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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[obscuredvision]

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."

[aviophobia]

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."

[obscuredvision]

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?"

[aviophobia]

"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."

[obscuredvision]

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?"

[aviophobia]

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."

[obscuredvision]

"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."

[aviophobia]

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?"

[obscuredvision]

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

[aviophobia]

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."

[obscuredvision]

"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.

[aviophobia]

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."

[obscuredvision]

"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."

[aviophobia]

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."

[obscuredvision]

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."

[aviophobia]

"Sucked." He's succinct as always, moving on to the next patient, tricorder humming back to life. "Reckon there's some people here I'm glad to see again, but overall, I'd rather be there."

[obscuredvision]

She follows him, medkit at the ready. It's nice, honestly, to feel useful again. Ava has been at loose ends since her employer vanished and she lost her job.

"I believe it. There are people here I care about but I think it would be better to miss them than to stay on here."

[aviophobia]

He nods. "On the one hand, I'm glad to be able to see my dog again, on the other ... " He shrugs, then adds, "But I'm glad to be able to do some good here. Gotta make the best of things."

[obscuredvision]

"You have a dog?" she asks, trying to steer the conversation in a more cheerful direction. "What kind? What's your dog's name?"

Somehow she's not surprised he has one; he fits in so well here and doesn't mind all the other dogs.

[aviophobia]

"Her name's Savannah." His face softens a little - it's clear he loves his baby girl. "She's a mutt - got her from one of the temples, actually." He names another temple in Aspic. "She just wouldn't leave me alone."

[obscuredvision]

His smile melts her a little--how do you not melt a little at the sight of a man waxing affectionate over his dog?

"That's lovely. I've thought about taking a dog or two home myself, but I'm out of work right now. Maybe once I find a steady job again."

[aviophobia]

"They'd be happy to follow you home, too, I'm sure." He moves on to the next patient, clicking on the tricorder again. "Especially if you keep bringing food."

[obscuredvision]

"I thought it best. I wasn't sure what--or if--they were eating."

She follows him to the next bedside. It's heartbreaking how many people are here, needing help.

"Do you volunteer here regularly, Dr. McCoy?"

[aviophobia]

He nods. "I try to make it down to one of the temples a couple of nights a week. Usually do one a week - try and get the numbers down a little."

[obscuredvision]

"If you could use the help, I could meet you on those nights," she offers, confident as can be. "It isn't as if I'm doing much with my time right now. I'd rather be useful, if I can be."