trans_9 | Bendy-timed to just after the Superboy fight.

"Are you what happened to him, then?" He stepped out from the back, drying his hands on a towel and assessing the patient quickly. He looked worse off than the metahuman, the worst injury seemed to be the arm, but he looked like he was in quite a bit of pain. He wheeled around, opening a medicine cabinet and fetching the supplies needed for a nasty break, pausing at the medicine cabinet for a syringe and something to help the pain. "Doctor, how may I assist?"

She hadn't seen Superboy yet, but with a name like that, she could guess.

Faiza smiled at Rory. "First, we're going to need to see how bad that arm is. First, though. How bad is the pain? And your name, please." She waved Rory closer, crouching down in front of the young man in the chair to see his face. "Are there any other injuries? We'll need to be careful with pain killers if you've a concussion or anything like."

"Peter Parker. And I doubt it. I've got a tough skull." He joked, a little more effort than necessary.

"Any idea what the hell was going on with him?"

"It seems to have rectified itself, but he'll be monitored to make sure there aren't more flare-ups." He started setting out supplies, making himself available for the doctor with the ease of long practice. "Any information you can offer on his condition would be beneficial, Mr. Parker."

Faiza nodded. "I'm Doctor Faiza Hussain and this is Nurse Rory Williams. And I'd still like to err on the side of caution with your head for the moment, so we'll go with something low dosage. Nurse Williams, would you administer the painkiller while I check his arm?"

There was pretty much no reaction to Peter's name because it wasn't one she recognized. She was British. She'd have recognized Spider-Man, but not the guy who took his pictures.

"I've been wondering what a biological x0ray machine looks like." He said, not at all predicting what was about to come.

"Yes, Dr. Hussain." It was nice to be working with a proper doctor again, grounding. Despite the extremity of the situation and the insanity of his day to day life, medical practice was medical practice. They dealt with injuries and healed the sick and did their best to keep their parents as comfortable as possible. He pulled up Peter's chart on one of the holo screens, glancing at height and weight before programing the proper dosage. "Have you had one of these before, Mr. Parker? They sting a little, but you'll hardly notice. Faster acting than Earth, too."

He pressed the hypo to Peter's neck, making sure his alignment was correct before pressing the button to dispense the analgesic.

Faiza waited a few more moments, letting the pain reliever start to work before she pulled the sling off. And winced. "Oh. Well, that's a bit sticky, isn't it?" It was obvious to her eye that there was no clean break involved in this.

"Well then, nothing for it now." Faiza stepped away to wash her hands. Or, rather, put them through a sterilizing field. "We'll give that a moment to work." She shook her head slightly. "Never get one of those on the NHS budget, would we?" she asked Rory, smiling in his direction.

"Not a chance. They'd keep us waiting for years. This though, these are convenient." He tapped the chart with his finger. "The entire crew, and I'm not trying to wrestle with the computer system or dig up the actual chart, just need to tell it what I want and there it is. Some things here I would like to take home with me. In fact there's not much I wouldn't take with me, given half a chance."

He glanced at the arm with a faint grimace, carefully schooling his face to lack reaction. At a glance, he rather thought it would need surgery to piece the bone back together. But he wouldn't say that in front of the patient.

"Completely agreed." Faiza hooked a chair with her foot, bringing it over to sit in front of Peter. "This is going to be a bit weird, Mr. Parker. And it may sting a bit. But we'll have you back almost good as new soon."

She offered him a friendly smile, then raised her hands. An aura of blue power sprung up around them and reached out for Peter's arm.

Then the arm--came apart, the power still containing it but muscle and tendon separated from bone so that she could see the numerous breaks in the bone. Once she had that, she could shift them where they needed to go to reset the bone and let it heal properly.

Peter took one look at the arm, swooned, and fainted.

Rory blinked, trying to put the utter unreality of the current occurrence into the reality he was currently occupying.

In other words, he gaped, unrepentant, at the sight of Mr. Parker's arm pulled apart like an intricately designed three dimensional puzzle.

For a moment, all he could think was how much the doctors at his hospital would love the ability to do that. "Ah-uh."

He glanced at the chart, then back at the fascinatingly disgusting display. "Is there anything I can help with, Dr. Hussain?"

"Mmm." The bits of bone were slotting back into place, though some piece took more finesse than others. "The bone will heal better on its own without me doing anything more to it." Bones were weird. But it made sense. "So we'll still need to put a cast on it." Her eyes flickered over the amount of bone needing to be reset. "I think we'll need to go with a long arm cast." The one that went over the elbow. "It's rather a large break."

"I'll get the supplies, Doctor. Anything else?" He couldn't stop looking at the rather morbid display.

It was fascinating, really. To see it all working together and pulled apart so that the individual parts were visible. Like an incredibly high tech x-ray. Only above and beyond what his generation could even dream of creating.

He made himself turn away to get what was needed and a sling for the cast, leaning to peer between the chart and the individual components of a human arm. He hadn't done more than glance at the chart for the required information. Huh.

The patient was younger than he'd first thought. And..well, his chart was strange. "Doctor, look at this." He paused, staring at the bits of the arm and deciding to explain rather than get in the way. "Everything's off. He's healthy but...more so than normal, if that makes sense?"

Faiza chuckled softly. "I think it's going to be a bit before he wakes up," she told Rory. "So we shouldn't need to worry about another dose of pain-killers for the time being."

The last bit of bone slotted in. There were some small chips left over that Faiza swept away and out of the field. They were too small to fuss over and the spots where they were missing would grow new bone in place. She let the pieces of arm knit back together, muscle and tendons now holding the broken bones together.

Only once that was done and her concentration was no longer needed on her powers did Faiza turn to the chart. She frowned at it. "It's...not an unusual sort of reading in my own world," she admitted. "Those who have powers often have side-effects such as this."

"Probably. Seemed like it was a bit of a shock." He settled, prepping the split and gaze with the ease of a long practiced action. This may be an odd situation, and that sort of break would have called for surgery at home, but he knew how to prep supplies for a doctor.

"Not unusual? So he's ah-Metahuman? Is that the right word?" He'd only heard it today, and would rather not be offensive if he had picked the wrong one. "He's young though, really young. Not even old enough for his license young. Seems..." He trailed off, frowning faintly at the chart.

Sixteen wasn't a good age for anything. He'd thought Mr. Parker was older when he'd first staggered in, though he must have more years behind him with as calm as he had been.

Time wore heavier on a person than years, he could see that much in the Doctor's face.

"Metahuman works. I don't know if he's a mutant or not without doing a genetic work up." She pursed her lips, stepping back to let Rory do his work, taking over looking at the chart. "Unfortunately, young isn't unusual in my world, either. Aforementioned mutants often get their powers in their early teens, when the body is already making tons of changes. Then, one day, an extra gene kicks on and you get powers you never expected. Or wanted, sometimes."

It was all part of basic biology back home. But, then, she'd found that not every world had to deal with things like that. She wasn't sure if that was a comfort or somewhat saddening.

"I suppose that makes sense, puberty is a time when the body is already in flux, makes things more noticeable if they start acting up. Like adding petrol to a fire, tends to end up explosive. Ah-what sort of powers?" Like her? What should he be expecting from a teenager who demonstrated muscle mass that seemed to defy his frame? "Seems dangerous, teenagers with the ability to do anything they want. Suppose the adult metahumans must be exhausted keeping the younger generation in line."

He placed the folded sling on the bed for when their patient woke back up, double checking the cast to make certian that the patient hadn't shifted or dislodged the doctor's careful realignment and started applying the cast to immobilize the arm.

"Well, I knew a bloke that could create knives of plasma from his fingertips." Pete Wisdom was a bastard, but he was their bastard. "I dread to think what he was like as a teenager." Flashing a smile, she changed tabs on the chart. "There aren't many now. There was a mass...something that happened. Turned the gene off in about ninety percent of the mutant population. But we still have the X-Men. And a few mutant members of MI13."

She frowned at something on the chart, tilting her head and adding a few things up. Then she paused. "Oh." Softly said, no more than a breath. "Oh. Well. Umm...I think he is from my world. Or one very similar to it."

"...Well, that sounds...yeah. How'd that work, wouldn't he end up burning himself?" He fell silent, listening as he wrapped the arm, careful to keep it level and avoid pushing the bone out of place. "X-Men? Wait, wasn't that a movie?"

He thought he remembered something like that, something Amy had dragged him to see because of one of the actors involved. Only faintly though, someone had shot lights out of their eyes and someone had been trying to do something an American city involving a girl. Ir had been a little hard to follow.

"Is he? Ah, well, that's good. Do you know something about him then?"

Faiza smiled at that. "No. That's the one good thing about mutant abilities. You're generally immune to your own powers. And there's evidence that the immunity extends to siblings as well." She sighed and shook her head. "Perhaps I should have done more classes in genetics in school, but I wanted to be a surgeon, not live my life in a laboratory."

She gave him a sidelong glance. "I suppose it might be in your world. Makes a certain amount of sense. After all, Stacy has said that we were Chosen because our stories stretched out beyond our own worlds. Movies are a modern way of spreading a tale, certainly."

The last question made her pause. "I don't know him personally. I know about him, though, yes." She shifted, looking down at the fainted young man. "Unless I miss my guess, he goes by the name of 'Spider-Man' in New York. An Avenger. Though I dare say he's a bit younger than the one I know of."

"Siblings? The geneticists of your world must have been having fits. Though it makes a certian amount of sense, I guess. If it's generic, then it's likely that the parents had the same thing, right?" He smiled. "Well, you're obviously a good surgeon, no reason not to focus where your talents rest."

He stepped away, arranging the cast to lay comfortably across the patient's chest.

"Weird to think of, that someone might be watching your life." He shrugged, the more mundane answer - at least to him - was that the Doctor had somehow been involved.

That shouldn't be a comfort. But there were few things in his life that made much sense anymore.

He avoided repeating himself, peering at the bed briefly and trying to make the image of the teenager with the actor in the movie he'd seen.

There wasn't much similarity at all, probably better to ignore anything the movie might have said. "Do you think that will effect how quickly he heals the break, Doctor?"

"Evolution's way of making certain genetic lines don't just up and disappear in a fit of logic." She smiled, closing her lab coat around herself. "My powers aren't mutant, though. Or, at least, not primarily mutant. I got hit by a beam. It either activated a gene or just gave me the powers. I can't say I'm upset about it."

She nodded. "It is odd, but...well, it's probably something to get used to. Around here, I mean."

Glancing at Peter, she hummed. "It's possible. I'm not certain how his powers work, but heightened recuperative abilities wouldn't be amiss."

"True." He glanced at her, curious. "A beam? If it's artificially generated, couldn't that be dangerous? Or have side-effects, rather than it being something natural?"

He smiled faintly. "My life hasn't been normal, ever. Girlfriend fell in love with a time traveler when she was eight years old and spent her entire life waiting for him to come back and get her. I'm...getting used to it."

He nodded. "I'll get more analgesic and we'll ask him when he wakes."

"Believe me, MI13 put me through my paces before I was able to join up properly." She was a doctor, not a superhero. She needed a lot of training. "So far, it seems to be fine? But we're keeping track of it. Well, we were." Now it was up to Faiza to keep track of it.

She gave him a quiet smile. "You're a good man, Rory. I'm not sure if a time traveler is worse or better than the Ebony Blade, but you know that she loves you, yes? Sometimes, that's enough." Sometimes, it was all you had.

"Very good, Rory. I had better do my rounds quickly before we get another rush." Okay, there'd hardly been a rush, but it was something to keep in mind. "Come and find me when he wakes up?"

"If you need any help, if it's something I could help with, let me know. Though it sounds like they know what they're doing."

He smiled back. "Yeah, I do, we're getting married well...not tomorrow anymore, but we were. When we get back." Sometimes knowing Amy loved him, and had chose him was what made this entire thing bearable. No matter what, even with everything being destroyed, Amy was here. They still had their chance.

"Of course, Doctor. Let me know if you need assistance with another patient."

"You should talk to the captain." Faiza's smile widened. "I think I saw a communication after the planet before last where he said he'd been given authority to conduct weddings." If, after all, they wanted to get married. No reason to wait if they didn't have to.

She bowed her head slightly toward him. "I will, Nurse Williams. And thank you."

"Perhaps I will. Not the wedding we planned, but..." Or maybe to the Doctor, he was fairly certian that the Doctor could marry someone and make it stick. It would be enough for them, at least.

He nodded respectfully, feeling more grounded than he had since the Doctor dropped out of the sky. "I'll call you when he wakes up, Doctor."

Bendy-timed to just after the Superboy fight.

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