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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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Ah, you'll let me know if you need bandages or gauze, yes? I suppose I should ask it of all of our medics, but I believe it is even more important to offer now.

The bandages I make are infused with spells to encourage healing and reduction of scars.

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."

Wait, you make bandages? Like... how?

[No, really. How the shit does someone just do that?! He's not even going to touch the magic stuff yet.]

Do you mean, like, sewing them or something?

[Oh young man don't be so silly.]

Not sewing, of course not. Weaving. How else does anyone make cloth for bandages?

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 is gonna kick his ass. Richie doesn't even want to go to the clinic at all but the other options seem way worse. Besides, Eddie will find out eventually and it's better to just rip the bandage off now.

But he was still going to kick his ass. Once he was done fixing it up.]

Hellooooooo nurse!

[Disarm with comedy. Always works well. Maybe then Eddie won't notice how he's limping. Or how there's a bit of blood on the side of his head.

Maybe more than a little bit but he pretends to look at something against the wall so he can hide that side away from his friend.]

Sooo. How's business? Saving the world? Fixing up all the intrepid explorers, Dr. K?

[ When the video reply turns on, there's a young teenager with bright green eyes and a confused expression looking back at Eddie. ]

What's a hospital?

[ He shouldn't have to explain how a clinic works, but sea monsters don't have those, so here we are. Sorry, man. ]

Clarice limps through the door, otherwise looking in fine spirits. There are a few shallow cuts and scratches, but the limp is the worst of it, and she's leaning on a walking stick she fashioned for herself so as not to aggravate things.

"Hey, thanks for the sign," she says with a mischievous smile. "I almost forgot how a - what did you call it? - fucking clinic worked."

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."

[Shit... He facepalms. And it's a kid, too. What the fuck?]

Right... Uh... It's a place where people go if they're sick or hurt so they can get fixed up.

[That works, right?]

I don't know, I never thought about it before.

[He confesses, giving her a sheepish smile.]

Fuck you, dude.

[Eddie rolls his eyes, but he's laughing as he turns around to see his asshole friend... Boyfriend... Person... He was about to shoot a witty retort back at him when he spots the blood.]

Holy shit, dude, what the fuck happened?!

[He's at Richie's side in an instant, taking his arm and leading into a room to sit him down.]

Eddie chuckles. "Glad to help. Now what the fuck happened to you?"

He heads over to lead her into an exam room so she can sit down. Okay, so his bedside manner could use some help.

[ Very much a kid, yep. At least he seems willing to accept the explanation given instead of arguing. ]

That sounds very useful. And you know how to fix everybody? Sounds like a lot of work for only one person.

[So much for that idea...]

I'm okay.

[He winces as he sits down. The side of his head is caked with blood but it seems to be drying. Older wound, probably. Just a bleeder of one.]

I was out in the forest trying to like... Forage and stuff. I was told some plants might be good for medicine and I just... I took a walk.

And then out of fucking nowhere this pig-squirrel mother fucker pops out of a tree and I like jump back but a fucking vine wrapped around my ankle! So yeah. Fell. Bonk. But when I came to and threw up a little, I was okay. Just thought you should check it out. Might have hit a rock or something on the way down....

"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?"

Liar.

[Eddie frowns at him, shaking his head.

Once he's sitting, he moves to get a towel and some water so he can clean off the blood. He has to be able to see the wound if he's gonna assess it.]

You passed out and puked and it's nothing? Richie, that sounds like you've got a concussion.

[He's gentle as he cleans the dried blood off of Richie's face and hair. One hand cups his chin to keep his head still. Shit.]

That's alright. I'm still very happy to provide what assistance I can. Sadly I am not a healer mage and cannot provide more direct help than that. But if there are things you need, like gloves and masks spelled against disease, I can put it on the list.

She didn't mind his bedside manner at all, honestly.

"Was explorin' the mines with Cobb," she explained as she hobbled after him toward the exam room. "His theory is, when the trains started runnin' again, it loosened some of the pins holdin' the mine shafts in place. Either way, part of the tunnel we were lookin' at caved in. Big ol' rock came down on my ankle."

She lowered herself carefully into a chair so he could take a look. When he pulled up her pant leg he'd see that she'd already tried to wrap it in a length of ripped cloth like a makeshift Ace bandage.

"Hopefully it's just a bad sprain: hasn't felt like a break so far. I did the best I could, but. You know what you're doin'. I'd rather you have a look at it, too."

Psssht. Concussion Smu...sussion? No wait. I can come up with a better word. Bubblussion?

[He winces as the wound is cleaned but tries to pass it off as him just being playful. Anything to not make Eddie worry about him.

Although, the hand on his chin is nice. Really nice. Richie is okay with that sticking around.]

Dr. K patching up the Losers once again, huh? Any chance this time I can get a kiss on the booboo? I hear that fixes everything.

[Spelled gloves and masks... does not compute... he just stares for a moment.]

I... uh... sure. I mean, it couldn't hurt. Right? [No, really, it doesn't hurt does it?!]

[Eddie rolls his eyes. Well at least his sense of humor has remained intact.]

Keep trying, smart-ass. Maybe if you run that instead of running off you wouldn't get hurt.

[Fuck you, asshole, he's gonna worry! He does smirk a little at the question.]

Maybe if you're really good I will.

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