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The Doctor is Out (and still in at the same time?)

Brainiac 5, for all his 12th-level genius, is an idiot. Sometimes there's just this thing that mad scientist nerds do, a sort of super-focus that overrides all else. Brainy seems to be in that fugue state of total concentration right now, as he distractedly gets himself some food.

He's an idiot because it's been days since he's, you know, eaten, because he still hasn't slept, and because he still hasn't had his own injuries tended to. (The plant-sap is a wound sealant and antibacterial agent. It'll do for now, is his reasoning).

Even now, he's synched up his omnicom to the vitals of the few left in the MedBay, and is plinking away at it. Sam is stable, but still in his coma, or else he wouldn't have left.

"Omnicom, record under medical file for Winchester, Sam. New entry. Neural regeneration proceeding as planned, and neural grafts seems to be healing cleanly. Vital signs are stable. BP and pulse are at normal parameters, but further monitoring is advised..."

While distracted, and prone to bumping into someone else with his tray as he carries it back with him to a table to wolf down slop as quickly as he's able, he's there, if anyone has need of him, or wants to goggle at the green guy (if they're new), or wants to know why Superman wanted to beat him up.

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Oho, this girl's got spunk. Dean approves.

"Yeah, cabbage butt. Let her operate on you." He says, making a suggestive face. Why yes, that was innuendo. "I'll hold her cape for her and she can get right to work."

Dean can't stop himself from snickering.

She starts to take off the shirt of the plant-suit, he pulls it back on.

"Stop that! I prefer it when first aid isn't treated like a burlesque show, thank you very much."

To Dean, "And do not call me that. It's Brainy." He winces, because he typically hates when people call him that too. "I mean, it's Brainiac 5."

"The shirt gets in the way. Let me take it off in a civilized manner, or I will take it off with my heat vision." Kara glares down at Brainy. "And trust me, you're not fit for burleseque. You have to be...burlier or whatever it is you have to be for burlesque."

She turns to glare at Dean. "Just because I'm cute and blonde doesn't mean I don't get innuendo, spanky." She turns back to Brainy. "Now get to work so I can get to work."

Really, she's going to need a doctor or something for this.

Dean's too amused to be afraid. And he's one of those people who will not believe a word you say until you prove it, so he's not worried about heat vision, either.

To Brainy, "Oh, dude. Your name is so Cabbage Butt from now on. Sorry, them's the rules."

And to Kara, with a smirk. "Who said I didn't think you'd get 'em?"

Ugh, pervert.

Kara's eyes flashed red. "You know I'm sixteen, right? Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap buildings in a single - - jeez, why does Kal ever let people describe himself that way? It's so lame!" Kara paused. "Anyway. Back on track? My cousin's on this ship now - both of them, really. Big, strong, strapping superheroes. You don't want to do anything untoward to me, or they'll do something very untoward to you, and we wouldn't want that...would we?"

Dean raises his hands defensively, laughing.

"Hey, hey, calm down, missy. I'm not stupid, I can tell you're not old enough. I was kidding."

He really doesn't want to get on her bad side-- but he doesn't care if she threatens him with strong, strapping superheroes, mostly because one, he doesn't believe in them, but two, who cares?

"Don't worry, I like older women, alright?" He flashes her a friendly grin.

"Regardless of her age, she helped save your brother's life by helping me carry him and the rest of the injured to MedBay. In the future, it would be wise of you, in general, to remember the women on this ship may be poised in a position to help you or your brother later on."

I.E. Watch where you fling the innuendo, Dean-o, 'cause if you piss off the wrong chick, they might let the tentacle beasts of Zarbon IV eat you. Just a friendly warning.

He taps the button to make a holographic privacy screen swish around the bed, since Kara seems to be so preoccupied with stripping him.

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Hoo, that shuts up Dean pretty fast. His expression changes from a cheeky grin to a blank face in seconds, and he glances away, turns back to Sam and doesn't say another word.

He'd defend himself, but somehow he thinks that Brainy probably will win any arguement he has to offer.

Kara makes a mental note to talk to Dean later. She really hadn't meant to be so horribly bitchy towards him. She was just...concentrating on Brainy. And livid that he refused to take care of himself. Still...

"Thank you," she says, before impulsively kissing him on the cheek.

Brainy feels kind of bad too, but there's no need for Dean to be acting all...primitive. By his time, misogyny is nigh on unheard of in more civilized circles, and even people like Jo weren't that bad with their leering sort of male monkey behavior. Dean hadn't quite said anything particularly bad, but they'd both effectively nipped it a the bud.

He actually isn't sure what came over him. The idea of someone else implying remotely lewd things to her had caused him to be ferociously protective. Perhaps overprotective.

That, added to the kiss to his cheek, means that now he's confused.

"You're...welcome. I suppose."

Kara, who's surprised and bright red at her kissing him - added to the fact that he's very shirtless, says nothing for the moment.

Instead, she just starts to putter and sputter and mutter about...trying to do what she can until the doctor arrives.

The EMH flickers on, when Brainy pushes a button for it.

"Please state the nature of the medical emergency."

"I have a severe abrasion on my back caused by a payload of rock salt from a projectile weapon, and unfortunately, am not a contortionist," Brainy says, plinking away at the scans and holoscreens even as the Doctor gets to work.

"A projectile weapon? Were there no pointed sticks available?" the Doctor snarks, and gets to work.

Brainy snorts, then immediately winces, and hisses through his teeth.

"Ss. Ah!"

"Most of the salt has been absorbed by your body, but it went remarkably deep..."

"It was. At close. Range." He grips the edges of the medbed.

Ow ow ow ow...

Kara reaches out and slips her hand under Brainy's allowing him to squeeze her hand, trying to share her strength with him. It's...the very least she can do, really.

For all his mental fortitude, Brainy is more a lab nerd than anything else, and something of a wuss when it comes to pain, and going days without bothering with it really did not do him any favors. His muscles (and how exactly does a nerd like him have abs like that?) tighten under his skin as he tenses up.

He grasps her hand with his own. What? It's there.

Kara's not sure how a lad nerd can have abs like that, but she's not complaining. She'd been too busy staring at his butt the last time he was naked to notice them.

Guh!

"It's almost done, Brainy. The pain's almost over."

"There we are. This polymer bandage will be absorbed into your skin as it heals," says the Doctor. "My scans indicate you have other injuries, however--"

"I can handle those myself. Your services are no longer required."

A pause. It always pays to be polite to AIs, given their possibility of sentience or obtaining it.

"Thank you."

The Doctor disappears and he lets go of Kara's hand, pretending he'd never held it in the first place, and taps a few things out on the screens, frowns briefly at Sam's before tapping something, and then he...starts stripping more, unpeeling the suit from his legs so that only the most pertinent bits are covered.

The reason for this is the fact that his legs are covered in bruises. He'd fought Robin, after all. He'd had plenty on his torso, but he'd made a quick sweep with the tissue regenerator earlier to take care of those, when he'd taken care of his face.

So, apparently, his back had been a giant mass of scrapes and scabbing, and his entire body had been banged up, and despite that, he'd gone the last few days utterly without complaint or even taking a moment to take care of himself.

Not that anyone else would know. But then, for all his bragging about his intelligence, he generally was quiet about such matters.

He's quiet now as he heals himself up, not looking at Kara, looking for all the world like a lonely child thoughtfully sticking band-aids on himself.

Kara moves up next to him. "Brainy. Let me help. Please. Despite your personal opinion, you can't do this on your own."

"Actually, yes, I am quite capable of doing this on my own." Although it is hard holding the damn thing at the right angle and distance...

Blast it.

Wordlessly, he holds out the tissue regenerator to her, a slight annoyed quirk to his lips.

"Press the button. Hold it at a 90 angle, approximately two inches above the bruise, and move it in slow sweeps. A monkey could do it. In fact, were Koko not sleeping, I'd hand it over to him."

He needs his hands free for the holo-screens anyway.

"Oh please," Kara snaps as she takes the tissue regenerator from him. "Look, Brainy," she says after she's gotten to work on him. "No one's going to think the less of you from accepting help from others. I'm not. No one else is. It's not bad to admit to needing help once in awhile." She smiles softly at him. Yes, she's being sweet. He looks like he's been through hell, and she's not going to be a snarky bitch just right now. "Just...there are some of us here who have your well-being in mind."

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