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[a_drop_of_venom]

Well, this is nice. He had heard from his most recent charge that the closet door had a portal. It was good to know it was at least a stable one

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[logicphile]

"It has been my experience that a hypospray is most effective in such situations." Spock has, after all, seen the implement be effectively and efficiently wielded by one highly disgruntled doctor.

[a_drop_of_venom]

"Hypospray?" The doctor raises an eyebrow. "I haven't heard that term."

Unlike Cale and Dais, Sehkmet prefers to listen to music if he enjoys over movies and television.

[logicphile]

"I would not be surprised." Comparatively, it seems, the denizens of the Nexus are not quite as knowledgeable of other planets as Spock had presumed. "It is a medical device used to administer injections through the skin."

[a_drop_of_venom]

"Ah, like a needle and syringe. She is with child currently. Sedation, while tempting, is only a final option." Sehkmet rubs the back of his head, looking guilty. It took a fight with Torrent and Hardrock to move that option to the back burner.

[onemorebounty]

Remind yourself that they have their own choices to make.

[a_drop_of_venom]

"I would, if she weren't in danger of driving herself into an early grave." He snaps, giving Samus an angry glare. "It is my duty to assure her continued survival. She seems intent to leave the hospital every time I check her in."

[onemorebounty]

*She seems unfazed--she's been snapped at by better, and she has a point to make.*

And what is her job?

[a_drop_of_venom]

"To survive to take care of the child she carries. And at first she seemed quite intent to follow my orders. Now as the appointed time comes, she's being more and more reckless."

[goodheadbadhead]

"Maybe fucking well try listening to them?
"You may be the doctor, but they're the one experiencing the problem."

Says the man (men) with half his face gone.

[a_drop_of_venom]

"It's hard, when she won't open up to me." Sehkmet seems to not be that phase by the man's condition. "Not even her closest friends can get anything out of her. She won't say why she seems intent to overwork herself."

[goodheadbadhead]

"In that case it's her own problem."

[a_drop_of_venom]

"Even if it kills her?"

[vicioussweetie]

You know that (American) cultural mass-mental image of a busy mom? Here, have one. Her masses of red hair were braided at some point, and has started a rebellion; her clothes, while neat and clean, are not what anyone could really call fashionable. And don't ask why she's wearing a sweater, jeans, and sandals; she probably couldn't tell you. But she seems to be in a good mood at least, and she's got a big to-go cup of something vaguely coffee-scented.

"Wait for them to grow up, if they seem inclined to do so."

[a_drop_of_venom]

He gives a heavy sigh and nods to the woman. "I suppose I will have to swallow my pride and ask for her landlady to stay with her."

[vicioussweetie]

"Asking favors on behalf of patients? What will the world come to next?" She is, very clearly, teasing him. But it's a good-natured sort of teasing, which she hopes he'll realize and accept with a similar measure of good nature.

[a_drop_of_venom]

Sehkmet can recognize playful teasing. Although he and other armored warriors tend to get a bit rougher. "It is a trail for the snake, to hunt with others." He says in a likewise playful tone of voice. After all, he has a small mommy complex weakness for red heads.

[random_xtras]

"Weld their slagging afts down," says the nine foot tall white femme with the black chevron and the face mask.

[a_drop_of_venom]

Sehkmet blinks, then politely nods as he holds in a chuckle. "If she were made of metal like you, great lady, I would definitely take that course of action."

[random_xtras]

"Fine. Duct tape, then." She shrugs and tilts her head slightly as she studies him.

[a_drop_of_venom]

He studies her back. "I assume you have your own difficult patients?"