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[alwaystheguv]

Who: Sam and Gene
When: Tuesday
Where: Their room
Summary: Wing stuff and the like. Sam and Gene find their own ways to cope with the crazy.
Rating: PG-13-ish
Warnings: None!

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[hydeforareason]

Having witnessed two days if horrific video on the subject, all that Sam knew was that he was not at all a fan of what was happening. And what he knew would happen to them both. "We 'ave to call that doctor."

Yes. Sam had seen the feed. He knew that the doctor had run out of pain killers. But Gene was likely drunk enough for it not to matter much. Good.

"I'm callin' 'im. Watson."

[alwaystheguv]

"Naw, we don't need a doctor, we're fine," Gene slurred, mostly because he was beyond drunk right now. He'd been medicating since sunday and all he was pretty out of it. And yet he still felt the pain. How was that even fair? Groaning, he rolled onto his stomach and gave Sam a small frown.

"We don't need help from Jack, we'll be fine."

Now watch Gene struggle to try and get into a sitting position.

[doctorsoldier]

Too bad for Gene. Sam didn't care if he was told no or not. Ten minutes passed before the good doctor sauntered in, small black wings protruding from his back. They're cherubic. Rather cute. Not that black wings happened to be cute. Or all that angelic.

"Hello. Doctor Watson. Both of you, hm? Who'd like to go first?"

Sam immediately pointed to the prone man on the floor and John knelt to prepare himself.

"I'll need your shirt off."

[alwaystheguv]

"I told you we didn't need a Doctor, I'm a strong bloke. Don't need Jack fiddlin' with my back," Gene ranted as he finally managed to sit upright. He did, how ever, clumsily yank free his shirt, cursing a blue streak as he did so. Oh yeah, wasn't he a shining lovely person?

Tossing his shirt vaguely in Sams direction, he gave the doctor a baffled look.

"What? You gonna do what exactly?"

Gene didn't need some poncy doctors help. He was Gene bloody Hunt, he didn't need help with some hybrid mutant thing growing out of his back.