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As interesting a history lesson as that flood was, I could've done without turning into a chain smoker. Anyone have any suggestions on how to get the smell out of stuff?

For any of you new people, I'm Doctor Leonard McCoy, Chief Medical Officer of the starship Enterprise and head of the infirmary here. We're kinda short staffed at the moment, so if there's anyone who wants to lend a hand, let me know and we'll try to work something out. Inmates'll need to get permission from their warden before they're allowed on staff.

Any new arrivals should come down to the infirmary whenever they're able for a medical exam. It takes five minutes, is no touch and the results are confidential. We use them to create a medical baseline in case something happens while you're on board.

[Private to Spock]

You've been awful quiet lately.

[Private to T'Pol]

You alright? [Dat flood man. :|]

[Private to Arya]

How're you doing, kid?

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I just... [Dammit, he got some really good advice not to call any more people fake. >=| Probably best, too, not to piss off the doctor he's about to ask to sew his skin back together.] Nothing. I'm at the door now.

[True enough, there's a man dropping a communicator away from where he's obviously been talking into it walking into the infirmary; or, well, kind of limping. He pauses only to turn and say something to the petite blonde in the pajamas that stays in the hallway when he moves in, and then he's looking around expectantly. It's pretty obvious the tall young hunter is the one who was just posting over the network: the left side of his worn jeans are a torn, bloody mess at the hip and outer thigh, and he looks a bit worse for the wear overall in the energy department. His eyes are bright and focused, though, and he's always got a smirk and a quip ready, for the most part.]

[And Bones is coming out of his office all of ten seconds later, wearing his uniform as always and heading right over to Dean.]

Good God, man, what happened?

[Dean had slowed his pace a bit, glancing around both surreptitiously and warily for someone matching both the image in his head and the appropriate behavior for having just spoken with them via communicator; when Bones actually appears, Dean just blinks at first. Then the question sparks his smartass smirk, and he picks up his pace again with a wince towards the doctor.]

I just told you - lions happened. Seriously. I meant it. [He glances down at the bloody mess, and the first sign of how bad off he might really be makes itself known when the shift of attention makes him noticeably more unsteady; he sways a bit, but catches himself and manages to stop, glancing back up.] Got a bandaid around here somewhere?

[Yeah that swaying is not going to fly around here, so McCoy just walks over and grabs him to make sure he doesn't fall over, carefully starting to lead him over to one of the beds so he can at least sit down while he finds something to stop the bleeding.] Yeah, you crack jokes when your leg's not about to fall off. C'mon.

[If it weren't exactly what he'd come here for, Dean might have argued; as it stands, it's still not easy to just trust himself to someone he doesn't know. He hides the tension behind a smirk, though, and forces himself to be compliant with where Bones is steering them.]

I make it a policy to crack jokes at all times, leg or no leg. [He sits carefully on the bed, and looks forlornly down at his jeans.] Man, I liked this pair, too.

I'm sure you'll get over it. [And he is running off to get some pressure bandages to try and stop the bleeding, and coming back relatively quickly to get started on doing just that.]

How the hell did a lion get on board? Or was it one of those kids? [Meaning one of the Animorphs. :V]

[By the time Bones gets back, Dean is showing he's not a complete medical moron; he's torn the shredded part of the jeans out of the way of the actual injuries, though he knows they'll still probably need to cut the shit off, and is using a stack of gauze he stole off a nearby tray to apply enough pressure to as much of the two sets of gashes as he can put his hands over at once to make his jaw tight and his eyes slightly unfocused. They sharpen again when McCoy comes back into range, though, and he moves his hands out of the way.]

It was a kid first. You mean there's more than one? [Now he's frowning. Mostly not with his mouth, but it's a frown nonetheless.]

[And it's appreciated! McCoy gets straight to work cutting off the rest of the pant leg - sorry Dean - quickly assessing the injuries and starting to clean them, because god only knows what the hell was on David's paws when he decided he needed to take a chunk out of you.] There used to be. Don't know what happened to the other one.

You got any allergies? [Because these look a little too shitty for a dermal regenerator to do a complete patch job on right now, and they're going to be pretty painful to deal with for a couple days, so you will be given some painkillers.]

[Dean would probably flip out if Bones pulled out anything other than a suture kit anyway; he's used to it and prepared for it to be a painful next few days, and he's stressed out enough without high tech gadgets he doesn't understand or futuristic drug regimens or whatever doing something weird to his body. Hell, if someone gives him some local anesthetic and a kit, he could do it himself - and hate himself for the next few days, too.]

Sulfa drugs. [He shrugs, still distracted by the possibility of more than one morphing creature. The start of a pack? He doesn't know anything that changes shapes and isn't a solitary hunter - but the other one disappeared, so maybe the dominant one has already taken care of it? That doesn't make a whole lot of sense, either, and Dean doesn't have enough details to decide. And quite frankly, isn't in very good shape to be getting those details. He'll just lock the door tonight and put out some gluetraps, or something.] Other than that, I seem to have trouble not reacting badly to big cats and sharp objects. What're you gonna do?

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