[The first thing that is really noticeable is the Time Lord's nose. It's bright red and extremely swollen, and there's still dried blood crusted down his face. He looks positively miserable.]So ah...Master broke my nose
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[Or what a rag and water look like? In any case, you're in good company, Doctor: Sokka has needed these remedies and neglected to think about them for himself -- it seems easier to remember when someone else is in pain.]
I'm sure I could find one. Though I'd prefer not having to go outside.
[He's never really had to deal with this. After all, he's not a medical doctor. Even when helping others, he usually doesn't have to worry about injuries.]
[And he may grumble and complain when he gets there. But he has no problem helping out, so... he'll be leaving now in anticipation of actually getting an answer!]
[Just so you know, this is normally something Sokka does for work, but since he's taken the week off, he's doing this out of the kindness of his heart. And... maybe because he wants a little of that willow bark tea, too.]
[Yeah, still taking some time, sorry.]
[On the bright side, at least you won't have to worry too much about leaving the coziness of wherever you're laying your head.]
[Almost. There.]
[It's rather foggy out, you know. The young tribesman has to pass graves to find you. Thankfully, he pays them no attention at all, intent on not reading them.]
[Okay, here he is. Sokka sends a message to signal his arrival and waits in a somewhat well-lit area outside, a bowl of bark in one hand, a rag in the other, and black eye to signal he's not had a favorable week, either.]
[He opens the door just a few moments later, smiling politely at the guest. At least he's cleaned up most of the blood at this point? Though to be honest, it was probably the Master that did it.]
[Well, at least he's not horribly mangled, right? Sokka stands on the threshold, unsure he wants to make the time commitment to stay. Then again, he could use some of the tea himself...]
It's not a problem. I'm on the police force, so if there's anything like that again, you can call me next time. Maybe before you end up with a broken nose...
[Sokka steps inside and offers the bowl of bark and the rag. He's met the Doctor before, but his mind has since been altered by the Master to completely forget the pertinent details of their meeting (and the fact that the Master had murdered Sokka's good friend, Aang). So, really, this is a bit like meeting again: We're sure you're familiar with that, Doctor!]
Right. [Sokka raises an eyebrow.] So, he was surprised, then? [And since the Doctor doesn't seem to be interested in taking the bark, the young man sort of creeps past him and goes to find materials to make the tea. This is... weird. He's not usually the servant type, okay? :| ]
And angry. [shrug, shuts the door. Hey, he has no idea what to do okay, you have to show him. He honestly has no clue how to do any of these normal things.]
[Thank you, Unohana for your medical plant workshop! Sokka was smart to take notes, apparently.]
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[What do you mean, has he never broken something before? He probably has, he just...has no idea how to take care of himself.]
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[Or what a rag and water look like? In any case, you're in good company, Doctor: Sokka has needed these remedies and neglected to think about them for himself -- it seems easier to remember when someone else is in pain.]
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[He's never really had to deal with this. After all, he's not a medical doctor. Even when helping others, he usually doesn't have to worry about injuries.]
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Do you want me to bring some...?
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Yes please.
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[And he may grumble and complain when he gets there. But he has no problem helping out, so... he'll be leaving now in anticipation of actually getting an answer!]
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[And soon after the first text is sent, the coordinates come through as well.]
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[Just so you know, this is normally something Sokka does for work, but since he's taken the week off, he's doing this out of the kindness of his heart. And... maybe because he wants a little of that willow bark tea, too.]
[Yeah, still taking some time, sorry.]
[On the bright side, at least you won't have to worry too much about leaving the coziness of wherever you're laying your head.]
[Almost. There.]
[It's rather foggy out, you know. The young tribesman has to pass graves to find you. Thankfully, he pays them no attention at all, intent on not reading them.]
[Okay, here he is. Sokka sends a message to signal his arrival and waits in a somewhat well-lit area outside, a bowl of bark in one hand, a rag in the other, and black eye to signal he's not had a favorable week, either.]
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Come in, thanks for coming.
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It's not a problem. I'm on the police force, so if there's anything like that again, you can call me next time. Maybe before you end up with a broken nose...
[Sokka steps inside and offers the bowl of bark and the rag. He's met the Doctor before, but his mind has since been altered by the Master to completely forget the pertinent details of their meeting (and the fact that the Master had murdered Sokka's good friend, Aang). So, really, this is a bit like meeting again: We're sure you're familiar with that, Doctor!]
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