fandom_clinic | FTEC, Friday, November 2

The doctor is in.

Deadpool could so use pineapple juice right about now. And a nice cold beer. And his husband back. And a certain crazy woman dead.

But all he had with him was a bloody sheriff.

"Should I ring a bell for service?"

"I think he'll notice," Roy replied, grimacing as he tried to remember since when the town had gotten so big.

"What the hell happened to you?" Christian asked, standing up. "Don't tell me the dinosaurs are back."

"No, no. No return of THE SAVAGE LAND." And yes, it did have to be said like that. "Would you believe he fell down the stairs?" A beat. "On to a few knives?"

Roy blinked at Deadpool's remark. "No no, it completely makes sense. Leather wearing dinosaurs. Explains so much." He may have been exhausted.

"Riiiiiight," Christian said, wondering if it was actually BDSM gone bad. "Whatever you two want to do in the privacy of your bedroom is fine, but you need to agree to safewords so this kind of thing doesn't happen."

...

Deadpool boggled for a minute, almost dropping his hold on Roy out of sheer horror. "No! God no!" He shuddered. "While this did happen in my bedroom, it was someone else who did it."

"I was shot in the head when some of it happened, I think." Because that had to be added so suspicion wouldn't fall on him again.

"He got better," Roy said dryly, remembering again that he didn't really like Christian.

"Okay then," Christian said, clearly unconvinced. "Why don't we take a look at you, then? Come with me to Exam One (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/404418.html?thread=9237954#t9237954)."

[will be afk for awhile -- I'll tag back in as soon as I can.]

With Deadpool's help, Roy made it into the exam room, nearly collapsing onto the table.

"Go after her," Roy said instantly, though really he doubted Deadpool needed the encouragement.

Deadpool hesitated. Only for a moment, but nodded and was gone.

He could be serious. It just took proper motivation.

Roy made a face as Deadpool disappeared, hating not being able to go after Mary as well. His hands were shaking as he pulled his arm against his body. "Need a list, doc?"

"I think I can figure it out," Christian said. "Just lie back." He took a look at Roy's face first, examining the slash on his right cheek. "Not too deep, I'll just need to clean and bandage it, no stitches. Can you get your shirt off? Or I can cut it off."

"Hawkeye's going to kill me if I have to order more uniforms," Roy mumbled underneath his breath. Sitting back was enough of a job on its own however, neither of his arms really cooperating. "Might have to cut it."

Christian nodded, getting a pair of scissors so he could carefully cut his way through Roy's shirt, easing it off his wounded shoulder. "Now, that one's going to need stitches," he said.

Next he turned his attention to Roy's hand, noticing how he had been cradling it. "Broken fingers," he noted. "I'll have to reset and immobilize them. Are you hurt anywhere else?"

He nodded and shifted his leg so Christian could see the knife wound in his thigh. "Rest's just bruises," he said. "Can I make a phonecall first?"

Christian did a quick check of the wound. "All right, but make it quick," he said. "You're not bleeding to death but these need to be cleaned and stitched up."

He reached for the phone by the bed. "What's the number?" he said, figuring it would be faster for him to dial.

Roy gave him Cooper's number and then took the telephone from him once Christian had dialed to leave a quick message (http://pieandcoffee.livejournal.com/2301.html?thread=4861#t4861).

"Thanks," he murmured, his hand shaking as he clumsily tried to put the horn back on the hook. "If a woman by that description comes in, find me. Though I doubt she will."

Christian took the phone from Roy and hung it up. "What did you do to piss her off?" he asked, leaning over Roy and dabbing a cotton ball soaked with alcohol on his cheek. That would probably sting a bit.

It did sting, but Roy stayed still. "Know the wrong people, I suppose," he mumbled, still not sure exactly what had been going on.

After bandaging Roy's cheek, Christian turned his attention to the more serious wound in his shoulder, cleaning and stitching up the tear in his flesh. It was then he noticed the bruising on Roy's throat. "Did she try to strangle you, too?" he asked.

It was only because he wasn't able to reach up that Roy didn't touch the bruises at his throat. "Not a lot of trying about it," he mumbled, rather not mentioning the whole passing out thing.

"Must've been a strong girl," Christian said, finishing with the shoulder wound. He examined Roy's neck, checking to make sure nothing had been crushed, then cut away Roy's pants so he could clean and stitch the wound in his thigh. Knife wounds and strangulation did little to convince him that this wasn't a sex game gone bad.

"That's... one way of putting it," Roy said, leaning back and closing his eyes, simply too tired to do a whole lot of wincing. "People shouldn't be able to do things with their mind."

"She a witch or something?" Christian asked, far too used to Fandom now to boggle over that particular statement. He finished sewing up the gash in Roy's leg. Now for the fun part. He carefully took Roy's hand. "This part is really going to hurt for a minute," he said.

Roy opened his eyes. "Tell me something I don't know," he said, not too unfamiliar with broken bones.

"Not a witch. Mutant or something, I think," he made a face, quietly reaching to grip the sheets without drawing Christian's attention to it.

Best to get this over quickly. Christian held Roy's wrist firmly with one hand, then used the other to quickly jerk each finger into the proper place. "I'll give you something for the pain in a minute," he said, reaching into a drawer for a brace to put on Roy's hand to hold the fingers in place.

Roy had closed his eye firmly, jaw clenching but he didn't make a nose. His eyes stayed closed after as he breathed through the pain, his face pale.

"Not saying no to that," he said tightly.

Christian cleaned up around the bed and pulled a blanket over Roy, then filled a syringe with a drug to dull the pain and knock Roy out for awhile so he could rest and heal. "Your throat looks okay, just bruised," he said, injecting Roy with the syringe. "But it you feel a lot of pain there or have trouble breathing, just hit the buzzer to get me or the nurse."

"Will do, doctor," Roy said quietly, wondering if it was the same nurse as last time he was there. "Blonde nurse?"

Christian snickered. "Yeah, she's working today," he said. "I'll send her in to check on you."

"Mmmmm, good man," Roy murmured, already feeling the drugs starting to kick in. "Thank you, doctor."

"You're welcome," Christian said. "Buzz me if you need anything." He headed back out to the front desk, warily keeping an eye out for any sword-wielding mutant redheads. The scantily clad part was intriguing, though.

FTEC, Friday, November 2 - Day Shift

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