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Lady Healer in the Emergency

WHO: Tae Takemi, Anyone
WHERE: Hospital, Whale Comb Sent Her
WHAT: Siege on the Hospital, Emergency care
WHEN: October 11th, Rest of the event.
WARNINGS: mouth related body horror creatures, blood

I. A Hospital Under Siege CW: potential for mouth related body horror creatures, blood

Storms here were continuing to be, at best, annoying. There's no heart monitors, there's no lights, and there sure as hell are little fake images of her guinea pig or other people she knew from home. There had been enough forewarning to know not to trust people when the power went out, especially if they wouldn't come close enough to be touched.

So she focused on something else entirely, which was the whole weird noises in the distance. A threat, probably. And threats meant people could get hurt. Tae absolutely starts packing. The hospital was not centralized enough for this sort of bad effect.

Really, it was a mistake to be here. The screaming noises in the distance. And then the noise of something scratching against a distant door.

"That can't be good."

II. Here To Heal You CW: Potential for blood and injuries

Getting to the Center had been a whole process. Now here she was, moving around quickly as she went through the steps that would make this place better. Using some replicated chafing dish fuels she's got a kettle on to keep water warm for tea, another one to keep a pot of miso soup warm for people who need fluids, and she's already setting up blankets and other supplies to stretch people out.

And when she hears the door open she straightens and looks to it.

"Come in, please."

III. Wildcard
[OOC: Once comms are back up, Tae's happy to travel to help with emergency care. So if you want someone to deal with injuries and you can't get to the Whale Comb Sent Her, wildcard it!]

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"I don't use chewing tobacco, stupid." He'd feel bad about this later because Billy came in intending to be civil at least. Doesn't know why Tae went out of her way to poke his buttons until she explains it.

That foot has stopped bouncing and Billy - with some difficulty - gets another lollipop unwrapped to pop in his mouth. Cherry flavored. The best. He relaxes back in the chair and tries to keep still.

"I was trying to say 'watch where you're stabbing'. I think. I was... I was gonna run. I did earlier. The moment I saw that thing in the gate. I didn't come here intending to be mean this time." Billy turns his head to look at her. He's still there, less panicked now as she works at the injury. "Trying to be better."

"I know you didn't," she says. "And I try not to be a bitch when I'm in the middle of tending to wounds. But you need a bitch to keep you in the moment, so I'm really talented in this moment. Multitasking. Bitch and stitch."

See, she can be almost amusing.

"You came in here with a weapon and bloody. I can tell you're doing your best to help."

Bitch and stitch. That gets a laugh from him. The laugh causes little smile crinkles at the corners of his eyes and he laughs at the absurdity of it all. The situation, being nice, it's all funny and stupid in the moment.

"I wasn't going to help at first. I was having a rough time in the alley next to the diner." Billy doesn't elaborate on that, and Tae can probably piece together how rough it was with how he almost fell back into panic sitting here. "Gladio's been training me - ah Christ this hurts - and helped me out. Gave me the axe. Pulled my shit together and went out to go fucking help."

At least he's laughing. She appreciates that. It's helping.

"You've clearly got trauma related to this. PTSD. There's nothing wrong with not acting in it. ONce we're done with the stitches, I'm giving you sedatives so you can sleep. You need it. I'm going to see about some anxiety medication soon as well."

It's one of those situations where everything feels so high-strung and ridiculous that it's the only response he can give. And it gives him something else to focus on that isn't the needle working in and out as she moves it.

"The fuck is PTSD? I'm fine," though he's clearly not, "I don't stupid medication for this shit. Just give me a cigarette and a beer, I'll be fine." That free hand goes to the lollipop, working at the stick between his teeth while his tongue works over the sweet part. "Shepherd mentioned something about exposure therapy. I'm not going to do therapy either."

Well, at least he's not panicking now since he's decided to be stubborn instead.

"Post-traumatic stress disorder," she answers. "And the state you were in when you arrived says you've been through serious trauma. Along with everything you've told me. You've encountered what a psychologist would call a 'trigger', which was why you were panicking and flipping out at me. So medication can help diminish some of the effects. Better than alcohol."

So yes, he needs the medicine. BUt she can't force him to take care of his mental health.

"STill giving you medicine. Your prescription."

Okay, acronym checks out. Billy still thinks he's fine. But her explanation - he's not fine. He's lived through a special kind of hell. Possession, murder, attempted murder, and nearly dying when he was dropped here. Now all these monsters were here, stirring up the memories that Billy wants nothing to do with at the moment.

He's not fine.

"You can give that shit to me, but I'm not taking it." Would it even help? It sounded fake. The sedatives to sleep sound the most intriguing because he's had problems with that since he figured out the gates were open. He looks down at her working. "You almost done here?"

"Alright then. But it would help with any issues you might have with sleep or anxiety," she says with a shrug.

"I need to do one last scratch. Sorry. I'm going as fast as I can."

Without hurting him more.

Billy falls quiet, thinking. He had some trouble sleeping when he got here, too. Expected after almost dying, so he had put up with the rough nights before Calibrations and volcanos and the other bullshit.

Stupid, stupid bullshit.

He shifts down, trying to make it just a little easier for her. The sooner she finishes, the better so he can get back to fighting the monsters or holing up in the diner again. The stitches hurt, but they don’t hurt as bad as the monsters claws running through his shoulder.

"…I guess you’re gonna tell me to go easy on lifting and shit now, too."

Edited (Caught a spelling error) 2023-10-30 12:45 (UTC)

"I am. Because if you rip out your stitches, you're not getting another lollipop while I replace them. I'll forbid Steve and Zelda from it too. I can't stop the puppy of course."

There was no telling Billy Kaplan what to do, and he'd just magic it.

For a moment, Billy thinks she's talking about Harrington. But maybe she's talking about Rogers. Honestly seems more likely anyways, with how he sat and talked about saving Billy from his fated death at home.

Stupid talk, all of it.

And yes, that's a scowl at the threat of not getting another lollipop if he hurts himself. "So what am I allowed to do then? I'm guessing my usual workout routine isn't going to make the list."

"Oh it most definitely won't until this heals. But you could always go for leg day."

She finishes with the stitches and snips the thread.

"Something that will accentuate your tight rear, kid. Enjoy that."

"Every day is leg day." Especially when you live outside of the city on the beach. The walks are nice. Help Billy clear his head before he lashes out at people. At least he's being better with Tae this time around. Maybe it's a conscious effort, maybe it's the lingering effects of Everything Happening outside.

Her remarks gets a grin. "Checkin' out my ass are you? Knew you couldn't fucking resist."

"I can tell," she answers simply as she then reaches for clean bandages, apparently enchanted in ways to promote healing, to wrap the stitches in. Mostly to keep them clean.

"I could care less about your ass, kid. You're far too young to have an ass in my books."

"You’re the one that called it a tight rear. Which means you’ve looked and you’ve noticed. That’s enough to tell me you care."

Billy’s still grinning like he’s won something, even as he shifts his arm to give her room to wrap.

"Also doesn’t stop some ladies back home. Lots of women want a piece of me."

"You're just always annoying aren't you?" she asks with a sigh. But she did set herself up for this one, and the look on her face says she knows it.

Once the injury is wrapped and carefully anchored she looks him right in the eyes.

"At your age, any woman that is more than, say, seven years older than you that wants a piece of you? She's a predator and scum. Break hearts that aren't going to use you to make themselves feel younger and relevant. They aren't worth it."

"I can be worse," and they both know the truth in that. Billy could be so much worse on the scale of aggravation and annoyance, with his arrogance ramping both up higher. He likes to think he was doing quite well this time around compared to the other two times he's needed medical attention.

When she holds him with her gaze, the grin melts from his face to something more serious. He could tell she was being very cold sober about this. "Well if it makes you feel any better, the only one who did say she'd meet up with me, didn't. She didn't show up and that was for the better. That night I told you about? With the rats and being dragged into the building by vines? I was supposed to be meeting one of those women out there."

Yes, he is definitely behaving more than she was expecting, which was something. And she had more cause to be taking care of him right now. So she was going to do her damnedest to make this work out.

"Well, I wish she was the one hit by the rat and dragged into a building by vines," the doctor says with a bit of acid in her voice.

Maybe she just had opinions that weren't common back in her home. It came down to a lot of how she saw young women being objectified. And if she saw it one say, it was illogical not to apply it the other.

"It's one thing to work at something like a host cafe and get money off of this little delusions. But actually getting a kid alone? I hope she gets a yeast infection."

He can tell he's doing better right now because she's not teasing him in that MILF voice like the first time they met before giving him a sedative, and she's not putting him in pain like she did cracking his nose back into place.

"Vicious, aren't you? Like a little fire in my women," though it's already been made clear that she's never going to be interested in him. It's still fun. His tongue even pokes out and through the layers of that anxiety attack she had swerved him from is that arrogant personality shining back through a little.

If she were sitting down she would have changed which leg was crossed over the other, gestured at him with a clip board, and told him to go fuck himself.

"Vicious is necessary when predators put my patients in danger. And I'm sure your women appreciate that knowledge. You'll find that I'm more ice than anything, though."

So clearly not someone to chase.

"I'm giving you sedatives. You better sleep. If you mess up these stitches, the next ones don't get even local anesthesia."

At this point, it's just fun to pretend to chase Tae even if he knows it's not going anywhere. He knows she's not like Karen - Tae probably wouldn't be the type to stand someone up. Or date a good looking guy like him.

He lifts his hand to test the bandages and how much it hurts. There's a sting, but the painkillers dull it and it just gives a little throb that's gone quick. Good work, but he doesn't expect anything less from the people working in medical.

"I'm not gonna mess up the stitches," comes the bite back to her, but then purses his lips and looks to the side. Billy is supposed to be doing better, not mouthing off to others. "Not taking stupid meds. Don't need them." An absolute lie. He's not looking at her still.

Pretend is all he's going to get. He's like a dog chasing a car. He wouldn't know what to do with it if he ever caught it. Because his whole act with older women would never fly with her.

"You'd benefit from taking them. The sleep is vital to healing and it sounds like you have a lot of reasons to not be getting enough. Take the damn pills."

It's a fun game, even it amounts to nothing. At least Billy isn't acting out, being a menace, or offense as hell. And she's not saying things to get under his skin, either. "Yeah well I'm not going to. They'll be a bottle for decoration at my place and nothing more."

Billy flexes and gently moves his arm around to get a test of where his limits are. Even with painkillers, he can feel where he shouldn't push. It was going to make tasks difficult but Billy would figure it out.

"...Thanks," he starts with. "For helping me or whatever."

She could've passed him on to someone else because Billy knows the other two times they've met, he'd been an arrogant fucking asshole and he wouldn't have blamed her for passing on helping him.

Hey, if he wants to play at being a hunter, she'll let him, but she's no prey.

"Just store it away from heat sources," she suggests. "You'll use them when you need them."

She has faith in that much.

"See one of us in seven days to see if they are ready to come out, but I'm thinking the full fourteen. Any medic will be able to address that though. It comes with the datapoint. And of course I helped. I took an oath."

And maybe she didn't want to inflict him on her favorites yet.

"Fine. Give me the bottle or tell me when I can go get it and I'll put them in my cabin." Billy grabs the lime lollipop from earlier before standing up. The axe gets taken in his free.

"Or I'll just get them when I come to have the stitches looked at." A careful shrug so he doesn't mess up her work, or accidentally put himself in more pain.

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