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]

"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."

[aviophobia]

"I wouldn't mind having an assistant, but you'll need to be careful." He glances at her, brow furrowed slightly in concern. "Don't want you getting sick."

[obscuredvision]

She freezes a moment, inwardly, though her smile remains in place, her practiced mask of pleasant calm holding firm. Does he know what she's up to? What originally brought her here?

...No. He couldn't possibly.

"I'm sure I'll be fine," she assures him. "If you can use the help, I'll come meet you at the temples when I can."

[aviophobia]

"Yeah, sure," McCoy agrees, nodding. "Still, couldn't hurt to wear a mask or something; I'll pick one up for you."

[obscuredvision]

...Well, shoot. There's no way to protest this without giving her (admittedly ill-advised) plan away.

She smiles, glancing down at their patient. "Thank you. It's very kind of you."

[aviophobia]

He nods, returning his attention to the man in front of them. "Wouldn't want you getting sick on my account."

[obscuredvision]

She just feels downright guilty, now, for what she's planned to do. Like she's going to personally insult him by getting sick on purpose.

"I suppose a helper really isn't any help if they turn into a patient."

[aviophobia]

"Not really." He shrugs. "Kind of defeats the purpose. But that's why we take precautions."

[obscuredvision]

She's silent a few long moments, watching him tend to the patient. She just can't, not now, not with him being so concerned and so nice.

"Of course." She steals a glance at him as he works. "I'll come by your office soon, we can talk, make sure I take the right precautions."

[aviophobia]

He nods as he continues tending, hands working easily, capably, clearly still focused on the patient even as he talks to her. "Sounds good. I'm there most days."

[obscuredvision]

[OOC: good ending ooint? I can start a log in a few days for her to roll into his office. :D ]