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[bloody_awful]

A bloke walks into a bar.

...um... well.... no. A bloke staggers into a bar.

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[cutting_edgex23]

It's the scent that catches X's attention. Even under half a hundred other scents, X is not prone to missing the ones that belong to her friends.

Which is why she slips through the bar, footsteps quick and silent, and stops next to Constantine.

"John."

Beat.

"You are not okay."

It would be a question, but -- some things are obvious.

[bloody_awful]

John looks up at her. At first he seems not to recognize her at all, but he blinks slowly once or twice and then awareness seems to return.

"Am I really here?" he whispers?

[cutting_edgex23]

"Yes," X says, blank as ever except for the tiny frown line between her eyebrows. "You are in Milliways."

Then, carefully, she reaches out to pat his shoulder. If he will let her.

"I am here, too."

[bloody_awful]

John instinctively jerks away, but then settles down. He looks at her carefully, and carefully says, "I'm not crazy."

[likesthecoat]

Ianto is rolling up his sleeves in preparation for his shift behind the bar, when he sees the man slumped on the stool.

"Can I--" he begins, and then whispers, "Oh, John," and kneels in front of him.

[bloody_awful]

John stares blankly at Ianto for a moment, then slowly recognition dawns in his eyes. He lunges at Ianto and grabs his arm very tightly. Breathing heavily, he croaks, "I'm here. I'm here." He tries to grab Ianto's other arm, but flinches with pain. He has a big bandage tied around a gash in his upper left arm. Another one tied around his left hand. It has a big blood stain where his thumb used to be.

[likesthecoat]

"You're here," Ianto says, trying to keep John steady and taking in every detail with increasing concern. "Your hand--Christ, what happened to you? Let me get you to the infirmary."

[bloody_awful]

John looks at his hand as if he's just remembered he has it. "It had to come off," he says like it's the most natural thing in the world. "Gi'us a fag, yeah?"

[notabricklayer]

There was a man in Starfleet blues peaceably drinking a glass of bourbon at the Bar, who was contemplating whether he was going back to the ship tonight or not.

Now there's a man in Starfleet blues crouched next to John, and to be very honest, that man doesn't look particularly happy.

"Good God man, is there a reason you haven't gone to the infirmary, or a damned doctor on your side of the door, or has a concussion utterly scrambled your brains?" McCoy saves his good bedside manner for those that have earned it. Everyone else gets scolded.