11G077-2 -- i'll wash my bloody hands [text]

[lost_undercover]

I wonder how anyone graduates and how anything gets done here when you people are undermining each other constantly.

[Private to Dick]
How are you doing, guy?

[Private to Rex]
[Costigan switches to audio. His voice is slightly strained.]

I'm coming over. Tell me you don't have company.

[Private to Una]
[Still audio and his voice is.. still

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[drdaytimetelly]

You mean doctor-patient confidentiality? I'm discreet, yes.

Private

[lost_undercover]

Need treatment for a stab wound. Torso. Kind of deep, but I'm pretty sure it missed the organs.

Level 1, Room 6. It's unlocked.

Private

[drdaytimetelly]

On my way.

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[lost_undercover]

[Costigan was sitting shirtless on Rex's toilet with his t-shirt, damp, pressed into his abs, hunched over awkwardly. His jacket was thrown onto the floor and he looked pretty bad off as he waited for the other man.

Svetlana had said she didn't do pills, Caesares was from 1939, he didn't trust Denise, and Martha had left on leave for her mental health: that only left John. The inmate waited in his friend's room for the doctor, beginning to get a little nauseous from the pain as much as from the blood loss. The loss of blood wasn't even that severe so far, because he had the good sense to know how to reduce the bleeding, but it was still a stab wound.

He glanced down to where the black shirt was shoved against the wound and caught sight of the thick scars on his arms. Frowning, he cast his vision to the ceiling of the room instead.]

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[drdaytimetelly]

[John didn't run, though he was tempted. Running would only cause the suspicion in others that something had happened, and he kept in mind that the patient's main concern had been his discretion. He did hurry though, and managed to find the cabin in question in what he thought was record time.

He let himself in, glancing about the cabin in curiosity as he began looking for the patient.]

Hello? It's Dr Watson.

[He gravitated towards the bathroom, popping his head inside the doorway with a frown.]

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[lost_undercover]

[There's snakes and lots of science-y stuff that doesn't look like it matches with Costigan at all, but Costigan hoped he wouldn't be so worried about that right now.] "In here."

[When John entered the small bathroom (featuring only a toilet and sink filled with pink water), the inmate immediately glanced down to where he had the t-shirt pressed into the right side of his abs. The wound was deep into his flesh, but on the outside of the peritoneum, near the skin of his side.]

"Bill Costigan. Can you..?" [He slowly peeled the t-shirt away and let it rest beneath the wound to catch the blood still, revealing smears of red and the wound itself. The inmate winced.] "Fuck. Do you have anything I can take for the fuckin' pain?"

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[drdaytimetelly]

[The wound wasn't deadly, John could see that much, and he was glad for it. There'd been far too much death this past week alone. He kept his expression calm, automatically switching into his 'doctor-dealing-with-an-emergency' mode.]

"Pills. They're in my kit. Hold up, let me take a better look."

[He knelt beside Costigan and peered at the wound, nodding as he worked out what needed to be done inside his head. John flipped open the latches of the kit and began taking out the necessary tools, including the bottle of pain medication.]

"It is deep, but you're right, it doesn't look like it's pierced any of your organs. I'm going to give you a local anaesthetic and stitch you back up. Do you have any allergies to medicines that I should be aware of?"

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[lost_undercover]

[Costigan nodded a little about John having a closer look, still holding the t-shirt below the wound and staring at the ceiling. He finally dropped his gaze again when the doc was getting into the kit and then watched him with a slight grimace to his expression. He was grateful not to need to end up in the infirmary, where his warden would find him. The inmate was still holding hope that he wouldn't be found out at all.]

"No, no allergies." [He replied and stretched slightly to give John better view and access. The movement was accompanied by a wince, of course, but then he was settled again.] "Thank you, for doing this."

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[drdaytimetelly]

"Here, take these." [John uncapped the bottle and held out the pills, fishing around in his kit for a bottle of water. Not standard in most medical kits, the plastic bottle of water, but he'd always found it helpful in Afghanistan.]

"And you don't really need to thank me, but you're welcome." [He slipped on a pair of gloves and gently prodded around the outside of the wound, brow furrowed in concentration.]

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[lost_undercover]

[Costigan forced himself to wait a beat, eying the pills in his hand, before he slid them gingerly into his mouth. He was too eager to get a hold of them, but didn't want to appear that way. The inmate took the water gratefully and flushed the pills with a swig, despite not necessarily needing it.

There was a sharp intake of breath when John poked in the area of the wound toward his side. The inmate was a Bostonian though, damn it, so he clenched his teeth and prepared to take whatever pain was necessary]

"I know this is technically a prison. Prisons don't have privacy.. But he shouldn't be punished for this. It was my fault for pushing him."

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[drdaytimetelly]

"Cleaning the wound, then administering the local anaesthetic." [And then John began doing exactly that. He liked to talk his patients through the procedures...he half-wondered if the other doctors here did the same.]

"You did get stabbed. It could happen to someone else." [He could have guessed who had stabbed Costigan if given the right kind of clues, and he did suspect a certain someone, but John chose not to push for a name.]

"How did you push him?"

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[lost_undercover]

[Costigan was somewhat impressed that John was sharing what was going on, but made no comment to it, appreciating the silent knowledge. He tried to hold still and show as little reaction to the pain as possible.]

"I took care of that. One of the wardens is on it. She'll make sure it doesn't happen again." [It was fairly obvious, in his mind, who they could be talking about, but he preferred having these conversations without names. His voice was less strained as he continued, the local beginning to take effect.] "He told me he wouldn't give it up and to back off. I told him he was going to get in more trouble for having it. I should have fuckin'.. No one's going to believe that. I should have known how it sounded."

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[drdaytimetelly]

[He didn't comment for a long moment as he opened up the packet containing the surgical suture, checking the thread and then measuring the wound with his fingers. Yep, it'd do just fine.]

"Right, starting on the sutures. Let me know if you feel anything - I'll give you another local."

[He started stitching up the wound, working carefully but efficiently, the culmination of years and years of practice.]

"Why did you try to take it away from him in the first place? You're not a warden, are you?"

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[lost_undercover]

[Costigan nodded to that and forced himself to look away so that he could tell if he was actually feeling something rather than psychological pains at the sight of it. The inmate stared past John, at his kit.]

"You have to say it like that?" [He replied with a hint of humor, trying to make a joke.] "No, I'm not a warden, but I knew I could take a stab better than most if it came to it and I didn't know he'd get violent just for asking."

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[drdaytimetelly]

[John didn't chuckle, but he did smirk a little.]

"Well that's an idiotic thing to do." [He sewed another suture, his brow raising slightly. Though the statement itself wasn't a compliment, the tone of his voice had been admiring.]

"You know better now. That must count for something. Aaand...right, finishing off the sutures. I'm going to clean the wound again, then bandage you up."

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[lost_undercover]

[Costigan let out a single laugh at that, though it was a hint strained because he was trying not to move or aggravate the area. John actually reminded the Bostonian quite a bit of McCoy, which boded well for their potential future interactions. Costigan didn't know if he could really trust John, but the man seemed to understand discretion and not telling him what a fuckin' retard he could be.]

"Yeah. It confirms that Chang was a fuckin' asshole for giving him a knife." [The same almost-humor from before. Then he nodded about the process.] "How long you been doin' this? If you don't mind me askin'."