(One had to be careful when they start searching for answers. The ones they find, or stumble across, might not be what they want or were looking for
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The footsteps that approached the woman on the floor were slow, cocky in a way for this was his kingdom. A world of darkness and distruction that he ruled with the aid of his young apprentice Paul.
"Vell, vell," the old crooked man spoke once he stopped a couple of steps away from the bleeding girl. "I see that I has a new patient for surely someone who is bleeding should aquire...a doctor's aid?"
Ohhing softly he tsked a little in a mocking sense before he spoke again. "And so horrible a wound to. You vould be highly unwise or stupid to deny such...aid."
Malcolm is moving fast, letting his years of training (and, unfortunately, the great amount of practice he's had since arriving here) take over.
"We're not losing her, Will. Not tonight."
Malcolm has an IV prepped in no time, then turns to Kate, checking her vital signs.
He's not showing it, but he doesn't like what he sees.
"Kate?" he says softly as he quickly checks her eyes and pulse. "Can you hear me? It's Dr. Crowe, Kate. I'm here with Will now, and you're safe in the infirmary. Can you understand what I'm saying?"
Malcolm's voice is calm and steady as he works, trying to give Kate another lifeline, another reassuring voice to hang on to.
Medusa had heard the shout (half the bar heard the shout for help), and despite all misgivings about getting back to her right time, she had padded behind them. She knew them, after all. Will Scarlet and his Kate and Doctor Malcolm Crowe...
"I can heal her," she says quietly, voice the same as their Medusa's but the accent posh and British colonial. Nice deep purple skirt, black halter top and nice, nice glasses...No, not their Medusa in rough tunics at all.
Kate was just focusing on Will now, barely aware of Malcolm or Medusa arriving. Forcing her eyes to remain focused on him and alert as she can. Everything seemed so quiet and distant.
Medusa walks forward, quickly but without panic. Keeping her eyes on Kate, the Gorgon unsheathes the claws on her left hand and slashes her right palm. Her blood wells up, bright red, and just as quickly and smoothly as she does everything else, Medusa presses her bleeding palm against the wound in Kate's side.
Healing hurts, it should be said, but it's over quickly.
Malcolm is very glad he's spent the last couple of weeks reading Ovid and other sources. He still wasn't quite expecting this, but he had a rough idea what Medusa was likely to do.
He has to suppress a twitch at the sight of Medusa mixing blood with Kate, though. Anyone from Earth, 1999, can't help but feel an instinctual horror at the sight of it.
But this was no ordinary blood. And while he can see the pain Kate is feeling, as a doctor, Malcolm can also see the immediate effect it has.
Quietly, he puts his hand on Medusa's other arm and gives it a very slight squeeze of thanks.
The Gorgon blood dripped on the open wound. If she had been more aware, she likely would have been worried. Before everything was cloudy, quiet, almost like she was drifting away.
And now she felt like she got yanked back from wherever she was drifting to, her senses clearing and sharpening. Painfully so. She gasped as severed tissue, blood, and skin all knitted back together in a matter of moments. Itching and burning in her stomach, and on her leg, and her hand suddenly tightened hard on Will's hand.
She was breathing better, and there was more color and warmth returning to her face.
Medusa had gone stiff when Malcolm touched her (despite everything and all that time, people randomly touching her is never going to feel fine), but hadn't moved. Not until Kate's cheeks were no longer quite so pale.
A quick smile, and she steps back. The other puncture has healed, a beat after the main one, and now she just has to wait for the slash in her own palm to fade.
It was, which is why she wasn't going to make any motions to get up yet for a while. Just adjusting to being healed again. She wondered if this was anything like how it was for those who do have regenerative powers.
"Thank you both, Medusa, Dr. Crowe. If you ever need help with anything at all, just let me know, and I'll come running."
She then glanced at Will again, and gave his hand a squeeze back.
"Vell, vell," the old crooked man spoke once he stopped a couple of steps away from the bleeding girl. "I see that I has a new patient for surely someone who is bleeding should aquire...a doctor's aid?"
Ohhing softly he tsked a little in a mocking sense before he spoke again. "And so horrible a wound to. You vould be highly unwise or stupid to deny such...aid."
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"We're not losing her, Will. Not tonight."
Malcolm has an IV prepped in no time, then turns to Kate, checking her vital signs.
He's not showing it, but he doesn't like what he sees.
"Kate?" he says softly as he quickly checks her eyes and pulse. "Can you hear me? It's Dr. Crowe, Kate. I'm here with Will now, and you're safe in the infirmary. Can you understand what I'm saying?"
Malcolm's voice is calm and steady as he works, trying to give Kate another lifeline, another reassuring voice to hang on to.
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She tried to nod, and swallow. She whispered, trying to meet their eyes, "Have to stay awake."
Can't be that bad, not dying. Just a bad wound. Patriot got one worse than this. Right?
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His hand is resting on her forehead so Malcolm can work, but he's not leaving her side for a moment,
"Look, Dr. Crowe is carin' for ye, couldna ask for better an ye're strong an will be well."
There's a crack of fear in his voice but Will keeps going, not letting his voice or gaze fail.
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"I can heal her," she says quietly, voice the same as their Medusa's but the accent posh and British colonial. Nice deep purple skirt, black halter top and nice, nice glasses...No, not their Medusa in rough tunics at all.
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Hard to miss those wings either. But all that can wait.
"Medusa," Malcolm nods abruptly. "Anything you can do."
Malcolm shifts a bit to let her come up to the bedside, but he keeps doing what he can to halt the blood loss.
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"Aye, love, yer blue eyes are lovely, clear days ahead. An we'll ride under green boughs an just live for a time, na more wars, just us."
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Healing hurts, it should be said, but it's over quickly.
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He has to suppress a twitch at the sight of Medusa mixing blood with Kate, though. Anyone from Earth, 1999, can't help but feel an instinctual horror at the sight of it.
But this was no ordinary blood. And while he can see the pain Kate is feeling, as a doctor, Malcolm can also see the immediate effect it has.
Quietly, he puts his hand on Medusa's other arm and gives it a very slight squeeze of thanks.
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And now she felt like she got yanked back from wherever she was drifting to, her senses clearing and sharpening. Painfully so. She gasped as severed tissue, blood, and skin all knitted back together in a matter of moments. Itching and burning in her stomach, and on her leg, and her hand suddenly tightened hard on Will's hand.
She was breathing better, and there was more color and warmth returning to her face.
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"Medusa's made ye better, love, just breathe an 'eal. I'll be 'ere beside ye."
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A quick smile, and she steps back. The other puncture has healed, a beat after the main one, and now she just has to wait for the slash in her own palm to fade.
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He leans over Kate slightly, to check her color and the progress of the healing.
"Will's right, Kate," he says gently. "Looks like you've got some friends in high places."
In its own way, the healing is abrupt enough to be a kind of shock to Kate's system, but her body seems to be coping with it well.
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"Thank you both, Medusa, Dr. Crowe. If you ever need help with anything at all, just let me know, and I'll come running."
She then glanced at Will again, and gave his hand a squeeze back.
"I love you," she whispered to him.
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"Thank ye both. We'll find who's 'urtin' souls some'ow."
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