*enter poetically relevant lyrics here*gotanotherplanMarch 13 2010, 23:19:15 UTC
[After an endless string of arguing with Dean during the time it took to walk from the car into the clinic (Mostly having to do with "Okay, damn just go, I can WALK." and "We should just tell them it was a bear. What? I could've survived a bear attack.") they finally seemed to have gotten their act together and agreed to act like civilized adults. Just in time to tell the nurse at the desk why she was there. Well, sort of. Being in pain, like for most people, only served to make Jo a little more sarcastic and short-tempered, and after trying to explain that her whole body hurt in a way that made her want to scream and cry she choose to sit in one of the chairs off to the side of the waiting room so she could grumble at Dean without disturbing anyone.]
This doctor better not run any tests or ask a million questions or anything. I just wanna be in and out. Write me a drug ticket and let me go on my way. I can't-- [Aghh, heels dug into the thin carpet and her hands clenched into too-tight fists as another shill wave of pain hit her, and
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Re: *enter poetically relevant lyrics here*dude_imbatmanMarch 14 2010, 00:05:11 UTC
[Dean was doing his duty as friend and mother hen sitting next to her listening to her bitch. However unlike most mother hens, Dean bitches back]
Jesus Christ on a stick, I swear I'm gonna knock you unconscious again. Girl or not. He's probably going to ask questions. Answer them. With the truth.
[Why yes they do sound like small children but when the wave of pain hits her, Dean grabs her hand and squeezes hard not hard enough to break things but hard enough to divide her attention.] It's like Hell. They feed off your pain.
[He might be being sarcastic and dead pan but he does look up at the admitting desk.]
i was feeling sick / i was losing my mind / heard about these treatments from a good friend of mineworksmartMarch 18 2010, 00:49:15 UTC
[Clinic duty. You come to a parallel dimension full of aliens and wizards, you start to expect something a little more interesting than the standard procession of work-shirkers with head colds. What you actually get are aliens and wizards... with head colds. Chase is showing his third case of sniffles the door, looking around the waiting room to see if he can pick his next patient without looking at the file.
One guy, green, looks like a gill-breather from some world where the evolution from fish didn't quite take. A familiar looking face (these days Chase is more used to seeing it with a rainbow mohawk, but he remembers at least two other versions with less colourful tendencies) and his -- girlfriend? Probably. She's the patient. Teeth tight to grit back the pain, and Chase thinks he remembers her from a dark arrival video on the network. And a little girl with bunny ears and a tissue pressed to her reddened nose. Yeah, that one will be his. He's still looking her way when he collects the next case from the duty nurse.]Ms...
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i was feeling sick / i was losing my mind / heard about these treatments from a good friend of minegotanotherplanMarch 18 2010, 01:15:11 UTC
Right here. Sup? [Her expression is still tight, but now she's forcibly pretending there's totallynothingwrong! Since he's called attention to her and she doesn't want to look like a wimp in front of everyone. ...Yes, their opinions mattered. Kind of. Either way, she stood up quickly, stepping away from the chair, arms crossed tightly over her chest. The pain has dulled down since the last burst, but she doesn't want the next one to catch her while she's walking to the exam room. Curling up in a ball on the floor of a clinic doesn't sound too appealing at all. If nothing else though, Dr. Australian Dream-Boat was distracting enough to just look at, to keep her mind off of the pain that seemed to run through her blood at this point.
... Did she really just think that? Dream Boat? Damn. She must've been really sick. That was it. Definitely.]
Where're we headed?
[It's okie!! No rush, I've been kinda ..reallyreally slow with tagging anyway, heh.]
[Oh thank friggin' God. He doesn't have to shoot anyone Jo. Dean gets to his feet and follows having perfected the art of hovering without looking like he's being a mother hen. Sam got tired of outright hovering by the time he was twelve so Dean had to change something.]
I hope to Christ it's somewhere with a gag
[Yes this is muttered but it's also loud enough that Jo and even Chase can hear it]
i was feeling sick / i was losing my mind / heard about these treatments from a good friend of mineworksmartMarch 19 2010, 02:41:34 UTC
[Not the bunny girl. That was a turn up for the books. And that was Dean Winchester, Chase surmised as soon as the man opened his mouth. If not the one he'd known before, somebody doing a sterling impersonation. He kept the recognition to himself and raised an eyebrow in Dean's direction.]
No, but I can improvise if I have to.
[Jo, in contrast, gets a smile and an arm to guide her, Chase observing where she's carrying the tension as she moves.]
Exam room three, through here. I'm Doctor Chase, and you're [Just a little flipping through the file, past the notes the duty nurse made to indicate a difficult patient.] You were mauled? Seriously?
i was feeling sick / i was losing my mind / heard about these treatments from a good friend of minegotanotherplanMarch 19 2010, 03:13:37 UTC
[Jo shot a glare at Dean over her shoulder, about to make a comment about possibly gagging him with her fist, but then she was being lead by Dr. Dream-Boat and that meant it was time to put on a happy face again.
Until he asked about the mauling and, well, she guessed maybe it did sound a little insane when it was put down on paper so plainly.]
Um. Yeah. By a bear. [She didn't even have to look at Dean to know he was probably giving her some kind of look, and so she shook her head as if that erased the lie.] By a Hellhound. Which you probably haven't ever heard of, so, basically they're these big, invisible dogs that only come out to play when they need to drag some poor soul into Hell. By its teeth. Only I didn't have a debt to be paid, so it pretty much just tackled me, pinned me down, and took a big swipe at my side before it ran off. Which sounds really fortunate in the long run, skippin' out on the trip to Hell, but it actually really sucked.
[She hopped up on the exam table, not only because it was a convenient place to sit,
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Re: i was feeling sick / i was losing my mind / heard about these treatments from a good friend of mdude_imbatmanMarch 19 2010, 03:25:58 UTC
[Dean follows them in, leaning against the wall with his arms across his chest as he listens to Jo ramble. She's worried, concerned and in pain which is probably why she's rambling.]
i was feeling sick / i was losing my mind / heard about these treatments from a good friend of mworksmartMarch 19 2010, 03:49:49 UTC
[Chase is used to information overload, although there are parts of Jo's quickfire infoburst he finds himself simply nodding along to while he waits for the next bit that might make sense. By the time she's done, all he's achieved is he act of uncapping his pen and writing 'BY HELLHOUND' next to mauled.]
I--know what a Hellhound is. [He offers, and clarifies,] From stories.
[It's not an unusual reference point anymore. Half the people he considers friends he once considered fiction. Does make for a tricky medical history, however. He shuts the file and folds his arms.]
I'd like to examine you before I hand over my prescription pad and let you knock yourself out. Doctor protocol. If it's poison and your--Angel sealed the wounds without managing to clean them out you might need more than an aspirin.
i was feeling sick / i was losing my mind / heard about these treatments from a good friend of mgotanotherplanMarch 19 2010, 04:17:09 UTC
[Jo's head tips back a bit, because man she did not want to be looked over and told she was going to actually die from this or something, but she also didn't argue. She'd just take out her nerves on Dean later.]
Re: i was feeling sick / i was losing my mind / heard about these treatments from a good friend of mdude_imbatmanMarch 19 2010, 04:37:10 UTC
[Dean moves around the room to hover closer to the examine table. He doesn't really have anything to add. He just wants to be close for Jo to hit him/snark at him and basically just be there]
It's probably been four or five hours since Cas healed her.
i was feeling sick / i was losing my mind / heard about these treatments from a good friend of mworksmartMarch 19 2010, 05:25:36 UTC
Cas. [The observation is dubious but not sarcastic.] Not one of the better known Angels. You're all from the same place?
[He drops the pen and file down on the cart next to the exam table, slightly unsure about Dean coming in for a closer look.]
First I'll need you to undress, or at least uncover the areas causing you trouble. I can call in a female nurse, if you'd prefer.
[He can also remove Dean if she'd prefer, and a flick of his gaze between them communicates that. Doing physicals in front of a partner is always a little odd.]
i was feeling sick / i was losing my mind / heard about these treatments from a good friend of minegotanotherplanMarch 19 2010, 05:50:03 UTC
Yeah, same place. And Castiel might not be the most well-known but he's pretty friggin' awesome. [Jo's also kind of unsure about Dean being so close if she's gotta strip, and she's about to give Dr. Chase the nod to kick him out, but then of course her scars feel like flaring up again, and she's gripping the edge of the exam table before she can cry out. And when she does, it's probably the most unguarded whine of pain she's let out since she showed up in the City. No use holding back now that she was actually somewhere that it was okay to be in pain.
It took her a second, but she was eventually tugging up on her tee-shirt, leaning back a little once it was off so her torso was in plain sight.] Look. Nnng, the scars, they just- [She lays back when the pain gets to be too much, her hands moving to press against her eyes as she tries to stay still. The scars aren't open wounds, but they're dark red, almost looking burnt around the edges. Those jaggedly crisscross over her ribs, while the bigger mark below her ribcage kind of looks like
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Re: i was feeling sick / i was losing my mind / heard about these treatments from a good friend of mdude_imbatmanMarch 19 2010, 16:42:11 UTC
[Throwing Dean out would be perfectly reasonable but since he's in the room and Jo is making sounds that friggin' scare him, Dean moves even closer. He reaches over and grabs her hand, squeezing hard.]
Damn, Squirt. Those girl noises are outdoing Sammy's right now.
[Because insult//distract is the way this whole thing works. Really though? Dean looks worried. He looks up to Chase, watching the doctor work]
Castiel is the angel of Thursday, travelers and changes in life. The big ones you've heard of are assholes.
[Because he has to defend Castiel and blasphemy Heaven at the same time if possible.]
i was feeling sick / i was losing my mind / heard about these treatments from a good friend of mineworksmartMarch 19 2010, 18:48:06 UTC
[It's not just Dean who starts at the cry Jo lets out. Chase has been more than aware she's been holding back, but perhaps more than he'd thought. He edges his tongue along the seam of his lips, frowning at the extent of the damage to her abdomen. If the scars map out her actual injuries, she shouldn't have survived.]
Castiel sounds more familiar... These are verging on necrotic. You said this was five hours ago? And the marks are getting darker. Have they spread at all?
[He hasn't tried touching her yet, although he reaches for a pair of gloves from the dispenser as he goes to rifle through a cupboard.]
Can you tell me if you've got any allergies, Jo? Painkillers, anaesthetics...
i was feeling sick / i was losing my mind / heard about these treatments from a good friend of minegotanotherplanMarch 20 2010, 00:47:53 UTC
Haven't spread, no. The just hurt like a- they hurt. [Jo's talking through gritted teeth, and it's a little easier to distract herself by death-gripping Dean's hand, but tears are stinging in her eyes and the whole 'not going to cry' mindset is starting to crack. Before it was easier to just ignore the extent of the scratches in her side, but now that she's talked it through and was looking at them again, it added a whole new level of ouchthissucks.]
Nnn, no allergies. Please just make it stop-! [Which was really irrational of her to ask him, but well he was a doctor and damnit that's what doctors did. Sort of. The pain was starting to level off, but she didn't try sitting up yet, lest she make it hurt all over again.]
This doctor better not run any tests or ask a million questions or anything. I just wanna be in and out. Write me a drug ticket and let me go on my way. I can't-- [Aghh, heels dug into the thin carpet and her hands clenched into too-tight fists as another shill wave of pain hit her, and ( ... )
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Jesus Christ on a stick, I swear I'm gonna knock you unconscious again. Girl or not. He's probably going to ask questions. Answer them. With the truth.
[Why yes they do sound like small children but when the wave of pain hits her, Dean grabs her hand and squeezes hard not hard enough to break things but hard enough to divide her attention.] It's like Hell. They feed off your pain.
[He might be being sarcastic and dead pan but he does look up at the admitting desk.]
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One guy, green, looks like a gill-breather from some world where the evolution from fish didn't quite take. A familiar looking face (these days Chase is more used to seeing it with a rainbow mohawk, but he remembers at least two other versions with less colourful tendencies) and his -- girlfriend? Probably. She's the patient. Teeth tight to grit back the pain, and Chase thinks he remembers her from a dark arrival video on the network. And a little girl with bunny ears and a tissue pressed to her reddened nose. Yeah, that one will be his. He's still looking her way when he collects the next case from the duty nurse.]Ms... ( ... )
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... Did she really just think that? Dream Boat? Damn. She must've been really sick. That was it. Definitely.]
Where're we headed?
[It's okie!! No rush, I've been kinda ..reallyreally slow with tagging anyway, heh.]
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I hope to Christ it's somewhere with a gag
[Yes this is muttered but it's also loud enough that Jo and even Chase can hear it]
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No, but I can improvise if I have to.
[Jo, in contrast, gets a smile and an arm to guide her, Chase observing where she's carrying the tension as she moves.]
Exam room three, through here. I'm Doctor Chase, and you're [Just a little flipping through the file, past the notes the duty nurse made to indicate a difficult patient.] You were mauled? Seriously?
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Until he asked about the mauling and, well, she guessed maybe it did sound a little insane when it was put down on paper so plainly.]
Um. Yeah. By a bear. [She didn't even have to look at Dean to know he was probably giving her some kind of look, and so she shook her head as if that erased the lie.] By a Hellhound. Which you probably haven't ever heard of, so, basically they're these big, invisible dogs that only come out to play when they need to drag some poor soul into Hell. By its teeth. Only I didn't have a debt to be paid, so it pretty much just tackled me, pinned me down, and took a big swipe at my side before it ran off. Which sounds really fortunate in the long run, skippin' out on the trip to Hell, but it actually really sucked.
[She hopped up on the exam table, not only because it was a convenient place to sit, ( ... )
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I'm guessing some kind of poison on their claws.
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I--know what a Hellhound is. [He offers, and clarifies,] From stories.
[It's not an unusual reference point anymore. Half the people he considers friends he once considered fiction. Does make for a tricky medical history, however. He shuts the file and folds his arms.]
I'd like to examine you before I hand over my prescription pad and let you knock yourself out. Doctor protocol. If it's poison and your--Angel sealed the wounds without managing to clean them out you might need more than an aspirin.
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Alright. What's first?
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It's probably been four or five hours since Cas healed her.
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[He drops the pen and file down on the cart next to the exam table, slightly unsure about Dean coming in for a closer look.]
First I'll need you to undress, or at least uncover the areas causing you trouble. I can call in a female nurse, if you'd prefer.
[He can also remove Dean if she'd prefer, and a flick of his gaze between them communicates that. Doing physicals in front of a partner is always a little odd.]
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It took her a second, but she was eventually tugging up on her tee-shirt, leaning back a little once it was off so her torso was in plain sight.] Look. Nnng, the scars, they just- [She lays back when the pain gets to be too much, her hands moving to press against her eyes as she tries to stay still. The scars aren't open wounds, but they're dark red, almost looking burnt around the edges. Those jaggedly crisscross over her ribs, while the bigger mark below her ribcage kind of looks like ( ... )
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Damn, Squirt. Those girl noises are outdoing Sammy's right now.
[Because insult//distract is the way this whole thing works. Really though? Dean looks worried. He looks up to Chase, watching the doctor work]
Castiel is the angel of Thursday, travelers and changes in life. The big ones you've heard of are assholes.
[Because he has to defend Castiel and blasphemy Heaven at the same time if possible.]
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Castiel sounds more familiar... These are verging on necrotic. You said this was five hours ago? And the marks are getting darker. Have they spread at all?
[He hasn't tried touching her yet, although he reaches for a pair of gloves from the dispenser as he goes to rifle through a cupboard.]
Can you tell me if you've got any allergies, Jo? Painkillers, anaesthetics...
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Nnn, no allergies. Please just make it stop-! [Which was really irrational of her to ask him, but well he was a doctor and damnit that's what doctors did. Sort of. The pain was starting to level off, but she didn't try sitting up yet, lest she make it hurt all over again.]
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