fandom_clinic | FTEC, Sunday [08/07]

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FTEC, Sunday [08/07]

Ronan was exhausted, yes; his part of the spells yesterday had been draining, to say the least. Nonetheless, he opened the clinic, ready to take care of any remaining injuries from the previous day's battles.

Hopefully they'd actually come in to the clinic.

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"Thanks," Scully said quietly, very tired. "I don't want to go back to the dorms when I might still freak people out. Even if I can hold a conversation just fine now." And that was a huge, huge relief. Forget the physical, losing her mind was what had shaken her.

Ronan laughed a little -- mostly out of relief. "No desire to examine my blood, then?" he asked, already lining up the spells he'd need in his head. He nodded back towards the exam rooms before heading towards them.

Scully facepalmed a bit, then trudged back toward the exam room, contemplating her ripped jeans and shredded shoes as she hopped up on the table. She hated to say it, but... "Not in the least. Not at this moment." Although. "I'll want to read the reports later, though. I always do."

"You were recording on your MP3 player, too." Ronan started sketching his spell-circle in the air in front of Scully. "So you'll have that, too, if you want. This shouldn't take long," he added. "Although it may feel... odd."

And he began speaking through the spell.

Those would be a very useful chronicle of her descent into madness. Scully wondered if Mulder would want copies.

The ... spell, healing, however it worked, tingled. Not to the point of pain, but there was some discomfort in places where gray scales and other mutations had occurred. She tried to hold very still, and not scratch at the places that itched/tingled/burned.

It was definitely easier going for Ronan this time than any attempts to heal things before -- not easy, but definitely easier. The template was there, still, underneath the damage done to her cells, and he told Scully's body, 'This. This is what you're supposed to be. Look at it; remember it. Come back to it.'

Later this week, Scully promised herself, she'd sit down with Ronan and ask him how his version of magic healing worked. She could see some of her skin lightening in color from dark gray to light gray-pink already; and her vision felt... different. Her teeth were already smaller, she could feel that.

It was definitely Scully under there, maybe two-thirds healed up: her eyes were still black, but that was only the pupils, not from lid-to-lid, and you'd have to lift her lips to see the fangs.

"I really, really want to sleep," she muttered, and realized her voice was less hoarse too.

"Food first," Ronan suggested. He was a little put-off that he wasn't able to cure things completely, but at least he'd helped considerably. "You're body's doing at least as much of the work there as I am, probably considerably more; you'll need to recover. High calorie meal," he listed, "protein, iron, potassium. Complex carbs, especially, although simple carbs won't hurt."

Ronan would be more than happy to sit down and discuss his healing, at that.

Scully grumbled, knowing he was right, and tried to think straight. "Shower. And my extra set of scrubs here," she bargained. "I think I have some food in the fridge. Just a snack. Then sleep." Then she'd go looking for something larger to eat. "God, those poor deer."

"... If you can, try not to think about it." Ronan frowned at the bargaining. "And seriously, you need more than a snack. That took your body's own reserves -- you need a proper meal to recover."

"I know, but I just...." The effort it would take to go find food, pay for it, and even try to order it seemed epic at this moment. "Could we order in a pizza?" She yawned, and growled. Not impressively. More like a two-year-old that needs a nap.

Ronan considered. "Burger and fries," her counter-offered. "From Luke's, not Moobywhatever. Whole-wheat bun, sweet potato fries."

"Deal," Scully said in relief, sliding off the exam table, swaying a little, and then squaring her shoulders. "And a salad. I like salad." Inane, but her mind was wandering with sleepiness. She pointed back to the showers. "I'll be back in twenty."

She stomped off, because see! She felt better! Business as usual!

Ronan grinned and went off to order Scully's food. With a chicken caesar.

She really did need the calories.

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