"OW! That so totally hurts!" -- Charles Xavier

[cityship]

The battle against the Ohm raged on, and the casualties on the ground were mounting. Injured crew members got emergency treatment in the field, which largely amounted to patching them up so they wouldn't die sometime within the next fifteen minutes. After that, they were quickly picked up by shuttle and brought back to the ship, where they were sent to a medbay that was getting progressively more crowded.

The situation was growing increasingly dire, to the point that Stacy activated one of the AI's to help out.



"Please state the nature of the medical emergency."

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[celery-brooch.livejournal.com]

The Doctor was looking pretty exhausted himself, what with all that running—there was always too much running involved—and it showed most clearly in his returning smile, a tired sort of open-mouthed grin that managed to look ecstatic yet anxious all at once. A particularly worried glance was cast at the growing lump on Jamie’s head.

“I can tell,” he muttered, shoving a hand in an outside pocket and leaning slightly forward; then he abruptly pulled back and went to lean on the nearest available wall, “—Haven’t seen the others, not yet. I suspect that Rose can take care of herself—“ considering that she was carrying around her own personal armory when they left her, but the Doctor didn’t mention that, “—and the other me probably knows where Jenny is.”

He hoped. The Doctor bit his lip.

“I suppose you haven’t seen, er, him, have you?”

[bonnypiperlad]

That worried glance is rather obvious to Jamie, even in his current state. "Och, don't worry about that. It'll take more than a wee knock to the head to keep a McCrimmon down," he says, sounding rather unperturbed about the whole issue. "Besides," he adds, "Katara's already healed the worst of it."

Appearances can be deceiving. Thanks to her and no thanks to the slow notifs, the external injury is mostly gone, leaving dirt and goop to masquerade as a bump in its place. His head still aches, though, even if there's no longer a visible wound there.

He would have to agree that Rose is likely fine. That was a rather impressive arsenal she had with her, and Jamie couldn't help but notice it. Jenny is probably fine as well, but that still that leaves Ten. He shakes his head - carefully, so it doesn't hurt so much.

"I've not seen him. Maybe he posted something on the bitty computer? I've not looked yet. I've got a wee bit of a headache."

[celery-brooch.livejournal.com]

The Doctor was, obviously, relieved. “—Good, good—“ he muttered and nodded approvingly; a group of medical personnel walked quickly past, looking slightly less busy than some of the others and, therefore, more observant, and the Doctor immediately glanced distractedly at a distant point and pretended to be searching for something inside his coat. This actually caused him more discomfort than he would’ve liked, though he continued to go unnoticed, thank goodness. The Doctor turned back and managed a thin smile, brow furrowed with momentary pain, and then he resumed his casual stance as if nothing had transpired.

“…Yes, that sounds like something I would do,” he acknowledged almost to himself, “—Well, we’ve only just departed. I’ll give him some time.”

[bonnypiperlad]

Not completely unnoticed. Jamie, who happened to be looking at the Doctor at the time, saw the rather abrupt hunt inside the coat, and the resulting expression afterward. And now that he thinks about it, the Doctor's been trying very hard to avoid the various medical personnel that are here. While Jamie really doesn't blame him for not wanting to draw the attention of some those individuals - that EMH, for instance, seemed a bit irritated already - he has to wonder if there's more to it than simple avoidance.

"Hey, Doctor...you're not hurt, are ye?"

He doesn't really think to keep his voice down when he asks, although at least it's within normal conversational levels... For Jamie, anyway.

[celery-brooch.livejournal.com]

Oh but the Doctor thought about that, and his instant reaction to Jamie’s statement showed this fact clearly; eyes widening, the flustered Time Lord let out a series of strangled noises that finally culminated in a hissed, “—Would you keep your voice down?” And he bent forward to better give his surroundings a cautious glance-over.

Once sufficiently satisfied that the EMH wasn’t about to spontaneously appear and start prodding him with medical instruments, the Doctor relaxed and straightened, giving Jamie a sort of apologetic grimace. He spoke quietly, as if imparting dire information on the workings of the universe itself.

“—It’s nothing life-threatening. Just made a mess of my hand is all—I’ll be fine by tomorrow.”

[bonnypiperlad]

There's the faintest hint of puzzlement in Jamie's eyes for a moment before they widen in surprise. What on Earth warranted that reaction? He's not really certain, and the expression on his face settles into a half-frown.

Luckily, he doesn't stay disgruntled for long. The apologetic grimace helps considerably in normalizing his mood, and his expression quickly returns to normal. It does have the desired effect, though - he does lower his voice considerably when he replies.

"Look, are ye sure ye don't want to have it checked out? I know ye heal quickly, but ye don't want those germ-things to get in the wound, now do ye?"

[celery-brooch.livejournal.com]

I’m sure the Doctor’s reaction had nothing to do with observing the EMH’s disgruntled behavior from outside the Medbay, and it was miles away from him imagining how much those disinfecting agents used on deep cuts would sting, because it’s not like those were things the Doctor was anxious about, no sir!

Of course, in coming up with an actual explanation for his apprehension, he only seemed to get more flustered. “—Ah—Well it’s not that bad,” he insisted, talking circles; then he apparently tried to correct this by avoiding the concern entirely, “I mean, I don’t want to distract the medical staff from the more urgent cases. That would just be unfair of me, wouldn’t it?”

[bonnypiperlad]

Oh, of course. The very thought of the Doctor being nervous over the imagined stinging of disinfecting agents hadn't even begun to cross Jamie's mind. No, seriously - it hadn't occurred to him in the slightest. This is the boy who was able to be convinced once upon a time that germs were something German doctors used. Sometimes - a lot of times - he's willing to take what the Doctor says at face value.

"Aye, I suppose. But I don't know what ye are worrying about. They'll take care of those cases before they get around to taking a look at us anyway." Assuming, of course, that the Doctor doesn't decide to escape while he can, since he hasn't been noticed yet. Jamie takes a look around the room, then sighs.

"I think we may have a wee bit of a wait. Do ye have some cards or anything in your pockets we can use to pass the time with, Doctor?"

It doesn't really occur to him that the Doctor would have to look through the pockets one-handed. After all, he's just been assured that the hand isn't that bad, so surely it won't be an issue.

[celery-brooch.livejournal.com]

The Doctor blinked, a somewhat puzzled expression crossing his brow. He’d almost forgotten how…well to put it nicely, malleable Jamie’s mind was when put with his word, especially after traveling with people like Romana and Adric for as long as he had. It was nice to have people that didn’t question his every utterance. He could get used to this.

“You would be pleasantly surprised,” the Doctor replied in a mild tone, reaching—unfortunately with his uninjured left hand—into an outside pocket, searching for the cards requested, “Medical triage may be a reliable method of assessing patient importance in theory, but in practice it often falls to the untrained mind’s personal bias—ah, one moment—“

Almost unconsciously his right hand flew from within his jacket and to the concurrent pocket, revealing the blur of a handkerchief tightly wrapped around the limb, stained in places with rusty orange; however it was gone as fast as it appeared within the cloth chamber, seen again only when the pack of cards (”World’s Greatest Inventors” edition, apparently) was located and passed to the opposite side. The action, though far more abrupt than any previously shown, seemed only to pain the Doctor slightly. His wounds were healing at the usual pace.

“Did you have a game in mind? Crazy Eights, perhaps?”

[bonnypiperlad]

The Doctor shouldn't get too used to it. Jamie does get into moods where he will ask lots and lots of questions to assuage his curiosity. However, when his head is throbbing like it is currently, he does tend to focus on that more than other things. Go figure.

In fact, he only barely even registers the movement of the handkerchief-wrapped hand as it slips in and out of the pocket. He rubs at his temple while nodding in agreement, trying to ignore the fact it only increases the sensation of pounding in his skull. Cards may not be the best thing at the moment, but he's hoping it'll prove enough of a distraction that he'll forget about his headache. "Aye, Crazy Eights. That sounds fine."

Jamie peers over at the pack of cards then, squinting slightly as he slowly reads out the name on the box. "World's...Greatest...Inventors," he says, then makes a small, disparaging noise. "Ye can't ever have just a normal pack of cards, can ye, Doctor? At least these ones aren't that optical illusion deck ye had the one time. I don't think my head could take that right now."