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And I Am Not the Doctor [Closed]
Howard prefers the follow-ups and the desk work to the actual field work. The field work usually ends up with him almost getting crushed, getting shot at, getting various cuts and scrapes, getting chased by wild animals, getting choked, so on, so forth, ad nauseum. The follow-ups just mean he has to hound people he bandaged up to come back in make sure they're healing, and deal with some bad attitudes. And most people's bad attitudes have little on Howard's, certain coworkers exempted.
The unfortunate thing about Stacy's weird sense of time is that nobody can be expected to keep exactly to an appointment, so Howard's been puttering around the Med Bay for a little while before Sandy and Hana show up. Mostly going through people's files and poking his pen at one of the machines they grabbed on Galilee, although he doesn't dare turn it on - for all he knows, it's for seamless amputation of body parts.
"Finally," he huffs when they get here.
The unfortunate thing about Stacy's weird sense of time is that nobody can be expected to keep exactly to an appointment, so Howard's been puttering around the Med Bay for a little while before Sandy and Hana show up. Mostly going through people's files and poking his pen at one of the machines they grabbed on Galilee, although he doesn't dare turn it on - for all he knows, it's for seamless amputation of body parts.
"Finally," he huffs when they get here.
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Hana's eagerness to learn to change her bandages made her melty all over again, how could he make her feel so twitterpated without even trying?
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"You should talk to Sampire, then. Doctor Henderson. Don't try for a job here since you're too young, but maybe he'll teach you something." Not that Howard isn't technically 'too young' too.
He motions for Hana to stand next to him. Gag him with a spoon, these two were like peas in a pod.
"Alright, you're just going to need to apply disinfectant and make sure it's all over the burn every day, then dress it like this." He demonstrates. "And come straight to med bay if you notice pus or discoloration or anything like that, but she should be fine. Her body's doing a good job healing it up. I'll provide you disinfectant and dressings. Shouldn't take more than another three or four weeks, Stacytime."
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When the other boy was done, Hana smiled against and reached over to ruffle Sandys hair affectionately. "See? Easy."
He prodded her nose playfully. "Just don't get hurt again, or I won't speak to you!"
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Then back to Howard, "Thanks, I'll ask Doctor Henderson." Then after a moment, "What made you want to do this stuff?" It seemed like a good question to ask if she herself was motivated by a desire to be helpful.
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He starts packing up bandages and supplies for Sandy and Hana to take home. "Easy access to narcotics," he deadpans.
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He laughed and nudged Sandys head with his own. "So, if you stink we have to bring you back!"
Hana scrunched his face up in thought. "The drugs?"
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He tilts his head at Sandy. "Mostly. I don't use, if that's what you're asking. Never have." He finishes packing up the med kit. "I joined up here because it gives me something to do and you have to be a real douchebag to shoot the medic."
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His hand idly went back to playing with Sandys hair as she spoke to Howard.
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So maybe he didn't have the most noble intentions, he was doing good work, something she wanted to do as well.
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He returns her thumbs up, a trace of a genuine smile on his face. He still doesn't like Sandy (and certainly not Hana), but it does feel nice to be appreciated. "You're welcome. Now go home and cuddle or do whatever gross touchy-feely stuff to your heart's content."