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[qsilver_md]

Kevin is working intently in his little area at the back of the infirmary, but he emerges occasionally to check on the current patients.

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[gone_byebye]

One of the current patients is Ray Stantz, who got brought in last night after three weeks of really bad wilderness experience. Ray was- and this is putting it nicely- once cited by his Scoutmaster as being the single worst Boy Scout in the history of Scouting, and he didn't get any better as an adult.

In purely medical terms, we're looking at a case of Giardia, a broken ankle, two and a half weeks of eating the equivalent of the Atkins Diet (i.e., almost exclusively meat), and more than a few cuts and lacerations here and there. At least he's already been injected with an anti-helminthic from the United Federation of Planets, so that's taken care of.

[qsilver_md]

"Afternoon", Kevin says pleasantly, checking his chart.

[gone_byebye]

Ray looks up from his copy of The Nine Billion Names Of God. "Hi, Doc," he says with a bit of a smile. "How'm I doing?"

[qsilver_md]

"Nothing time and proper treatment won't fix", Kevin reassures him. "You'll be fine."

[lucky_coyote]

Johnny located the infirmary with just a little difficulty, having been in the general vicinity before. Quietly, he pokes his head through the door and looks around for Ray.

[gone_byebye]

The only patient answering to the man's general description is off to one side, flat on his back in bed, reading a copy of The Nine Billion Names of God. He looks... well, pretty much like the other Ray, but with dark brown hair, and a lot skinnier. Like, two weeks of Atkins plus some illness-related dehydration kind of skinnier. At least he got a shave out of the deal.

[lucky_coyote]

It takes Johnny a moment, but ... yeah, that's him. And he's awake. Slowly, as not to startle him, he makes his way over. "... Dr. Stantz?"

[gone_byebye]

Ray blinks, setting the book down beside him. "Hi," he says. "Do I know you?"

[last_master]

It's an old face, thin and distinguished, careworn but not unkind; the sort of face you'd happily bank with. It's on top of layers of robes in various shades of brown.

Its owner moves amongst the infirmary beds, reading the curiously spindly letters of the English alphabet, so unlike Aurebesh's sturdy glyphs, until, on one bed's chart, he finds the lines that seem to spell the name of the man he's looking for.

"Dr Stantz?" he greets the man. "The... 'Ghostbuster', correct? We may have much to discuss."

[gone_byebye]

Ray's currently reading an issue of Popular Science ("Dude, Where's My Flying Car?"), but at the sound of someone approaching, he looks up.

And makes a small, high-pitched noise that borders on frequencies only dogs can hear, because he knows that face.

It may take him a moment to get the faculty of speech back.

[last_master]

"I was merely going to ask how you've liked your training, but if my presence is causing you any discomfort, the thing can wait."

[gone_byebye]

"Nononono!" says Ray, snapping back into the English language. "No, it's all right! It's just- it- I'm sorry, I should begin again. Hi, my name is Ray Stantz, and when I was about six years old I thought you were the greatest thing I'd ever seen in the entire known universe. I mean, assuming you're Obi-Wan Kenobi, because if you're not I'm going to hope like anything that you'll blame my lapse of discretion on the drugs they've been giving me for my case of giardiasis."

[stilljustandrew]

*There's a knock on the ... wall, and Andrew peers around the corner. He's carrying a small covered basket.*

Hey. How're you doing?

[gone_byebye]

Ray looks up from the "Dude, Where's My Flying Car?" issue of Popular Mechanics and smiles. "Loads better, ever since they fixed up my ankle," he says. "Now I've got a chance at making a successful bathroom run when the gut stuff kicks in. How're you?"

[stilljustandrew]

I'm good. --You're still having digestion problems?

*His face falls a little.*

Is there stuff you're not supposed to be eating, then?

[gone_byebye]

"Nah, it's just clearing the worst of the leftovers out. I'll be fine." Ray wrinkles his nose. "It's not the upper part of the digestive tract that's the problem. I can eat whatever. Why?"

[fathers_cleric]

Why no, that's not John Preston standing in the background-unsure if if he ought to approach or not. Ray looks healthy, and that's what's important.

He's Here.

"...How are you holding up?"

[gone_byebye]

Ray looks up and smiles. "Pretty well, considering where I was a few days ago," he says. "Hi, John. Haven't seen you around in a while. How've you been?"

[fathers_cleric]

Preston swallows, "...All right." He's not going into his family problems right now, "-Robbie and I were having some problems but-but we're okay now." His eyes narrowed, "...I ended up getting stuck in my world for a few days."

[gone_byebye]

"Well, that's good," Ray says, as always just the tiniest bit oblivious to what was going on in the background. "Is Robbie all right? I mean, obviously you are, but-"