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[jesus_h_cox]

God damn it, Dr. Cox needed his own hut.

As his eyes slid over supply lists and patient's names, this is what he was thinking, over and over. Living college-style was absolutely ridiculous, and he'd hated it in college, so he hated it even more, now. Not to mention his roommate or bunkmate or whatever was a stark raving psycho and not in that

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[thedescent_into]

Even after a year, Sarah Carter avoid the compound whenever possible. She can't remember ever stepping foot inside the clinic. Never willingly. Faint memories of sitting on a hospital bed with Adam's concerned voice in her ear, but nothing more.

She's bleeding now, a gash running down her calf. It's superficial, caught on a jagged branch while moving through the jungle, but she has to take care of herself. With her mind gone, sometimes she feels as if he body is all she has left.

Walking right past the man at the table, she moves toward the storage cabinets, intent on dressing the wound herself. Later, she'll remember to keep these sorts of supplies in her hut. Hospitals make her... twitchy.

[jesus_h_cox]

As the woman walked into his clinic, Dr. Cox did nothing. As she headed past him and into the room, still Dr. Cox did nothing. Hell, even as she opened the cabinet, Dr. Cox did nothing, but once she pulled out the dressing, that was it.

"Whoooa, hang on there," Dr. Cox called, coming out far too casually from behind the desk. "Either show me your PhD or hand over the goods."

[thedescent_into]

"I didn't know I needed a PhD to handle cotton dressings," she says calmly, arching a brow at the man behind the desk.

[jesus_h_cox]

No longer behind the desk, Dr. Cox walked over to her and reached for the cotton.

"I really don't have much going on here, lady, could you just let me? I'll even give you a lollipop when it's all over and tell you what a big girl you are."

[thedescent_into]

"How about we skip the lollipop?" she says, lowering herself down onto the examining table with a faint smile. "I was willing to do it myself, I don't really need the pat on the head."

Its strange but, for a moment, she thinks she sounds a bit like Beth.

[jesus_h_cox]

Something resembling respect deigned to shadow over Dr. Cox's eyes, and a finger slid down the bridge of his nose quickly. "Fair enough." He straddled a rolling stool and grabbed the antiseptic and some cotton. "So. Tell me how you got this."

[thedescent_into]

"I snagged it on something in the jungle. A branch," she shrugs. It isn't the first time, and it won't be the last. "I'm out there a lot." Most days, Sarah doesn't even bother with using the paths.

[jesus_h_cox]

As he rolled back to her, his jaw clenched and unclenched -- habit more than response -- he began to clean the wound.

"It's hard not to sustain injury in this place. I bang my head against the wall ritualistically out of sheer boredom, and I don't even have to get out of bed," he said. "What is it ya do out there in the wild green yonder?"

[thedescent_into]

"I was hunting," she says, lips curling at the corners, "I like to keep... busy and I find it more productive than beating my head against the wall."

[jesus_h_cox]

"Be careful, there, Gidget," Dr. Cox warned, eyes flicking up to her momentarily. "Let's remember whose got the needles here." He began to inspect the wound before grabbing some gauze and tape.