Fandom Clinic, Thursday

[deaddadsclub]

All Cristina had wanted was some food, and instead she'd ended up walking in on an asshole beating someone up. So after lots of yelling and a whole rant about vectors of infection, she brought the poor victim to the town clinic to get patched back up.

"Um, hello?" she called. "Can we get some help over here?"

One of the nurses, recognizing the girl under the winged glasses and overgrown bangs as the obnoxious new doctor, handed her a handful of bandages, a suture kit, and a bottle of isopropyl alcohol. "Have fun, kid."

"Um," Cristina said again, looking at the kit and then at the kid. "Alright, cool."

[one expected, but also open. Content warning for the link: fist fight with a homophobic subtext. Will update if needed re: discussions in this post]

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[geniuswithasmartphone]

Look, trying to get stitched up in the middle of a restaurant was just nasty. There was raw meat everywhere and people eating and and and food particles and didn't most places have, like, rats and things? Ew. No.

"Uh-unh!" Alec said, pulling away from Cristina. And wincing, because that movement had hurt. "Look, I really appreciate you whackin' that jackass over the head an' all, but do you know how to use any of that stuff?"

His jaw hurt and he couldn't be bothered to speak properly anymore, hitting every consonant.

[deaddadsclub]

"What was that?" Cristina asked, unpacking some butterfly bandages and gauze. "I don't speak broken-jaw."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Alec was just going to be grateful that his glasses had gotten knocked off back at the restaurant so he didn't have to see what she was doing. "Just sayin'," he mumbled, "don't need no Frankenstein stitches or nothin'."

He rubbed a hand over his cheek wiping away the--blood. Should.

[deaddadsclub]

"What?" Cristina said, and looked down at the suture kit. "Oh yeah. I'm not going to stitch your face. I'm not a sadist." She wet the gauze and started carefully cleaning the cut on his head. "I don't think this is that deep anyway. Everyone knows scalp wounds always bleed like crazy."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Alec's Nana was a nurse, so he should know that, but it was difficult to keep in mind when you were feeling blood dripping down your face. "So then where you gonna stitch?" he asked.

[deaddadsclub]

"Nowhere, unless you're bleeding somewhere else." Cristina set the bloody gauze aside and picked up the disinfectant. "You can use it to fix your shirt if you like."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Alec breathed a sigh of relief--at least until she mentioned his shirt. "Aww maaaaan," he groaned. "My Nana's gonna kill me. And make me do extra chores!"

Which was clearly the worse of the two fates.

[deaddadsclub]

"For getting beat up? That's draconian."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Nah," Alec said, shaking his head. "I ain't gonna tell her about that. She'll just worry an' be sad. I'll just tell her I fell outta a tree or somethin'."

You know. Because Alec so frequently climbed trees and whatnot.

[deaddadsclub]

"You 'fall out of trees' a lot?"

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Less now'n I did when I was little," Alec answered and she was free to take that as literally (or metaphorically) as she liked.