[Private to Booth]
Are you feeling better?
Did I-
You're a legen-
[Private to Svetlana]
[[There's a clearing of the throat, something that might be a word, but very faint, but then it's gone.]]
[Private to Martha Jones]
Is it proper that my stitches come out now?
[Private to Iago]My apologies for the...way I treated you. Acted. I misjudged
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[[And, true to his word, 47 showed up in his regular black suit and red tie naught but ten minutes later, looking around the Infirmary for the doctor he'd just spoken to, the only one aside from Svetlana he trusted. He realized he hadn't talked to her much outside of hospital visits. He needed to fix that.
If she had the time, of course.]]
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Hello, 47.
[Without thinking about it, she started to move toward the private room, imagining that it would make him more comfortable to be in there than it would be to remove the stitches behind one of the curtains.]
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Hello, Martha. I have something I'd like to discuss with you as well.
[[It was calm, cool, collected, and yet grave in its own right. Once behind the curtain, he began to pull his tie over and off and unbutton his shirt.]]
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[Her words were softened by a grin as she went about gathering the things that she needed to remove his stitches, and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves after she had unwrapped the tweezers and scissors and bandages. When they were set on a metal tray, Martha grinned at him again.]
What's on your mind?
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[[He said it simply, taking his shirt off and neatly folding it over his jacket and tie. He sat down on the edge of the bed and interlaced his fingers, thinking a little.]]
His racism. I have spoken to him about it. I'd like to see your own opinion, seeing as you are a woman of colour and a prime target for both his racism and his sexism as well.
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[She took a deep breath and focused on slowly removing the first stitch with clear, quick movements. Her voice was soft but clipped.] He would prefer to die rather than have me treat him, you know. [Another pause.]
The best thing I can do I think, is force him to realize that things don't work on this ship like they do at home. Three out of our four Doctors are women, and Sveta is Russian; if he's going to be here he doesn't really have any choice other than to suck it up and deal with it, yeah?
[Martha didn't like him, and she would prefer not to deal with him if she could. At least the Master and Davros hated her for a legitament reason; Booth just reminded her of being the helpless maid in 1913.]
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I know about that. I've spoken with him briefly on the racism, yet not on the sexism. I told him that yourself and Svetlana are the two doctors on board I trust the most, despite gender or ethnicity. I believe things were starting to sink in a bit before he told me I was wrong and said I should leave. I brought up Vivien Thomas, a man who pioneered heart surgery on infants, and he said it didn't make sense. Inferior, he believes, of course, but that is the way of his time...I only...ask patience with him. Hundreds of years of that thought process had been around before he was born; it takes little steps to change a flawed mind. Everyone jumping upon him at once and insisting he was wrong...I do not believe that is the way to go about such a thing.
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I am not okay with how he treats myself or Etinne.
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I am not asking you to be okay with his prejudices, that is not what I'm asking at all. Think of Captain Swing. Where he comes from, it is legal to torture and assassinate, if all certifications are met. You can think of it as a sort of brainwashing if you will. Now that he has been here as long as he has, he's understanding that what he did was wrong, legal or no, whereas he didn't have a second thought about right or wrong, prejudiced, fair or unjust before he died and came here.
[[He paused, eyes darting.]]I'm...a religious man, depending. I very rarely speak on it. However, we are called to treat others with patience and respect, and that is how I view it as a way to go through things such as this. I'm not asking you to kowtow and give into his commands that you not treat him, not at all. There is still racism where I come from, even then, and there were the Nazis, the KKK, ( ... )
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[For a moment, Martha didn't know quite what to say, and it showed in her face. Still, she kept looking at him, and nodding when he spoke of Swing, and about he had changed since he had come here. Martha knew he had changed; she counted him as one of her friends on the Barge, really. She knew how he had changed since he had come here, but the change had started when...
When he mentioned treating others with patience and respect, Martha couldn't stop her brow from rising. This was probably the first time that someone had ever spoken to her about treating people with patience and respect; normally she was on the other end of the conversation. For a moment, she simply didn't know what to say, and she just looked incredibly surprised. After a moment, she spoke softly.I fear I may have given you the wrong impression of me, 47. I didn't think I was being impatient or ( ... )
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[[He stood at that, reaching for his shirt. He wasn't very comfortable being without clothes; it made him feel vulnerable, and he didn't like that feeling at all.]]
Perhaps, I think, it would be best for him to speak of these things with a Caucasian male. I'm not trying to say you need to accommodate his every wish and command, hardly. But from what I saw, the constant out pour of "crazy racist" and "you're a racist and this is why you're wrong because your science is terrible and you need to get over it," isn't very helpful. Try to...ah...
[[He stopped buttoning his shirt for a moment.]]
Teaching a different language. You have to be patient, providing the right amount of pressure and...if they get frustrated and try to give up, you have to have a firm but gentle hand to stop that. That sort of thing.
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