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Fandom Clinic, Monday 9/19

"Stabby has an eyepatch?" Stark asked when he arrived with the usual coffees that morning after his class.

"And a hat!"

"I see that. But the eyepatch is very new and he's had hats before." Stark was trying to figure out how the patch was even staying on. But this was Fandom and it was best not to to think too hard on these things.

"He's a pirate crab-tain," the nurse said, exasperated. "It be talk like a pirate day
Yarr!" The look Stark was being given implied he really needed to keep up. Probably because he hadn't noticed the pirate themed scrubs the nurses were wearing.

"Oh." Unsure what else to say, Stark just say down at the desk with his coffee.

"Ye'd best be showing Cap'n Stabby the proper respects now!"

The clinic was open, the alien was a bit lost, and the crab had been promoted.

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Where everyone but the alien is piratey.

Travis burst in sometime in the morning, carrying a very injured man with the help of a rickshaw driver.

"John Doe, mid-thirties, found on the causeway. Visible deformities to the right leg, severe laceration to the neck, both bandaged in the field, looks like malnutrition and dehydration to boot. Sats unknown. Minimally conscious and responsive."

Well, Stark. At least you got to see your firefighter boyfriend be professional once in a while?

Stark would prefer if his firefighter boyfriend (were they calling it that? Maybe they should) weren't bringing severely wounded people in though!

He looked up at the door opening then jumped up and walked quickly over to Travis when it became obvious something was wrong.

"What happened?" he asked softly. The nurses had followed, all seriousness now. "We'll need to take him back. Quickly."

"I don't know," Travis answered, even as he started towards the back with Arthur. "I was walking Probie when I saw him lying on the causeway. Best guess . . . whatever it was happened before he got here."

"Poor man," Stark said. "Come on, we'll take a look at him in here."

Where there are no pirates at this time. We hope.

Travis and the rickshaw driver transferred the man smoothly onto the exam bed, after which Travis tipped the driver handsomely.

"You're going to be okay," he told Arthur, giving his bloodied left hand a soft squeeze, since that was the one the man had seemed to be using at all confidently. "You're in good hands here, okay?"

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All the jostling kept Arthur swimming in and out of consciousness. When he was aware, he mostly heard John talking to him, registering the tone if not the words. There were strangers, and the air felt different than the Dreamlands. He couldn't quite believe they might be safe. He definitely didn't trust it.

"It's all right, Arthur," John said. "We're okay for now. We're in another hospital, I think." He looked over at Travis and down at his hand as it was squeezed. His fingers twitched, but he wasn't sure he wanted to hold a stranger's hand just yet, and anyway all the muscle control in the world was having a hard time overcoming the weakness of blood loss.

For all that Stark was prone to panicking in certain situations he could be calm when needed.

"You're safe here," he said quietly. "We'll take care of you."

The nurses were already busy doing just that. "He's lost a lot of blood," one said, moving to take care of that situation.

"He needs blood," Stark agreed. "And stitches. And...Will, I think."

He didn't need a hovering EMT, so Travis was backing off, Probie sticking close to his side. He bent down when he got to the hallway and gave her ears a good rub.

"Good girl, Probie. That was a very good girl. Let's get you some treats."

Stark watched him go, shook his head a little, and turned his attention back to the injured man on the table.

He murmured something that might have been a prayer but not in any language anyone here would know.

"What happened to you?" he asked, barely audible. Then, in a louder voice, "we'll need stitches. And his leg will need looking at. And everything needs to be cleaned. And he... he must be in pain."

Arthur wasn't dying. Stark was certain of that much. He just wanted to make sure he stayed that way.

"Stable first. The leg can wait a bit, I think? His neck, then everything else."

The nurses, who were very good at their jobs in spite of how little practice they got at these things, were already on it. And one was hopefully calling Will.

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The call had been pretty sparse on the details, but very clear on the fact that Will's presence was needed.

By the time he arrived the neck wound had at least been seen to, and the various less-serious scrapes cleaned and bandaged. Which left that leg.

Will was suddenly incredibly glad for all the CMEs he'd been attending on the mainland, because one of the more recent ones had actually been on orthopedic surgery.

"I'm going to sedate you now so I can work on that leg," he told the patient. The chart had said minimally conscious and responsive, so Will wasn't expecting too much in the way of an answer, but hopefully there would be some sort of acknowledgement.

"I'm glad you're here," Stark said, clearly relieved. "He's not dying but I want to be sure he stays that way. I haven't even met him properly yet I don't want to have to cross him over."

"You don't want to have to... what?" It's a good thing Will was used to multi-tasking, Stark, because what even did that mean.

"He's not dying," Stark said again. "I'd know. That's what I'm for. Tending to the dying."

Had nobody briefed you on your alien employee when you took over, Will?

"What can I help you with?"

"That's what y- okay, you know what, we're tabling that conversation for later. Right now let's focus on making sure he's not dying, like you said. Can you get him started on fluids?" The nurses had taken care of the blood situation, but he was still malnourished and dehydrated.

"Thought you knew," Stark said. "But yes. Later. Later is fine. Not going anywhere." Not until he was sure this new arrival was going to be alright if left overnight, at least.

"Fluids? I can do that. Yes." He nodded, already turning. There was already a needle in the poor man's arm, he just needed another bag hooked up. To start.

"Hm?" Arthur focused and slowly processed that, and his breath sped up. "John," he mumbled, barely audible. "You..."

"I'll keep watch, Arthur" John assured him. "It'll be okay."

Arthur nodded slightly and tried to relax.

Well, hopefully the sedatives would help?

Once he was sure the guy was out cold ~~so far as he could tell, since a second, non-human consciousness wasn't the sort of thing he knew to look for~~, he got to work on fixing that leg.

This was going to take a while.

True to his word, although John let Arthur's eyes slide mostly closed, he kept what eye he could and all his attention on the people around Arthur, making sure they were helping and keeping him safe. No matter how long it took, he wasn't going anywhere.

Totally helping!

Those were.... a lot of broken bones though. Ooof. Got them all set eventually, though!

Now it was just a matter of keeping him stable, and making sure he got enough nutrition and fluids.

Fortunately, Arthur was exceedingly stubborn. He'd made it this far; he wasn't about to let go now, even subconsciously. He was going to need a lot of that nutrition and fluids, though.

Arthur woke feeling floaty, everything soft around the edges. He felt a soft bed and stiff sheets underneath him, occasional movement and some stranger noises coming from further away.

"John?"

"I'm here, Arthur," John reassured him. "We're in a hospital. They operated on your leg."

Arthur shifted the leg, frowning, and realized it was in a cast, the ache from it present but distant.

"You're on drugs still," John continued. "And I think they said something about fluids."

Ah, that would be the ache in his arm and the cold feeling.

Will had stuck around after he was finished operating, to wait for his mystery patient to come out of sedation. And- oh. Looked like it was happening right now.

"Dr. Halstead, actually," Will said. "Who's John?" Was there someone else out there they needed to be worried about?

"Hm? John's..."

"Don't tell him about me, Arthur!" John cautioned.

"John's a friend. Where...mm. Where am I?"

"He's the doctor that operated on you," John informed him. "He looks entirely human, and he seems to be genuinely worried."

"For starters, you're in my clinic. Bigger picture? Fandom Island, Maryland. United States," he added, since the guy sounded British.

Though that could also mean absolutely nothing, since Rey sounded British and she was from, you know, outer space.

"... Earth," he added, after a beat.

"Mm. Maryland? What's..."

"Arthur, ask him how we got here. Ask him why he said Earth."

Arthur couldn't quite focus himself, so he went along with John. "How did we get here? Why did you say Earth?"

"To the island itself? I can't answer that. I can talk to the guy who brought you in, see if he knows anything more. As for that second question. It's, uh. Complicated?" he tried. He'd never really given any though to what he'd say if he ended up being basically someone's first point of contact on the island, but he was pretty sure if this guy was from a reality anything like his own, plunging him headfirst into the weird wouldn't work out well.

Stark had been lurking nearby, waiting. He didn't want to leave until he was satisfied that this new arrival would be safe for the night. He'd been alerted that the man had woken up and quietly entered the room.

"He's awake? And still not dy-" he stopped himself mid-word. That wasn't a helpful thing to say to a patient, usually. "Awake and improving?" That was better.

"Good," he added, nodding at the patient. "Very good."

Plunging headfirst into weird had been Arthur's entire last few months.

"Another man has entered the room," John informed him. "He also seems human, but there is a mask across half of his face, and there's no telling what it might be hiding. Be careful, Arthur."

"I'm awake," Arthur agreed, slurring. He wondered if there were anything more he should say. "Not dying is good." It was a decided improvement, anyway.

"You should have thought of that before you stabbed yourself," John accused.

"Agreed. And you're going to need to stay here for a little while longer so I can be sure of that." The guy seemed human but again, who knew. But Will was going to operate (heh) on the assumption that he'd need the same amount of time to recover as your average human would.

"Not dying is very good," Stark said gently. "Keep doing that. Please. We'll help if you need it."

"Do you need me to stay?" he asked, turning back to Will. "I can."

"Yes, Arthur, please try not to fucking die now!" John growled.

"Mm," Arthur agreed. "Do my best."

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