[audio] - backdated to yesterday

[rudeandginger]

I need to know if any doctors in this city have experience with extra-terrestrials. I'm not showing up at that hospital until I know I'm not going to be diagnosed with a fever and a heart attack on sight.


And sorry, Doctor, but I know you know about as much of medicine as I do.







[ooc: Turlough got hit with a stray manhole during the sewer fire event and has been hiding in his room hoping a possibly fractured rib will just go away. It's not working for him.]

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[intheblanks]

Ninety-nine percent of the people in this City aren't from the same earth as me. If that's too much of a technicality, I don't know a doctor working here who hasn't had at least some experience of working on different species.

And heart attack and fever aren't standard comorbidities.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Whoa wait a minute what.] What happened?

[rudeandginger]

My people have a higher body temperature and faster heart rate than humans. One of the many reasons I avoided hospitals on Earth.

[rudeandginger]

Nevermind it, Jack.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Too bad.] Why do you need to see a doctor?

[rudeandginger]

It's nothing. I've had worse.

[intheblanks]

On earth, that would make sense. Here, no one's likely to stick you in a specimen jar.

You're sick?

[pirvate]

[rudeandginger]

[He has to switch to private before he goes on, and his voice is noticeably lower and without its usual bravado. Admitting to injury is still something he struggles with. Call it a side effect from captivity.]

Not exactly. There was an explosion in the sewers yesterday. I may have been in the line of fire.

[pirvate]

[intheblanks]

I can guess at burns, shrapnel or blunt injury. Might be quicker if you let me examine you, though.

[wouldnotkindly]

[Knowing what he does about Turlough's history, that doesn't exactly make Jack feel any better about it.]

It doesn't sound like nothing if you're asking about a hospital.

[private] derp I can spell

[rudeandginger]

I'll be over.

[He guessed the bulk of it, after all.]

[rudeandginger]

I'm not dying if that's your worry.

[private] HAH i didn't even notice.

[intheblanks]

Have them call Doctor Chase.

[action] at least we derp as one

[rudeandginger]

[It takes Turlough longer to get there than it should, as he has to stop on a few park benches along the way, cursing himself as he does. He made it through a war AND traveling with the Doctor without so many scratches and now a god damn manhole is giving him grief.

He asks for Doctor Chase as soon as he arrives, growling at the receptionist more than is probably polite.]

[action]

[intheblanks]

[Doctor Chase happens to already be sitting in the waiting area, having found himself with a few minutes free before this last minute appointment. This means he's had ample time to watch the painful way that Turlough moves, and arrives at his side with a wheelchair in tow.]

Don't scare the admin, you don't want doctors stuck doing the paperwork. Have a seat.

[wouldnotkindly]

Well... That's good, but if you're hurt badly enough that you need to see a doctor, that's still bad.

[action]

[rudeandginger]

I can walk. I made it here after, all.

[Sorry, Chase. He gets bitchier the more wounded he is.]

[rudeandginger]

I promise you both you and I have dealt with much much worse.

I was just in the wrong place yesterday.

[action]

[intheblanks]

Can, yes. Need to? No. The clinic's up two flights of stairs, I'd recommend the chair.

[Bitchy would be something he's used to.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[His worrying nature keeps Jack hesitant to take him entirely at his word, but... Well, he trusts Turlough enough to not entirely disbelieve him, either, especially when he uses the word promise like that.

But even so...]

Will you at least tell me if someone else was responsible for whatever happened?

[action]

[rudeandginger]

[He stands still for a while glowering at the chair, arms wrapped around himself, seemingly trying to make it just go away. He finally deflates and with a great deal of internal conflict, settles down in the seat.]

[rudeandginger]

Why, do you plan on defending my honour?

It was that sewer fire if you must know.

[action]

[intheblanks]

[And Chase wheels it straight into a nearby elevator. He didn't say anyone was taking the stairs.

He waits until the doors slide shut.]

Which is harder, walking or breathing?

[action]

[rudeandginger]

Does it matter?

[It's an automatic response, even though he knows it's a stupid one. He just can't stand feeling this helpless and it's making him bristle around the edges, ready to lash out at any moment, wanting to prove he's still fine and he can protect himself and no one's taking him down like this, let alone a ridiculously sewer fire.

But still, he winces at his own comment, arms wrapped himself a little more.]

Walking. It doesn't hurt as much when I stay still.

[infernoandhearth]

Extra-terrestrials? Where are you from? I'm sure we're likely not from the same universe, but you never know.

[Maybe he'll even try and do something to help if this guy turns out to be from one of the few planets he managed to get worshipping him. Odin always hogs the really good ones.]