driftfleet | the first Actual Doctor is a reindeer

Who: Chopper (

tsundeere)
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: Hospitality Deck of the Marsiva!
When: 2/19

[After a tiny hoof smashes onto the starting button of this stationed device, the entire fleet can enjoy a blank footage of the Marsiva's hospitality deck. At least, for a few seconds. Shortly after, there's the tip of a blue, rounded hat and some antlers that show as Chopper jumps up and down to get a better grip.

Between noises of effort, his little voice might be heard.]

Come... on...! I'm almost... THERE! [Somehow, his hooves clamp onto the edge of the thing, and those antlers bring a tough face to follow! Okay, no, he's a tiny reindeer that almost looks like a Tanuki, but details. He's looking very determined as he stares down this camera, at least.]

Can anyone hear me? This is Chopper speaking! [There's no actual snail phones around here, so... Somehow he's able to recognize what this is for. He's not thinking on why for very long.] I don't really know where this place is, but I need to get back to my friends! They could be hurt!

[There's a small, contemplative and mumbley hum as he continues, bringing a hoof to his mouth as he considers.] But I guess any of you could be hurt, too... [That's worrying, all of a sudden. He looks concerned, and then determined, clenching his... hoof?? (how) at the camera.] If you are, don't worry! I'm a doctor, so I can help you out. Just let me know where you are!

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[ She smiles back, a little weakly. ]

Well... I do have scars.

[ She reaches up unconsciously to touch the worst of them, the exit wound from where Black Mask shot her, on her shoulder just to the left of her collar bone. She'd spent some time in the bathroom after she got here, checking herself over, counting the scars... She gave up before long, feeling queasy and dizzy, and has spent most of her time since trying not to think about it. ]

But they don't hurt! At least, I don't think so. I haven't had a chance to work out, so I guess they might pull in weird ways when I'm moving, but so far it's fine...

You do? Wait, I can't heal them, but I should take a look, just in case!

[He's jumping up and down now in his worry, both hooves in the air.]

Otherwise, they could get worse or be hiding more problems!

[ She hesitates for a moment, glancing around the room. No one's paying any particular attention to them, but that doesn't mean she wants to strip down in front of everyone. ]

I... Okay, but can we do it in the bathroom? They're kind of... under my shirt, mostly.

[Makes sense. He nods in understanding. The girls on his crew always have him check in private, too, so he doesn't mind!]

Okay! Hm... Do you know which way one is?

[ She nods and slides off the cot. ]

Thanks. It's over here...

[ She leads the way, turning around and shutting the door once Chopper's inside. It's not a huge space, but as small as he is, at least it's not any more crowded than usual. ]

Do you need a boost up so you can stand on the sink, or...?

Yes, please!

[He holds up his arms like a child waiting to be lifted up. He could probably find a way to jump up there, but this is just easier... And if she was going to offer, well.]

How were you injured? How recently was it?

[ She lifts him up and sets him carefully on the sink, making sure he's balanced before she starts undressing, pulling her costume down to her waist. There are a few more new scars below that, mostly on her thighs, but she's already standing here in her bra - she's not stripping down to her underwear.

And the scars that are visible, even half-dressed, are... extensive: a mostly circular, ragged-edged scar on her left shoulder (exit wound); a thick three-inch-long stab wound on her right (broken glass); a collection of thin, clean cuts on her upper arms and down her sides (scalpel); a row of evenly-spaced circular holes right down her sternum (power drill). There are older scars here and there, much more faded, but those are nothing - close calls in combat, accidents in training, honest injuries she doesn't have to be ashamed of. These are something else. She bites her lip and fights the impulse to fold her arms over her chest to try to hide the worst of it. ]

I was, um... [ Tortured. Steph ducks her head, choking on the word. ] This guy wanted some information from me, so...

[ She shrugs. ]

Anyway. It happened the night before I showed up here on the ship.

[Upon seeing them, Chopper goes completely quiet. His expression is serious, and there's no more cute side comments or joking around. This is his work, and he's very serious about it, after all-- she was hurt so badly? By who?

He's angry just thinking about it.]

What a horrible person... Is it alright if I clean these off and take a closer look? I want to be sure they're healing properly.

[ She takes a breath and leans against the sink, hands braced against the edge of it to bring herself closer to Chopper so he can reach the scars. ]

Yeah, go ahead. Like I said, they're... They don't hurt? I don't know if the bones have healed, but it feels okay so far.

It looks like they should be fine, but they're something that should definitely be looked at! Did someone treat you for these?

[And if so, who, he means. But he's going to shuffle around here for a bit. Let's say he's somehow found enough supplies here to clean them off a bit more, at least, and take a look.]

[ Steph holds as still as she can for him to clean and inspect her scars, eyes focused on the ceiling instead of his hands (hooves?) or her body. Looking at the scars makes her a little queasy. ]

I was in the hospital before I got here? But not for long, and I wasn't really... I don't know how much they did, besides stopping the bleeding.

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