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WHO: Eddie and YOU
WHERE: Network and the Temba Hospital
WHAT: Office Hours
WHEN: Uuuhhh whenever?
WARNINGS: Language

Network

[Eddie hates using the communicator like this... he never even liked Skyping back home, damnit! But he'll make an exception for this. It takes him a moment to be sure the thing's working before he clears his throat and speaks.]

Um. Yeah. Hi. I'm not about to go wandering around underground or run off to the other city, but I want to make myself useful around here somehow. So I'm going to start spending time at the hospital every day. That way if people need medical attention they can just, you know, come in...

[He pauses. Wow this sounds so fucking awkward. He sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face. Frowning a little, he gestures sharply with his hand.]

Listen, I shouldn't have to explain how a fucking clinic works. We're all reasonably intelligent people here. I'll put up a sign or something with the hours I'll be there.

Clinic

[Just like he said, he posts a sign with rough hours he'll be there. Not wanting to take up all of his time doing this, he basically blocks out a few hours each morning and afternoon, with two evenings a week. It's all in Earth time so sorry to anyone who doesn't know how that works. He also leaves a note for anyone to send him a message directly if it's an emergency.

He's picked out a few rooms to work as a waiting area, office, and exam rooms. He might not be a doctor, but with the knowledge he got from the data point he's reasonably certain he can help people with most things. And, hey, it's the least he can do since he's not the adventuring type.

The not-doctor is in if anyone wants to pay him a visit!]

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Billy was right. These were words that Tommy wasn't exactly prone to. In fact the fill in the gap with any name and you'd have an equally true statement. But the fact of the matter was that someone needed to look at Tommy's leg, even after the magical healing. And Eddie was the one there when Tommy wandered in one evening. An evening that, coincidentally, Eddie was there. He wandered in, not exactly hoping someone would be there, but also not ready to assume no one was either.

So he wandered in to what looked like... WEll, it looked like someone had taken Space-Ikea furniture and the stuff left over in the hospital and set up a waiting room. Great.

"Shit, man, I'm half expecting to sit down and see a seven month old People magazine, this is so cliche."

When Eddie heard someone come in, he put down the book he'd been reading and came out to greet them.

Oh. This guy.

It's okay. He's going to be polite and professional and help him like a decent human being. Even if he is a dick. He smirks, "Nah. If I was going for cliche I would've tried to find some Highlights Magazines with half of the puzzles solved"

Oh. This Guy. Been a while, Mister 'Oh fuck Richie Already'. Tommy resists smirking at him. Don't be a dick to your physician. Even he got that.

"See, that's all about pediatricians, ain't it? You saying you're a family doctor now?"

"Considering the maturity level of half the people here, it seems fitting." Eddie shrugs, "Besides, I never cared about all the celebrity shit."

Yes, good, this is starting off well. He can do this. "But I'm guessing you didn't come here to chat about magazines."

Ouch. Burn. Damn he wants to sling one right back but maturity. What if the dude decides NOT to check his leg out? Then Tommy's gotta ask his brother. He doesn't want to admit that Billy was likely right.

"Oh no, I'm always down to gab about the latest celebrity dish. Unless you're looking to actually do something with your life and play doctor. You know, with someone other than Richie."

Shit! Fuck! It just got out there. Tommy, Why?

Eddie sighs, raising an eyebrow at Tommy. "I'm impressed it took you this long to say something."

But hidden in with the dickery was a request for help. At least Eddie thinks there is. He gestures for Tommy to follow him to one of the exam rooms. "At the risk of inflating your ego even more... You were right. Kind of." He glances over at him, "We're dating now." Before Tommy can respond, he holds up a finger, "But that doesn't mean I appreciate you being an asshole about it."

"Dude, the literal voices in my head that are my voice said not to do it. But my brain goes faster than the filters sometimes," Tommy shrugged. At least the guy isn't turning him away. So he sighs and shuffles after the dude.

And resists pumping his arm in victory. Or actually responding before Eddie can hold up the finger. Speedsters, they talk when they want.

So, instead of saying anything about the Richie and Eddie two-man train to pound town, he just follows the guy.

"So this place got one of those x-ray machines?"

He raised an eyebrow at him, "Yeah, that sounds familiar. We had to give Richie a code word to get him to shut the fuck up sometimes."

Tommy holding back was noticed and appreciated. Eddie makes a face, sighing and shrugging. "Maybe? Honestly, I don't think we can use half of this shit because it's designed for the Agrii. And the other half is kind of busted. I'm making do with what I have."

Tommy has to bite his lip, almost hard enough to draw blood, to keep from teasing Eddie over having a code word with Richie. There are SO MANY GOOD LINES right there Eddie! Don't kill him with restraint.

"Alright then. Uh, I still need it looked at. My leg sorta got crushed, and it hurts."

Fuck you, dude. No. Just... No.

Eddie's eyes widened and he offered a hand to help Tommy up on the exam table if he wanted. He fully expected him to refuse, but it would feel rude lot to at least offer. "Crushed? Crushed by what? How long ago? How the fuck are you walking?!"

Hey, don't fuck him. He hasn't said anything.

"Um, the remains of a structure in the other city, a day and change ago, and Billy healed the broken bone. He did his best given we ain't got shit."

And Tommy refuses to have a cast.

He thought it. Rude.

Eddie nods, fighting not to wince at the thought. Shit, that sounds rough. "Okay. So it sounds like he healed the worst of it. Uh... Where did it get crushed?" He gestures to Tommy's leg. He doesn't really want to see him with his pants off if he doesn't have to.

Well he thinks a lot of things. Someone should hear what he thinks about Kyle. That's really a bit more inappropriate.

He sighs and reaches down to lay his hand against the place, mid-calf, that hurt the most. He didn't know about the torn muscle. Not so bad that he'd need real medical care, definitely bad enough that he should probably be off his powers for a while.

"Here," he said.

That's far. He thinks a lot of terrible things, too.

He nods, "I'm gonna have to push up your pant leg to take a look, okay?" if he gets the okay, he'll do just that, careful not to hurt him. He frowns as he looks over the leg, carefully inspecting it for swelling, bruising, or redness.

"You asking me to drop trou? I will," Tommy offered with a shrug. But nah, he supposed he can just live with rolling his pants up. And yeah, definite light swelling and deep bruising. It looks ugly.

It looks fucking painful.

Eddie gives him a look. That... wasn't... ugh. "I'd honestly prefer to only see as much of you as I have to, thanks.

He frowns at the leg before him. "Well... it's tough to tell without an X-ray but I don't think it's still broken. If it is, it's probably just a slight fracture since you're still walking on it. I think I should a least wrap it for you, try to immobilize it a bit. Maybe find you some crutches. The less you walk on it while it's healing, the better."

"I'd prefer that too. So would my boyfriend I expect," Tommy answered. But he dismissed the idea of it being a fracture with a wave of his hand.

"Not fractured. Billy wouldn't let that happen. It doesn't feel like a fracture, I've had one of those. It's different. More... I don't know, meaty?"

Muscle pain, that's what he's trying to get at. But he frowns at the suggestion of not walking much.

"You're really going to tell me not to walk on it, aren't you?"

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