Thread: Need a Medic, Pronto!
Characters: Dean Winchester, Stephanie Brown (Robin), and Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy
Where: the clinic
When: Soon after Dean first meets Steph, banged up and whatnot
Summary: Robin kept her word and together she and Dean follow the digital maps to the sick bay. Dean might or might not need special attention for the bruised ribs inflicted on him during some nasty fights with demons. We'll see. In return, Dean needs to help Robin find some normal clothes and a place to sleep.
Warnings: Most likely mild language?
Robin and Dean had reached to the door to the clinic, according to the computerized map of the whole interior of the Ring. He moved on his own to give the door a knock when it just slid open automatically. Right now, no one seemed to be present in the room at a first glance.
Well, he sure as hell didn't see any sign that had the doc's business hours on it. Paying for whatever bill it may come down to, it would not be a problem. Dean had some credit cards in his wallet, and they all worked fine the last time he's used them.
"Hello," he called. "Doctor McCoy?" He stepped past the door frame after just poking his head in. Was there a "Ring for Service" bell around or something? How did this have to go down, exactly?
No matter what, don't turn your head and cough, Dean joked to himself while doing a visual sweep of the sick bay with only his eyes. Shit, he hoped nothing bad happened to the doc. That'd suck.
Where: the clinic
When: Soon after Dean first meets Steph, banged up and whatnot
Summary: Robin kept her word and together she and Dean follow the digital maps to the sick bay. Dean might or might not need special attention for the bruised ribs inflicted on him during some nasty fights with demons. We'll see. In return, Dean needs to help Robin find some normal clothes and a place to sleep.
Warnings: Most likely mild language?
Robin and Dean had reached to the door to the clinic, according to the computerized map of the whole interior of the Ring. He moved on his own to give the door a knock when it just slid open automatically. Right now, no one seemed to be present in the room at a first glance.
Well, he sure as hell didn't see any sign that had the doc's business hours on it. Paying for whatever bill it may come down to, it would not be a problem. Dean had some credit cards in his wallet, and they all worked fine the last time he's used them.
"Hello," he called. "Doctor McCoy?" He stepped past the door frame after just poking his head in. Was there a "Ring for Service" bell around or something? How did this have to go down, exactly?
No matter what, don't turn your head and cough, Dean joked to himself while doing a visual sweep of the sick bay with only his eyes. Shit, he hoped nothing bad happened to the doc. That'd suck.