nothing is perfect, but your imperfections are quaint

[diomedea]

Who: AN ENTIRE BLOODSPORT AND ANY VISITORS
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: On the Bloodsport!
When: 6/14-6/21

[WELCOME TO THE BLOODSPORT HICCUP don't mind the crew. They're. Uhh. Unique.

Enjoy your pudding! What's the crew up to this week?]

Comments

[pompous_today]

[Simon was taken by surprise by Jinx coming into his medbay; however, he recovered quickly and was soon washing his hands and preparing to treat her wound, shaking his head.]

Had a run-in with a bug?

[wordmiser]

[A shrug, followed by a small wince. Bad choice there Jinx.]

...A few.

[Leaning on one hand, she watches him put together patch-up tools from under her lashes. She supposed this meant it was time to determine just what kind of doc he would be. For her, at least.

That little girl had been great, though. Two seconds and no more pain. he probably couldn't do that.]

[pompous_today]

Well, they are everywhere. Let me take a look at that cut.

[Simon began cleaning off the wound as he examined it, checking to see if she would need stitches or not.]

It doesn't look like it is infected, thankfully. It may need stitches, though- if that's okay.

[wordmiser]

[She gives a long-suffering sigh, but doesn't disagree to the stitches.

She even manages to hold still. And she only phases once. She really doesn't like getting hurt or the patching up process. Pain had been her first trigger for unwanted-phasing. the Boss Man had helped break her of most of that.

God she was hungry, though.]

Snack?

[You got any, doc man? Food always helped her stay still under ministrations!]

[pompous_today]

[Simon was glad that Jinx managed to keep so still during the procedure- dealing with a squirmy or uncooperative patient made things harder on the both of them.

He smiled at her question, looking into her face as he dressed the freshly-stitched wound.]

Not on me, I'm afraid- you'd have to go to the kitchen. How does your wound feel now? Any pain or numbness?

[wordmiser]

[A siiiiiigh of absolute desolation is his answer. No snacks? No lollipops for good patients? No nothing?

That wasn't fair at all. She was gonna have to fix it. What self respecting doctor doesn't have sweets?

She gives him a disappointed look and a head shake. She thought better of you, Doc. So much better.

She does hop down off the table and give her arm a gentle stretch to check it.]

[pompous_today]

[Simon smiled apologetically in return and shrugged as he took a look at his work, nodding approvingly.]

I was a trauma surgeon back home- meaning that I treated emergency patients only- so I never got into the habit of keeping treats or rewards of any sort around. Most of the time patients were unconscious until they woke up in recovery, so they did not miss it.

[wordmiser]

[She huffs at him.

No excuses. Nothing excuses lack of treats.

She flips a hand at him in thanks, though. neat work he did there. The bits of twisting and examining showed her glimpses of clean lines.]

[pompous_today]

You're welcome. [Simon grinned.] I'll try to change my habits for next time. Since I'm a doctor of all trades now... and was for a bit before coming here, anyway.

[wordmiser]

[She narrows her eyes and pinches her lips in mock threat.

He'd better. Candy was srs bsns dude.

She might even shake her finger at him on the way out, but if he told anyone she'd teased him that way they wouldn't believe him anyway.]

[pompous_today]

[Simon simply laughed and shook his head as she left. Again, he was reminded of River- not that he'd tell either one of them that.]