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Feb 24, 2010 04:19

Who: McCoy and Meta Ten
Where: the infirmary, where else
When: tonight!
What: Everyone's flipping over Darvos and Meta Ten needs something. McCoy is summarily concerned, gruffly of course.
Warnings: none at the moment

It hadn't even been a calm enough week to say this shit storm had obviously been waiting for them around the corner. )

the doctor (meta crisis), leonard mccoy

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metacrisis_ten February 24 2010, 21:45:53 UTC
In his time on the Barge he had become quite easily identifiable. He carried himself differently than his Tenth incarnation, dressed differently, even in the measured cadence of speech -similar but not quite so- it was clear he thought differently as well.

Arriving at the infirmary, one could easily have mistaken him for Ten. Tension limned his frame as closely as the tailored lines of his suit, the latter of which he generally never wore as a whole anymore. It was armour to him, every pinstripe of it. The smile he affected was just that, an obvious affect he was straining to keep in check and one that fell when he followed after McCoy in silence.

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hyposprayed February 24 2010, 22:53:21 UTC
McCoy lead him to one of the few private rooms, closing the screen and turning to him with a raised brow.

"Alright kid, what's the problem here?" He asked. Nothing obviously seemed wrong with him, no gaping wounds or burning fever at least.

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metacrisis_ten February 24 2010, 23:10:40 UTC
The sound of the screen closing was oddly jarring to him, and he felt like a cat with its fur rubbed the wrong way.

"Death toll," he began, then frowned and started over. "The headaches I had from the death toll, after reviving -which to be honest is probably on par with the worst regeneration I've ever had-" The Doctor was rambling, skirting the issue entirely while he crossed his arms and directed most of his brooding attention to the floor.

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sorry for the delay! hyposprayed February 25 2010, 18:59:53 UTC
McCoy eyed him as he spoke, well, rambled, pulling the scanner out of his med pack as he walked over.

"Hold it there kid." He raised a hand in a gesture to cease the talking. "-and sit down." He gestured to the bed. "You've been getting headaches since the death toll? How long has it been and how frequent?" He said as he set up his scanner.

[ooc; what will McCoy's scanner pick up/what's wrong with him?]

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