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Coppers trained in martial arts especially know exactly where to hit.

But, fine. If he can't verbally sling insults, Travis decides to just flip Gene a V and goes back to holding the gauze to his head.

Gene rolls his eyes, as though he's totally above that sort of thing (despite...not being. At all.)

'Look, there's nothin' bloody wrong with it. Nothin' a fag won' sort, anyway. I've had worse fallin' over the curb on a Saturday night.'

"It looks like you've got away with a soft tissue injury." Guppy says. "Nevertheless, you're going to need to be extremely careful with it. RICE. Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation. I'm going to bind it up, and you need to be on crutches a couple of days.

Ignore this advice at your own peril."

He gets a wrapped ice pack and puts it on Gene's knee.

"Right, let's have a look at your face. You're going to need stitches if you won't let me use the skin fuser on it. Otherwise you're going to have a big scar that you can't explain at home."

'Stitches?'

He touches his fingers to his cheekbone, and winces. He's about to say 'it's not that bad' again but then is pulled up short by the mention of a scar back home he can't explain.

He makes no mention of the crutches though. He will ignore the statement and assume it will go away.

"Do you want stitches or skin fusion?" Guppy asks. "Skin fusion is better cosmetically, but you seem unkeen on future technology."

'You keep your bloody machines away from me.'

Skin fusion doesn' sound the same as that scanner thing he had before but he's taking no chances. There's something about it that made his skin crawl. He won't contemplate it near him, ever.

"Okay, I'm going to give you a local anaesthetic. This'll sting a bit, then it'll go numb."

Guppy injects local anaesthetic around the wound. He's not going to try and scan Gene until last, since he suggests that'll be a source of conflict.

In the meantime, he goes over to Travis.

"Right, let's see how you're doing." he says. "Where are you injured other than your face?"

Travis shrugs oddly and removes the gauze so Guppy can see the gash on his head from the ashtray.

Dirty-fighting bastard. Who hits someone with an ashtray?

His back is probably showing a bit of bruising as well, from when Gene tackled him into a table, but he doesn't really care about that so much.

"You're going to need stitches or skin fusion as well. And a scan. Any preferences?"

He shrugs. He's not really sure what the difference is, and as long as he doesn't have to wind up shaving his head, he'll be happy.

"The skin fuser basically grows the skin back." Guppy says. "It'll be tender for a few days, but it won't leave a mark."

"YEAH, ALL RIGHT," he says quietly. He still sounds like a duck, but hopefully Gene can't hear it from all the way over here.

Guppy gets the skin fuser, instructs Travis to keep still, and fuses the wound back together.

He then gives Travis a general check over. He can see signs that there may be internal damage, so he gets the scanner out.

"This is a non-radiation scanner. Keep nice and still while I check you for internal damage, okay?"

He's not entirely sure about all this, but he'd rather like to think that he's annoying Gene by cooperating.

"WHAT IS IT?" Travis asks cautiously. He can't help but laughing slightly at the Donald Duck thing he has going. It is sort of funny, he realises.

"Future technology." Guppy says. "It's actually safer than any scanner from our time on Earth."

He shrugs dismissively. Yeah, all right. Seems all right.

If it hurts, he'll just tell Guppy to sod off.

"You won't feel anything, but keep still."

Guppy runs the scanner over him.

He won't find much. Just some bruising on his back, which look just as bad as the bruising and cuts on his face.

Travis sighs deeply as he waits for all this to finish, and idly wonders if he'd be able to get a drink back here.

"Okay. You don't seem to have done any severe internal damage, but you've got quite a lot of bruising. Because of the head injury, I would recommend that you stay in overnight, and lay off the booze tonight."

Well, that's no fun.

"I ONLY HAD ONE PINT," Travis protests.

"You'll probably be okay, but don't have any more. You could exacerbate the bleeding and make any head injury that's too small to show up on the scan worse."

Yes Gene, Guppy will be saying this to you in a few minutes.

Travis snorts, and then coughs slightly.

Fine.

"GET SOME TEA, AT LEAST?" Travis tries. At least tea is something to drink.

"Yes, either Aesclepius or Work Experience Waitrat will get you some." Guppy says. "And reading material."

He gets his stethoscope to double check Travis's chest.

He jumps at the cold of it.

"I GOT HIT IN THE FACE. NOT THE CHEST," Travis says.

"Then why is your back bruised?"