The doctors will see you now...

[lost_mckay]

Who: Hospital staff
Where: Gamma Infirmary, classified side
When: Wednesday, June 16th
Invited: Anyone with a good reason to be there
Status: Incomplete

Comments

[Xander, Faith]

[fikgirl]

"Hello, Dr. Beckett," Faith greeted the doctor with a purr that only she could have managed: part greeting, part appreciation, and part invitation all rolled into one. "I'm Faith, as in 'gotta have,'" Faith tossed the doctor a wink and a sultry smile.

"I've never really been sick, but I was in this serious long ass coma once. But that was on accounting of this wicked gut wound I took." With Slayer quick reflexes, Faith ripped her tank top over head and promptly revealed that the tank was not illusion -- she wasn't wearing a bra.

Xander didn't pass up the urge to give Faith's round, perky breasts an appreciative ogle before turning his attention to the Scottish doctor. While the doctor had seen breasts before, probably a lot of them much nicer than Faith's, what were the chances that he'd actually dealt with someone of Faith's caliber before?

"See here?"

Another quick glance revealed Faith leaning back, placing her lovely breasts in the most flattering form, pose and light possible while running her hand between said breasts until her fingers came to dance on the scar from the Buffy inflicted gut wound in her abdomen. Long healed, thanks to Slayer healing, it had still scarred over into a silvery-red line that hinted at magicks and mojo and metaphysics that Xander didn't want to think about.

"All healed up though," Faith gave a shrug that also did a myriad of nice things to her breasts, "So, I guess it's nothing to worry about."

Pulling his eyes away from Faith -- and her breasts -- Xander watched the doctor. He added, "You may want to check that belly button ring though. She did it herself. And that's the second time."

"Well, our last stop over didn't exactly have a reputable tattoo parlor," Faith threw out as though that explained everything.

When it came to Faith, it did.

[Carson]

[cbeckett_md]

Yes Carson has seen many sets of breasts in his career as a doctor, but he's never had someone strip without being asked, which causes him some measure of... well surprise. Carson blinked at the display, then blinked again, flushing a nice bright red. For several moments, he appeared to be stunned into complete inaction.

It is actually all the talk of the scar and the fact that Faith's hand strays to it that causes Carson to come back to reality, though he remains a bit flushed. He clears his throat slightly and takes a step forward, "Aye lass, looks t' have been a right wicked wound. Yer a lucky lass t' have survived it. And ye dinna appear t' be showing any ill effects."

Carson stepped up to Faith's bedside to begin the exam, now that he had his clinical expression on, despite the flush. Jennifer owed him big time... huge... this favor could not be easily categorized, that's how huge it was. Did he mention... huge... "As for the belly button ring, we can give ye some supplies t' take care of it. It doesn't look infected or anything, though I canna imagine why ye'd want to do that t' yerself." The Scottish brogue is definitely out in full force today.

Carson looked over at Xander a moment, "Dinna worry lad, I'll be getting t' ye in a moment. Lasses first ye know." He then drew his gaze back down to Faith, focusing more on her face then anything, "This will just be routine lass, I assure ye. We just wish t' make sure that ye haven't contracted anything in yer travels and get a baseline for yer charts." Carson then starts running through the usual tests, the only signs of his discomfort the flush and the thicker then normal brogue.