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Which is characterised by neat and tidy stitching of the pieces.

After spending a good long while passed out on the beach, Lee hobbled into the clinic.

"I think...I might need a bandage," he said, wincing at the talking and the breathing and the moving.

Igor looked up from what he was working on, saw Lee, and dropped it to hurry around. "Yeth, I would say you do." Igor looked him over carefully, "Here, let me help you into the exam room," he said, slightly more cheerfully than was probably comforting, moving to do just that. "You don't want to bleed on the floor out here."

"I'm not bleeding," he said, slurring a bit but not really fighting off the aid. "You have a weird face."

"Thank you," Igor said, smiling crookedly (not like he had any choice). "And you never know when bleeding might start. Come along, we'll get you settled," he said as he helped Lee into the exam room. "Give you something for the pain before I take a look at you."

"Welcome," Lee said, wincing and squirming and generally feeling like crap. "You're new here."

"That's right." He nodded, patting the bed. "Your brain is still working, that's a good sign," Igor told him. "Sit down before you fall over, and I'll get my kit."

"I usually come in when someone else is here," Lee said, managing to sort of crawl onto the bed and half lay on an half off of it because anything else hurt to do.

Igor eyes him, then nodded again, turning away to mix up...something. It was green and it glowed slightly, as could be seen when he turned back. "So you do this a lot, then?" he asked. "Drink this, all of it, right down."

"No, I visit my girlfriend," he said, taking the cup and nearly dropping it before getting a grip and drinking it down.

He sagged back against the bed and lay there for a minute, still aching.

And then the aching stopped.

Lee looked over at Igor and said, "Are you magic?"

"Better," Igor replied. "I'm an Igor." He grinned. "Now, let's see what all exactly is wrong with you." He frowned briefly, then reached for the scissors. "And I'm going to have to cut that off, I'm afraid."

"Cut what off?" Lee asked, a little scared. "Nothing important!"

Igor didn't roll his eyes; Igors didn't. "Just your shirt," he said soothingly and went to grasp the hem. "If you pull it off, you're just going to hurt yourself more, and it needs to come off. I can stitch it up, good s new, once we're done."

"Oh. Shirt. Right." He nodded dumbly. "Most people ask me that to see me shirtless. Not you, right?"

"Purely for medical reasons," Igor replied, and carefully snipped Lee's shirt away. (He did note the arms, but not for the reasons people normally did.) "You've done quite a bit of damage," he added, studying Lee. "You won't be going home tonight, and I want to stitch that lip and strap that shoulder."

"Oh no, where am I gonna go?" Lee asked, feeling a little bit loopy. "Space?"

Igor didn't facepalm; Igors didn't (even if they wanted to). "You're going to stay right here where thomeone can watch you. Your brain's been bounced about, and that needs careful handling." He fetched his sewing kit and set it on the bed next to Lee. "They're not so easy to replace, after all."

"Are the beds comfortable?" Lee asked, glancing at the sewing kit. "And my brain's not that bounced around. Just a little. I think I swallowed some sand too."

"Even a little bit of bouncing is too much." Igor looked up from threading the needle. "How did you swallow sand?" he asked, then dragged a chair over to stand on so he could reach Lee's head.

"I passed out," he said, nodding. "On the beach. And fell once before face first. It doesn't hurt anymore. I can go, right?"

"No, you're going to stay here, and when I'm done, you can have more of the green drink," Igor told him, picking up a cloth which was damp with something that was also slightly green, before climbing up on the chair. "Now hold still, I'm going to clean your cut and stitch it. Do you want it to leave a scar?"

"Um." Lee didn't realize he had a choice. "Pick one."

He didn't really mind either way.

"No scar," he decided, and very gently held Lee's chin in his many fingers. "This may thting thlightly." Igor cleaned the cut, then picked up the tiny needle and barely visible thread, and began stitching, happy the green drink rendered this part almost completely painless.

Lee, loopy and tired as he was, managed not to talk. He counted to twenty in his head and then to thirty.

He glanced down at his chest, saw the dark, ugly bruising across the area and winced.

Nodding in satisfaction, Igor snipped the thread. "There, barely vithible. Now, let'th deal with the retht of you." There was a sticky goo to go on the bruises, that smelled vaguely of pine and pastries, and bandages to strap Lee's shoulder and arm in place, and Igor was humming soothingly under his breath while he applied them. "Not long now and then you can retht."

So focussed was he on fixing Lee, he hadn't even noticed he was lisping again.

"It didn't feel this bad when it happened." No, it'd felt worse. "Are you a doctor?"

"I'm an Igor. It'th better than a doctor, becauthe we make thure you live," Igor said, tucking the last end of the bandage in. "If you're ever theriously hurt, you want an Igor. There, now, get ath comortable as you can and I'll make thome more of the green drink."

"Comfortable," he repeated, scooting back on the bed and managing to keep wait off the immobilized part of his arm even though it didn't hurt. He let his no longer aching (but aching head nonetheless) head rest on the pillow and sighed.

"Good lad," Igor said encouragingly, and hopped off the chair, returning shortly with a smaller glowing green drink and a straw, which he held for Lee. "Drink thith."

"All of it?" Lee asked, reaching for the drink and sucking down some of the liquid through a straw.

"Only ath much as you want," Igor replied. "Thtop when you like."

"Okay." He drank about half the glass before deciding he was gone. "I think I'm good. Hope it doesn't give me gas or nothing."

With a mildly offended look, Igor set the glass aside and laid a blanket over Lee. "An Igorth potionth do exactly what an Igor intendth them to do and nothing elth. It won't give you gath," he told him kindly. "If you need anything at all, jutht call, and I'll be in to check on you from time to time. You may thleep if you with, but thomeone will wake you up regularly."

"Mmm, got it," he said and he did kinda wanna sleep. He sighed and let his eyes slip closed. "Thanks, Eeyore."

"It'th what Igorth do." Shaking his head, Igor gave him a clinical once over, then left the room, turning off the light but leaving the door half open.

As he returned to the desk, his mind was very much on the boy in the exam room, with a particular emphasis on whether he might be inclined to leave his parts to the Igors when he no longer needed them. Sure, it was old fashioned, but until Igor perfected growing his own, necessary.

...and they really were the most impressive arms Igor had ever seen.

The nurses had shooed Igor out and were busily disinfecting the front desk.

THE MIKADO WAS AWESOME AND FILLED WITH EXTREMELY CUTE BOYS WEARING VERY LITTLE (ALL OF IT TIGHT) AND DANCING AROUND AN ARMSBREADTH IN FRONT OF ME.

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