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[simon_doctor]

Simon Tam's in the infirmary, on his regular check of the inventory and the news.

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[walksthebounds]

"Ah - you'd be the doctor, right?" says Jamie, with a small and rather idiotic-looking 'hi! I am a patient!' wave.

[simon_doctor]

He glances up, and almost immediately sets down his clipboard and starts forward.

"Yes. Can I help you?"

[walksthebounds]

Jamie looks rather embarrassed. Also, woozy.

Actually, sitting down is sounding like a marvelous idea! Jamie takes advantage of the end of the nearest bed to do so.

"Well, I hope so," he says, and pulls up his sleeve.

[simon_doctor]

His gaze focuses on the infected wound.

"I can probably help you with that, yes," he says (and it's his doctor voice, calm and calming). "How long ago were you injured?"

[walksthebounds]

"Thanks," says Jamie, who recognizes a calming voice perfectly well for what it is, but doesn't have much mind to object at the moment.

"Two or three days ago - it was in another world, so I can't tell you the time to the minute."

Now that he's sitting, Jamie's got the leisure to remember all over that is arm is hurting like mad. He goes on talking not to think about it. "The time difference is awful queer. You might not reckon it, but it's actually awfully important to the universe that I not die. I don't know how much the universe cares about me keeping the arm, but that'd suit me fine."

[simon_doctor]

He's moving about while Jamie's talking, washing his hands, pulling on sterile gloves, collecting a few items.

"I'm going to ask you to take off your shirt, if you can."

[walksthebounds]

"Think I can manage that -"

Jamie uses his good arm to tug his loose tunic over his head, not bothering to control his wincing. This fellow's a doctor. It's probably of more benefit to look pitiful than to try for stoic.

"Anywhere I should throw it? I don't envy whoever's got the job of doing the infirmary laundry, that's got to turn up some nasty items -"

Under his clothes, Jamie looks like an ordinary if slightly undernourished teenager. Other than the obvious, he's got no scars on his body at all.

[simon_doctor]

"Leave it at the foot of the bed, for the moment."

First step: clean and drain the wound, while checking for signs of systemic infection.

"What can you tell me about how you were injured?" he asks, while applying disinfectant.

[walksthebounds]

"I - ow, that stuff bloody stings - I accidentally stuck my arm in a trap that I think was meant for a sort of giant raccoon, which was a fool thing to do, I know, but in my defense, what kind of mad world has - [unprintable things in Vietnamese!] - purple as the universal color for danger? I ask you!"

[walksthebounds]

Jamie's been given all the treatment he's going to get, and is now sitting in bed, looking rather ruefully at his arm. Then he turns his attention to X.

"So - ah - I'd appreciate it if you didn't spread this story about. Not that you're much of a gossip, I just . . . thought I'd mention."

In other words: DON'T TELL JORIS OR HELEN.

[cutting_edgex23]

X stays silent, studying Jamie carefully.

Then --

"Okay."

Beat.

"Why?"

[walksthebounds]

Jamie shudders, and leans back.

"Let me put it this way - it's not infection I'm worried about dying of, it's Helen's shouting. I'd be lucky to have ears when she was done! And then there'd be a repeat of it every time I dropped by - 'run into any raccoon traps lately, Jamie?' No thanks!"

[cutting_edgex23]

"Maybe you would be more careful," X offers.

"So she would not yell at you again."

Is --

Maybe X is joking?

[walksthebounds]

"Look who's so clever!" grumbles Jamie.

"You'd not be so calm if it was your magical healing whatsis that disappeared. How long has it been since you had to think about bandaging?"

[cutting_edgex23]

X tilts her head a little, studying Jamie a little more closely at that.

Then --

"You are not afraid?"

[walksthebounds]

Jamie blinks, and looks at her a minute - and then pulls a face and glances away.

"Now you mention it . . ."

It hadn't quite sunk in, perhaps, until now.

"Lucky for me I'm not much of a brawler, I reckon. Running away from danger's still looking like a grand option."

[cutting_edgex23]

X shifts position to take her own seat on Jamie's bed.

Carefully.

"You are good at it."

Beat.

"It will be okay."

[will_scarlett]

Will has brought Jamie a basket with helpful things for recovering in it like chocolate and a bottle of something vaguely alcoholic,

"Right, so ye're na dead, good. Now tell me 'gain 'ow ye got into that trap?"

[walksthebounds]

"I like not being dead," Jamie says, eyeing the chocolate and the bottle covetously.

"It deserves celebration, I reckon. And there's not much to tell, really -"

He looks back up at Will, and grins, rather sheepishly. "It really was just me being a fool, and not looking where I leapt."

[will_scarlett]

"Should do that, na all women think scars are 'ttractive."

[walksthebounds]

"Not to mention, they bloody hurt," agrees Jamie.

"Trust me, I'm not terribly fond of pain -"

He flashes a grin. "And the girls probably don't start paying attention to scars unless they come on a gentleman with a few more inches on him."

That growth spurt can come any day now!

[will_scarlett]

Will ruffles Jamie's hair,

"Sure willna be too much longer for ye."

[walksthebounds]

Jamie makes a terrible fearsome face at Will!

- okay, he wrinkles his nose and sticks out his tongue. SAME DIFFERENCE.

"If there's any justice, I'll get a nice ten inches more and come back and lord it over you, and it'll all be worth it."

[will_scarlett]

"Oh aye, sure ye will. Drink yer rum."

[walksthebounds]

"You needn't tell me twice."

Jamie grabs for the rum and downs it, with fairly impressive speed - Jamie isn't much of a drinker, on the whole.