( CLOSED ) dead end girl

[realimperfect]

WHO: Re-L Mayer & Bones
WHERE: MedBay Probably
WHEN: February 1st
WHAT: Re-L was injured in the course of the Oros Mission - decides to trust Bones enough to have him make sure she's not too messed up.
WARNINGS: Probably minor ones for language, maybe mentions of blood? Nothing too major either way I don't believe. Will update if needed.

The trek back from the mission hadn't at all been what she'd been expecting. Of course, nothing like that could ever go to plan, that much she had been aware of, but considering all that had followed... Let's just say she'd spent the entire ride back to the Eluvio in a constant, bitter as all hell, silence. The source of her bad mood came from much more than the fact that she was down an arm as soon as they heard about thermonuclear explosions along the planet's surface - explosions that had been allowed because they'd infiltrated and had taken down the guarding security structure. Her own world was much the same as Oros would now be - entirely uninhabitable with a select few sent to space to both escape and, maybe, one day reclaim their home planet.

She's been given express orders, multiple times, that she would not be included on the mission to bring back Trilk and Feks that wished to come along with them, and to seek out medical before her arm had time to get worse.

Bones receives a begrudging message on the morning that they are due to return to the Eluvio, crisp as usual:

I need you to look at this arm. It's already probably had too long without real medical attention, but it's better than nothing.

Her regular rate of healing means that the injury is already beginning to heal up, the early stages, but still much more than a regular human by her every estimation and just.. well, by observing how everyone else is healing up. There's a slight concern, as she boards the Enterprise, holding her side for lack of a proper sling, that it may have healed too much already when it shouldn't have, but she tries to push that thought back for now. There wasn't much time to think about all of that at the moment, not with everything else going on. 

The sooner that she could be back in action, the better. 

Bones comes in to view and she gives a rather stark nod hello - then straight to business. 

"I'm concerned this may have been left too long." 

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[legendary_hands]

"Notebooks?" He paused in his work and gave her a funny look. Of all the things, notebooks? It seemed well, ludicrous. Where he hated his own 'job' at least his made sense. Shaking his head in irritation, he got back on task and caught the tools he would need to get the debris out of her arm. "Is there a certain level of pain medication or local anesthesia you need for your metabolic rate?"

Looking over his shoulder, he nodded to the med kit with the hypospray in it. Once he had a good idea of her tolerance, he'd deaden the nerves around the wound so he could surgically remove what was caught up under the skin. "Best not to dig around blindly... that's what causes nerve damage if you don't know what your diggin' for."

Smirking just a little at her words, he looked at Jim. "See? She gets it." He smiled to take the edge off of that teasing remark before pulling out the anesthesia and loading it into the hypospray. "And doctors shouldn't 'play' with genetics." Pot meet kettle. He couldn't even look at Jim after saying that...

But not even hell in all it's fury could convince him that he'd been wrong in bringing Jim back. He'd flip 'em off in a heart beat for tryin'. But she didn't need to know that. Obviously he only 'played at God' when it came to Jim.

[winscenario]

"Guess I'm not the only one assigned to a ridiculous job, at least," Jim huffs and shakes his head. He knew that much already, though. He's been hearing and asking about other people's jobs since he got here, and honestly a few times he found himself actually glad for the one he got. With some of the options out there, he often thinks how lucky he is that he's just a bartender.

Not to mention that even on a part-time schedule he still gets some pretty decent tips. Guess being hot and friendly pays off, rather literally in this particular case. And since Jim's far from the kind to spend money needlessly, it means he's been saving up an ever growing amount of money on his account.

He loads up the hypospray for Bones and hands it over, raising his eyebrows at both the teasing remark and the claim about genetics that follows. Not that Bones played with genetics per se; strictly speaking he just gave Jim a blood transfusion that cleared the radiation from his system and saved him. The fact he was dead already when Bones did that was just a minor detail he was more than glad to overlook.

"Might not be such a good thing this time around, huh? But it's got to be handy when you get paper cuts."

[realimperfect]

"I know, right?" The face Bones makes seems to amuse her, at least, quirking the corner of her lips up for a moment before they fall back in to neutrality again. There's a moment's pause as she thinks about things to do with anesthesia and metabolic rates, trying to remember if Daedalus had ever spoken to her about those kinds of things. Really, every time she'd been injured that badly? Well, she'd woken up and everything had been taken care of. So there's a shake of her head 'no,' even though she's not really proud of that. "Not that I'm aware of. Most likely a little bit more than regular people. The last time anything major happened I woke up and then was spirited out of the dome just fine, so.."

That was an incident for possibly another time, because who the hell wants to talk about assassination right now? Not Re-L Mayer. "I know. But it's a little hard to do when you can see obvious bits of bone hanging out and you're on some alien planet with a bunch of people you don't even know." Though his comment about playing in genetics? That may get a bit of a genuine amusement.

"There was no helping it, really. If you can't procreate the normal way, someone has to step in. .. I don't know if the thought was to help me with paper cuts, but it definitely helped when it came to recovery.. what, 2 times? Before I left the dome for the last time."

[legendary_hands]

He noted that expression. His mind mentally catalogued it away in that file that told him that he wasn't entirely untrustworthy to her anymore. But then, if she had a doctor that liked to manipulate her and her genes, he understood her aversion to them. He'd just have to be ridiculously transparent. And play it by ear if her own knowledge of her body was any indicator of how he had to proceed.

Quickly going through the calculations of her metabolic rate the tricorder picked up, he came up with a dose and dialed it into the hypospray. He went lower to be on the safer side before leaning in to press it to her neck on the same side as the injured arm. "It's gonna sting, but only a second. The dermal layers of the skin in the arm should go numb. I'm gonna have to work fast if your body gets rid of the effects fast. I can't guarantee I'll get this perfect as I'm erring on the side of caution. You'll just have to tell me if it was too weak, too strong, or just enough for future reference."

With that warning, he injected the anesthesia and put the hypospray aside. Without a thought, he pulled Jim closer and placed the protoplaser, and some cleaning tools in his hands. Then he cleaned the skin, disinfecting it before he pulled out a surgical tool. He didn't like open surgery, even small scale, but sometimes it was unavoidable. Without looking at either of them, he followed the three dimensional display as he started to make an incision.

He removed the first fragment easily and rolled his eyes at her comment. "Sure. Cause digging in your own wound is a better idea if you're in your bedroom." Not that he didn't admit she was in the middle of a mission, but still.

The next fragment was removed quickly before he went for the final piece. Once it was also taken out he put the surgical tool down and grabbed the cleaning items from Jim. "Just get in for treatment as soon as you can so we can avoid reopening the wound like this in the future. Jim, set up the hypospray with a dose of antibiotics I listed out on the tricorder." Were the only words he murmured to the blonde as he took the protoplaser from him so he could start closing up the wound he'd made as well as mend any other tissue damage left from the initial wound.

[winscenario]

This is the part Jim can't help much with. He limits himself to handing Bones any tools he might need, then holding whatever he tells him to. He moves easily into the stance Bones needs him in, watching attentively and in complete silence as the doctor does his work with the same perfection and precision as ever.

His eye's still on Re-L, just in case. He's got a feeling she can handle pain just fine if the anaesthesia doesn't work as it should, but still it doesn't hurt to be ready to hold her down if she winces or pulls away. It'd make Bones's job that much harder, not to mention cause even more damage to her arm.

He eases up a little as Bones's work moves along smoothly, and once he starts cleaning and closing the wound, he nods and puts down the leftover tools before reaching for the hypospray, checking the tricorder and then loading up the listed antibiotics. He shoots Re-L a look while he does that, asking conversationally more than anything. "What's the dome? If you don't mind me asking."

[realimperfect]

At some point, Re-L ws going to have to learn how to trust a doctor - another doctor - whatever. That's not to say that if, somehow, Daedalus became revived and appeared on the Eluvio that sh wouldn't go to him when ill, but.. she may sneak in a visit to Bones, too. The fact that Daedalus had betrayed and stretched her trust had been a shock at the time, but, looking back on it she found it not to be all that shocking. The worst had been his creation of Real, and even now she wasn't particularly interested in thinking about that too long. McCoy explains what he's doing, and she gives a light nod, trying to maintain a certain level of calm despite how much she wasn't a fan of foreign instruments at her neck. "Understood. I'll let you know."

The effect of the hypospray spreads quickly, which is nice enough, though instead of watching what Bones is up to she closes her eyes, maintaining even keel breathing with a certain determination. "I can tell you it was the least enjoyable thing I've done in recent memory, but considering that I didn't know how long it would be until we were off planet I thought it best to at least remove the obvious bits." She pauses, for a moment, and then reports to Bones in a removed voice: "Maybe dial a little further up, next time. It's not incredibly painful but there's slight twinges."

Re-L's version of "slight twinges" is negligible, though, as she'd refuse to show it too much even if she felt every damn thing he did in stupid levels of pride.

It takes a moment for Jim's question to break through her concentration on her breathing, but once it does, she opens her eyes again to look over at him, as if it might seem too casual to just throw all of this out there for him without being able to gauge his expressions too. "My home, back in my world, was a domed city named Romdeau.. also referred to as 'The Cradle' from time to time. We lived in domes due to the Earth outside being a deadly, dusty, germ infested, nuclear wasteland. There used to be more cities than Romdeau but.. they were conquered or died off on their own."