here," he said. "What can you tell me about this thing in your hand?"

Jack obediently sat on the table, still grinning. "Not a hell of a lot. It's called a painblocker, a little bit of monofilament they lay along the nerve." He held his wrist out, his hand palm-up. "Pretty much does what it says and it needs to come out."

Ronan nodded. "Could you take off your shirt?" he asked. "I'd like to take a closer look. At your wrist, I mean. I can scan it better with your shirt out of the way." He started laying out the spell needed, structuring it in his head.

Jack hid a smirk as he went to unbutton his shirt, then stopped. He couldn't resist. "Well, my hand is pretty weak, maybe you could help with the buttons?" he asked oh so innocently.

[ooc: randomly? I hate trains.]

Ronan quirked his eye, but nodded. "All right," he said. "I suppose I could do that." He swiftly helped Jack out of his shirt, and then instructed Jack to hold his arm out to his side. "I just need to..." Ronan trailed off as he narrowed his eyes at the arm, the Knowledge providing an understanding of the task at hand and offering suggestions for how to deal with it. He trailed his finger lightly along Jack's wrist, tracing the path of the painblocker, seeing it in his mind as clearly as if he were using his eyes.

"Magic?" he asked quietly, eyes half closed as he watched Ronan, enjoying the attention, even as he had to push down a tiny twinge of unease at getting magiced by anyone but Cedric. Luckily, Ronan's touch was proving an excellent distraction. "Think you can deal with it?"

"Wizardry, technically," Ronan said, a bit absently, falling into a more professional mode as he examined the way the filament lay. "You don't mind, do you? I don't have any medical training, all I can do is wizardry. But I don't think we've got any access to medical tech that could deal with this anyway, so you're stuck with me. I can deal with it, though, yeah."

"I had a cracked wrist, broke a couple of fingers and some bones in my hand and," he paused then shook his head, "a wizard healed the bones, but the damn things keeping me from knowing how much damage is left, and when I hurt it." He shrugged one shoulder. "Do what you have to do."

Ronan frowned. "There's definitely still some damage here, but it's not clear; I'm going to have to take the painblocker out first, and then I should be able to do something for you for the rest of it, too. It'll probably hurt when I get rid of the wire, though." He leaned forward, and traced his fingers back along the same path they'd followed, whispering in the speech as he continued to lightly move his hand back and forth. Slowly, feeling would return to Jack's hand, as Ronan told the painblocker to break itself down into individual molecules and let itself be flushed out of Jack's system naturally.

Jack shivered, a natural reaction to the touch, watching his fingers carefully. "What are y--" The question was cut off as his hand started to hurt. Whatever Ronan was doing obviously working, and pain flooded his hand, sharp and sudden. "Frak," he muttered, jaw clenching. "Okay, definitely some damage there."

Ronan frowned, narrowing his eyes at Jack's wrist and hand. "That's not good," he murmured, his hand moving away from Jack's wrist; he took Jack's hand in one hand, while the other traced up Jack's arm and traced a symbol on Jack's bare shoulder; it should dull the pain, but now block it completely. "I'm going to need a little something more for this," he murmured. "Uh, one second." Ronan turned away from Jack and began rummaging through one of the shelves.

Jack nodded shortly. It wasn't the amount of pain, he'd been hurt far worse than this, but it had come spinning out of nowhere, and it made it hard to control.

While he waited for Ronan to return, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, working on pushing it away.

Ronan turned back with a syringe; he pulled out the needle portion and discarded the rest. "Most of the greater healing spells," he started, explaining, "use blood. Freely given, of course. I'm just going to..." Ronan held one hand up, and pricked a finger with the needle. "Here." As a drop welled up from the prick, Ronan started speaking the words of one of the healing spells he'd been practicing in his head. Within moments, the drop had fallen, and the regular sense of the world stopping for a moment to listen had surrounded the two. For just that moment, the drop lay suspended evenly between their two hands, until the moment broke and the drop fell the rest of the way, absorbing harmlessly into Jack's hand.

It took him a minute to realise his hand really didn't hurt anymore, because he'd been staring at the drop of blood. "Impressive," he murmured, flexing his hand. It felt better, stronger, still not perfect, but the pain was reduced to a quiet ache. He lifted his eyes to Ronan's. "Very impressive."

Ronan grinned. "Thank you," he said. "I mean, I'm still relatively new to working with healing wizardry, beyond the really basic stuff, and some people can do some pretty amazing things. But it's nice to be appreciated for what you can do."

"I can think of other reasons to appreciate you," he said, smirking a little, and held out his hand. "But that one's pretty damn good. Jack Harkness, at your service."

"Oh?" Ronan said, smiling wide. "Do tell. I'm curious what these reasons might be."

He shook Jack's hand. "Ronan Nolan."

Jack let his gaze travel slowly down Ronan and back up as he hung onto his hand slightly longer than was necessary, and let that stand as his answer. "A pleasure to meet you," he said. "I'll have to think up some way to show my appreciation."

Ronan smiled, and not only held on as Jack did, but let his finger stroke down Jack's palm as they pulled apart. "Oh, it was my pleasure," Ronan said. "Still, we should hang out at some point. Perhaps after my shift here? If you'd like to come by, you can find me in room 507 in the dorms. Or are you a student? Do you have access there?"

"Graduated, but yeah, I live there." Jack's smile was wicked as he leaned back on his hands, lounging casually, making no move to retrieve his shirt. "So access is not a problem. Even if it was? You'd still find me knocking on your door tonight."

Ronan grinned. "I'm very happy to hear that," he said. He paused. "Didn't I hear on radio about you hooking up with Johnny Storm?"

"For a given value of hooking up." Jack smirked. "Nice kid, little bit confused. That going to be a problem?" Not that he was expecting to to be.

Ronan laughed. "Not at all," he said. "I'm mostly just glad that he's starting to expand his horizons beyond girls and me. I mean, sure, he and I are dating, but we're hardly exclusive." Ronan grinned. "Definitely not exclusive."

Jack's smirk got a lot wider, showing a flash of teeth, and he ignored the tiny twinge of...something. "Oh, he's definitely doing that. And I have to say," he pretty blatantly looked Ronan over, "he's got excellent taste."

Ronan grinned, and returned the overly blatant once-over. "Yes," he replied. "He does."

Laughing, he casually reached for his shirt and tossed it over one shoulder. "I think this is going to be a very interesting evening."

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