dr_conscience | [ 72nd consult

[The device turns on accidentally - shocking, really - from inside the pocket of Wilson's lab coat. The rustling of the fabric might hint at that. Someone's speaking to him when it turns on, but, whoever it is, they're too far away for it to be clear. His response comes through more clearly, but with the audio quality you might expect from being in a pocket against his chest.]

Well, thank goodness for grazing. How many does that make now?

[The response isn't audible, of course, and he's off, parting ways from whoever he was speaking to and heading towards the patient. This is when he notices, while glancing down at the file, that the device has been activated. He removes it from his pocket. He mutters to himself -]

Of course it's on.

[And, now addressing the device, though he hasn't stopped walking -]

Sorry about that... Busy day. Nothing like a curse that simultaneously makes people cartoonishly anxious and uncoordinated, and compelled to carry a gun. If you're not cursed and you can help it, it's probably wisest to stay inside today.

[As he closes the feed, you can just hear him pulling the curtain aside as he goes to find his next patient.]

[ooc: Heading offline for the night shortly, so tags will likely be tomorrow. I adore backdating, though? So much. XD Also open to whatever! I'm just assuming an assortment of NPC Shy Ronnies that have been apprehended and subdued for treatment and holding until midnight and probably a few victims of people who shouldn't be using guns having guns. SO, if your character would have wound up at the hospital, I'm open to more patients, ahaha. >>]

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[ Okay, so he's not officially part of the staff yet, but that doesn't mean he can't make himself useful. And if part of making himself useful is not telling everyone that they are goddamn idiots, well, he'll try. ]

At least most of these went straight through.

[ No digging around for bullets, yaaay. ]

[Chase is sitting on the edge of one of the empty beds, in scrubs. He was caught in one of the bungled hold-ups, earlier, but thankfully he's still the one on call to perform surgery rather than being on the other side of the forceps.]

Stay inside when people are out there shooting each other? Does this place really need that warning?

I can second that sentiment.

[As someone who spent the day in the emergency room with a whole in his foot...]

[It helps if they can hold off on the goddamn idiots thing until after midnight... but Wilson's happy to have the backup, and to let McCoy get some hands-on time with their (lack of) technology.]

That, and I haven't seen any wounds close to anything vital. Our cursed assailants don't seem to be much for aim.

[He just gives Chase a slight incline of his head, arching his brows as he pulls one side of his mouth up in a humorless smirk.]

You'd be surprised. People have decided to go out in spite of much worse.

[ He's holding back, luckily; none of these people are Jim Kirk, which helps a great deal. The (lack of) technology, however, is not getting the same tender loving care -- there's no swearing at it, but he does grumble under his breath every once in a while. ]

Well, most of 'em are shooting themselves, not each other. [ Thank god. ]

Somehow, I didn't think I'd be alone in that.

[Of course, Wilson probably would have seen him at some point... even if his wasn't one of the feet he helped patch up. XD]

Doing better?

Yeah, I'm staying off it. The painkillers are helping.

[It's easy to overlook the grumbling when you expect it... he certainly knows that technology and medicine advances quickly enough that even things from a few decades ago seem archaic to him. Besides, Wilson is hardly one to be put off by grumpiness. He gives a small nod to the statement.]

Most of them. I've certainly seen worse come in to the ER during a curse - the worst part of this one is really that they're being driven into doing this to themselves.

[ "Archaic" is certainly one of the words he's been throwing around, along with "medieval", "barbaric", "dark ages", and "cavemen". He's careful to do it where patients can't hear, however. McCoy's bedside manner isn't always the best, but he's making an effort. ]

Psychological trauma. Must be a lot of it, around here.

That's a statement with a story behind it.

[Just like so any conversations he's had recently. There's always the feeling that something is going over his head.]

Think there's any point in me trying to catch up on what I've—[He wants to say missed.]—forgotten?

[He lets off a sound that's anything but a laugh, a silent expulsion of air to note his somewhat bitter agreement.]

Well. As resilient as most people here are - and, eventually, they all become so out of necessity... things do happen here that just shouldn't. It does stay with you.

[ There's a slight nod. ]

Starfleet's the same way. They give you the training to deal with it, and if you're medical, to help others deal with it... but some things don't heal as easily as a bullet hole in the foot.

[ And considering phasers can kill people in one shot, even if it isn't necessarily somewhere vital, if they're set high enough? Being shot might be preferable. ]

Several, really. But it's a basic idea in any world - nobody thinks anything will happen to them until it does.

[And that's all he says on that, not wanting to get into any of the stories he could tell. He moves on to pause at the question, weighing it for a few moments.]

That's hard to say... and I think it depends on what you're expecting to get out of it. Understanding the City is one thing, but the people you knew... [He lets that trail off; interpersonal relationships are more complicated, less meaningful without the actual memories. It's obvious, so he switches gears slightly.] Has anything come back to you?

[He releases a small breath, a sideways incline of his head to note agreement.]

And any kind of training can only go so far. There are things that nobody should have to deal with.

[He's been trying to be more optimistic about the City, but days like today and company like Bones don't really help. Still, exerting a bi of effort -]

For the most part, though, people here do look out for each other, support each other... which is something.

Good. As much potential as there was for disaster today, I don't think I saw anything too horrible. You should be healed up all right pretty quickly.

[ Things like watching an entire planet disappear in front of your eyes, yeah. He shoves that thought down, however, more than willing to talk about human nature instead. ]

It is. I doubt I'd have had people offerin' to bring me coats out of their closets back home.

Still can't say shooting myself in the foot was totally on my bucket list.

[That gets a soft laugh out of him. He's fine with leaving conversation abstract, too... general. Human nature is one of his favorite things to talk about - and the specifics of things that aren't supposed to happen in the City would be one of his least favorites.]

There's a sense of camaraderie with a lot of them. We've all been through the same thing, at one point, and then we go through things like the curses together. I can't say I'm a great fan of the City itself, but the people are a different matter. For the most part.

Yeah, it makes sense. It's nice to see when you're new here, though -- a lot better than being stranded where no one cares.

[ Tessa had said almost the same thing, and Bones can't help a slight quirk of his lips at the memory. ]

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