He said, "You can go sleep at home tonight

[makes_asteroids]

Who: makes_asteroids and doeswhathewants
When: Wednesday, 30th November, 2011
Where: NCC Clinic
Summary: Serrure wants a check up.
Warnings: Weird Marvel biology?

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[doeswhathewants]

He enters with the hood of his sweatshirt up, hands stuffed into the kangaroo pocket in front, shoulders hunched slightly forward. There's something pulled in about his posture, defensive.

"You're the doctor?" Tone polite, inevitable.

It's something silly. Something mundane. If he tells himself this enough, if he doesn't allow himself to think anything different, then it has to be true. He will bend the universe to his will to make it true. Because the alternative is a yawning black pit filled with potentials he's seen in bad television shows about purgatory with an overdramatic revelation that the cast has been dead the whole time.

[makes_asteroids]

"I am yes. Can I help you?" Erik looks up, toying with a pen.

He recognized the boy from the Network, he said he was from Paris, right? He was sure of that. He couldn't remember anything else about the boy, has his NV on stand by to pull up Network posts.

Ugggh was not logged in and did not see that I'd already commented D: oops

[doeswhathewants]

"I've got no pulse," He said flatly, narrowed green eyes fairly glowing under the shadow of his hood. Serrure almost took a step back as the doctor looked up and he saw those red sclerae, but caught himself, surprise showing only in the widening of his eyes. After a pause, he continued, wasn't the weirdest thing he'd seen, after all.

"Maybe it happened here- or maybe my roommate was wrong or this is, you know, some weird medical condition. Stress related or- well that's why I'm here. Because you're a doctor."

Fast talk to cover nerves. He was used to taking care of himself, used to handling his business.