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]

...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 ]