the sky's so clear and the sun's so bright. how can anything go wrong on a day like this?

[aviophobia]

Who: doctornota and YOU!
What: A week in the life of the good doctor.
Where: All around town: Hellsing, Main Street Park, the streets of Baedal, various bars.
When: All week.
Notes: Just tag in under the appropriate comment!
Warnings: Bones' mouth, probably.

See the threads for openings!

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[aviophobia]

He considers. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to have you holding my medkit while I'm working. Swings around a lot, and I have to be careful not to hit people with it. You won't run off, now, will you?"

[obscuredvision]

"You have my word, I won't run off with your kit." She smiles. "I'm happy to help, if that's what you need. Just show me what to do."

[aviophobia]

He takes off the medkit and holds it out to her. "Just hang onto it, and don't touch anything unless I ask you to. Hold it as good as you can, okay?"

[obscuredvision]

"Yes, Dr. McCoy."

She smiles, earnest, and takes the medkit. She doesn't put it on like he had it on; she gives it a quick glance, and then she holds it in both her hands, so that he can get into it easily if he needs to.

[aviophobia]

As he looks around the room, settling on an older woman, he glances at Ava, holding that medkit with all her might, and a brief smile touches his lips. "Almost like being back in medbay," he comments, crossing the room and kneeling next to her, clicking his tricorder back on. "Nurse Chapel's a damn fine holder too, but she'd probably slap me if I called her that."

[obscuredvision]

She follows, dutiful, taking a moment to tuck her skirt in modestly before kneeling beside McCoy. "Medbay?" she asks, glancing down and offering a reassuring (she hopes) smile to the woman being examined. "You and Nurse Chapel don't work in a private practice or at a hospital, then?"

[aviophobia]

He shakes his head, clicking the tricorder out of sleep mode and beginning an overall sweep of her body. "We work on the starship Enterprise. I'm the CMO, she's my head nurse."

[obscuredvision]

"A starship! My goodness." She looks McCoy over, still smiling. "But you're from Earth, aren't you? You sound like it. Actually, you sound like my momma's relatives, from Augusta and Alpharetta."

[aviophobia]

There's a faint twitching at the corners of his lips. "I'm from Atlanta. Nice to meet someone else from the area."

[obscuredvision]

"I'm not personally," she says, shaking her head. "I've visited a fair amount because my aunts and uncles are there. I grew up in Virginia. Just barely. Arlington, which might as well be Washington, DC. But I'm pretty familiar with some parts of Georgia."

[aviophobia]

"I've been to DC before," McCoy says, pausing at a spot on the woman's body and frowning at his tricorder. "Nice city. Really well-designed."

[obscuredvision]

"It is, yes. The grid system works really well for knowing where things are, even if you aren't familiar with the city."

He pauses and frowns, and she wonders if something's wrong. She doesn't want to ask and risk upsetting the patient.

"I take it that scanner of yours came with you? When you got here. Most everyone seems to have arrived with something from home."

[aviophobia]

He nods, examining the readout before running it over the patient's body again, making a note of something before moving on. "It's a tricorder. We use them to make diagnoses."

[obscuredvision]

She nods. And then she turns her attention to McCoy's patient for a moment. It must be terrible, she thinks, to have nowhere else to go for help, to have to come here and hope someone can. How fortunate that someone can, tonight.

She offers the woman a little smile and she reaches for one of her hands, touching the back of it briefly. Anything she can do try to ease things for her.

[aviophobia]

She's good with patients, he notes, and he appreciates that. "Keep that up," he says under his breath to her, then reaches for the medkit Ava's holding and pulls out a few cartridges for his hypospray.

[obscuredvision]

Ava nods, dutiful. She reaches for the woman's hand again, this time closing hers around it with a few reassuring words.

She gathers Dr. McCoy is about to administer some kind of treatment. She does what she always did at her mother's practice, just holds the stuff, and holds the patient's hand, keeping herself as calm as can be. That was always the best thing for soothing people who were nervous under the doctor's attention.

[aviophobia]

McCoy adjusts himself to better administer the hypospray, and he says to the woman (clearly much calmed by Ava's presence), "You're gonna feel a little bit of a pinch. It'll be over in a second."

And then he fires the hypospray into her neck, before checking in with her. "All right?" She nods.

[obscuredvision]

"You did great," Ava tells her, giving the woman's hand another squeeze. It isn't just her previous experience in her mother's office; doing this seems almost mundane after some of the days she's had. She's come by that amazing composure honestly, honed by years of having to tap complete strangers on the shoulder and deliver some news or warning she's foreseen.

She looks up at McCoy expectantly, to see what he needs her to do next.

[aviophobia]

"One more," McCoy says to the woman and to Ava, indicating that she should keep going. "This one's gonna bring down the fever. Give it an hour or two and you should be feeling a lot better. Ready? One, two, three."

He fires another cartridge into her neck, then nods. "Okay. Just rest a bit and I'll check on you before you go. Let's move on, Miss Ava."

[obscuredvision]

"All right, Doctor."

Ava pauses to pat the woman's hand one last time, and to make sure her blanket is pulled up, before following McCoy away from her.

"I'm glad to see you and the other doctors and healers here. It seems to me there are so many people who just need a little help, but because they have no other resources their problems turn into even bigger ones."

[aviophobia]

"That's exactly the problem," McCoy replies, moving over to another patient. His attention is temporarily diverted by a dog who comes over and headbutts his knee, and he has to kneel for a moment to give out scritches as requested. "No one gives a damn about them, and things that start out little get real big real fast."

[obscuredvision]

"I heard of similar things where I'm from," Ava says. "We didn't see a lot of life-or-death things in a dermatology practice, to be honest; but the lack of health insurance was a problem for a lot of people. They couldn't see a doctor for things when they were minor or easily cured. It would escalate and then they would wind up needing emergency care."

[aviophobia]

"Exactly." He straightens up, gestures for Ava to follow him to the next bed over. With one hand, he indicates for her to open the medkit again while he clicks on the tricorder with his other one. "I just hope I'm managing to do some good here."

[obscuredvision]

"You will."

She answers without hesitation, entirely convinced.

"I know you will."

[aviophobia]

There's a faint smile at the corners of his lips. "You sound awfully sure of that. I appreciate the vote of confidence."