one after another

[longaevus]

Who: Helen Magnus & Leonard McCoy
When: March 24, just after 1am
Where: Skye Hospital
Summary: Apparently you can't do everything
Warnings: Blood, medical things and maybe even cursing

Helen had gone out that night. It was nothing new, nothing that she didn't do on a weekly basis - to study the Darkness, the monsters that were there she had to hunt them first, and she always did it alone. What was different was her mood - the lack of clarity in her mind. She never went out feeling like this but that night she'd gone out to try and clear her mind, to not think of Francis, of Claire.

And it had failed. She'd been distracted, too distracted to notice the monster behind her until the searing, burning pain hit her shoulder from behind. She'd been quicker to react after that, shooting until she was certain that it was dead, moving away from the vicinity before more could arrive, attracted by the death of one of their own and the sounds of gunshots.

Turning another corner Helen stopped, turning her head to look at the wound but unable to get too much of a good look at it. She'd known what the monster was, after having seen enough of its injuries on others before but also having studied it before; a Mutation, acid spitting. And that was something that she could ignore. Helen moved again, hoping this time that the shock had caught her enough to pull her focus. Skye Hospital was closer, especially with the Newcomer Clinic being shut. Heading in its direction Helen hoped to get in, sorted and out without notice - or at least fuss. Cleaning and bandaging was basic, something that she'd done enough of for herself in the past.

She slipped her gun away on arrival, making her way to and through the clinic. Finding an empty room Helen pulled her jacket (what was left of it) off, working through the drawers and cupboards to find what was needed. The quicker she got it done the better it would end up being.

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[longaevus]

It was a good job then that he wasn't the worst tempered person that she'd ever met, and that she knew it was from concern. It didn't worry her, and he wasn't the first to question nor berate her for it - especially for going alone.

"I'm not certain that I know enough yet for the book." Or that she would actually write one. Helen doubted that the companies would want it, and would she want to even give it to them? And out of the Newcomers there were that were truly interested in the Darkness.

Helen waited as she heard him move around, remaining quiet after what he'd said - she had listened, and had taken it in. She went out often although usually (in her opinion) did better than she had that night - usually she got to do her work and any injuries? Far more minor than this, like the cuts that he'd noticed.

"Research." She lifted her head an inch to properly meet his gaze, giving a small smile at the water and acetaminophen, swallowing it before adding, "Research that you wouldn't like."

[doctor_mccoy]

He peeled off his gloves, tossing them in the waste basket and moving to clean up the little mess he'd made with packaging. Granted it was necessary to keep things sterile, but it all seemed a little wasteful to him considering the methods he was used to. Eh, c'est la vie.

"Which is exactly why i'm not going to ask for both of our sake." He curbed himself, not that he couldn't just be thoughtful and polite and whatever most doctors were expected to be...something about her made him want to mind his manners, at least a little bit.

"I'll see about finding you a new shirt. Is there anything else I can help you with... doctor--?" Even if he'd picked up her name through the network, they'd never been properly introduced. He didn't imply.

[longaevus]

She was glad for that, not wishing to explain at that point but also due to the reaction that she usually received - it was the same at home as it was here in that sense and she was rather tired of it.

"Helen." She wasn't working, and even if she were she had no objections to first name terms - not with her growing respect for him.

"And I have one here." She'd done the smart thing and left a spare set of clothes in a locker, although at that time it had been in case what she'd worn had become ruined through the treatment of a patient, not her own error.

[doctor_mccoy]

"Leonard McCoy." He supplied in return and might even have offered to shake her hand had he not been digging through the cabinet again in search of another pack of gauze, it's what he'd come in here for after all. That and for some reason he had a hard time facing her, once he was out of 'doctor' mode he sorta wanted to fidget. He'd blame that on the coffee later.

"I can grab it for you at the very least, unless ya want to be wandering the halls looking like a raggamuffin."

[longaevus]

"It's a pleasure." She finally had a name to go with the face and voice. It was a problem with being here, you spoke to many but didn't always obtain their name.

She had to frown a little at raggamuffin, people actually said that? Either she was still a little out of the times or this was something from where he came from. But she gave a small shake of her head.

"I still have my jacket." What was left of it, which was more than her shirt. "And I wouldn't want to take you from your patients for longer, but thank you."

[doctor_mccoy]

Look, he was from Georgia and she was lucky he didn't flat out fall back into the drawl that crept up on him when he was tired enough.

"I should probably be getting back to them, yeah." The distraction was nice, sure, but honestly he still had a lot of work to finish if he wanted to be off shift at a reasonable hour... not that he hadn't already put in his share of overtime. Working in a hospital left 9 to 5 hours as something of a fantasy.

He hesitated for moment, rubbing at that back of his neck. "That'll scar... if ya catch me before the end of my shift I could probably do something about that." Not that he expected her to be wandering the halls by morning, but it was more than he'd offered any of his patients...and maybe he didn't mind the idea of running into her again.

[longaevus]

Scarring. It was the least of her concerns, and actually it was something that she hadn't even thought about, although had he not caught her it no doubt would have healed worse. So she gave him a small nod, picking her jacket up from where she'd laid it on the end of the bed, slowly slipping it back on.

"I'll be interested in seeing what that may be." Which meant that she would be there. What else did she have? She wouldn't be going back into the Darkness, not risking it when she needed to rest her shoulder, and all that was left was home.

For once that wasn't a very pleasing prospect.