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

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.

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"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."

"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."

"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."

"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."

"You will."

She answers without hesitation, entirely convinced.

"I know you will."

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

"I know things, sometimes." She holds his medkit open, watching him work. "I used to be able to see the future. I saw pretty far. So I know things. And I have a good feeling about you being herr."

"Used to be able to see the future?" he echoes skeptically, pausing his scanning for a moment to look over his shoulder at her, one dark brow raising. "You turn it off or something?"

She smiles, good-natured; she's used to the question.

"I could only do it when I was a kid. Just for most of this one year, when I was gravely ill. Once I got better, I stopped having visions, too."

He raises his eyebrows as he returns to the patient. "Glad to hear you got better." Resuming with the tricorder, his eyes flicker over the readouts, but he can't quite contain his curiosity. "And you saw me?"

She studies him again. "No," she says, finally. "I don't recall your face. That doesn't necessarily mean anything; sometimes I only realize something I've seen is unfolding when it does, or because I know there's a certain event or a time or place where I have to be. I rarely got full information on things, just pieces."

She smiles down at the patient, reaching for his hand. "But I'll tell you something. I haven't seen you. I also haven't seen anyone else here tonight. Which means, at least for tonight, no one's got some dire news waiting for them. Everything ought to turn out all right. Even if it's just one night, Dr. McCoy, you're helping."

Despite himself, as he reaches for his hypospray and the appropriate cartridges, McCoy can't help but smile. "Reckon that's the best I can hope for in this place. All right," he says to the patient, clicking the hypo into place, "this is gonna pinch for a second. Ready? One, two, three."

Ava keeps holding the patient's hand reassuringly. "You did great," she says.

She glances over at McCoy again. "...Doctor, if you'd be willing, I have a lot of questions about what happened to me when I was a child. Do you keep regular office hours elsewhere in the city?"

"Hellsing," he answers, firing off another hypospray. "I'm usually at Guild Headquarters from eight to five, Monday to Friday. You're welcome to drop in anytime."

She's glad he's willing to entertain her questions. Ava supposes she should have consulted a doctor a long time ago to have those questions answered, but what she can do was always just accepted within her family; she never saw any reason to be examined or investigate it very far.

Until now. When she's trying to replicate the conditions she was in when she was nine.

She looks up at him again, recognition lighting her eyes. "You work for Hellsing? Do you know Boromir?"

He nods. "Yeah, I've met him." His overwhelming impression of Boromir is how damn big he is, and that he's on a goddamned horse. "He seems nice enough."

"He is." And maybe she says that just a little too quickly, with the kind of somewhat-too-bright smile ladies summon for gentlemen they hold in very high esteem. "He's a very good guy. And about the only other person I know well in this city."

He doesn't miss the way she brightens up when Boromir's mentioned, and he barely manages not to roll his eyes.

"How long you been here?"

"It's been... my goodness." Her face falls a bit. "Six months, now. And you?"

He shrugs. "Give or take three months, I think. It's not exactly precise - I was here for a couple months, went home, and now I'm back."

"You went home?" She blinks at him a few times, and then she holds up her free hand, shaking her head. "No, never mind. We can talk about that when I come see you during office hours."

There are patients to be helped right now, after all. They need to come first and they need McCoy's undivided attention.

He nods, but his attention is mostly focused on the man in front of him. "I don't fully understand it anyhow. No use in spinning my wheels trying to figure out how it works."

"Just as mysterious an arrival as the first time?" She shakes her head. "I suppose it was too much to hope this place would be accommodating and give us a little bit of a clue with things like this. Oh, well."

He nods. "One minute I'm on the Enterprise, the next I'm here. Barely even blinked." He pulls out a final hypospray cartridge, fires it into the man's neck. "Now rest up. You'll be okay soon."

Ava takes a moment to make sure the man is well tucked-in, and comfortable. "There. You call one of us if you need anything, all right?"

She returns her attention to McCoy, picking up his medkit again, ready to follow him. "That had to be disappointing, being back here."

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