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Dr. Leonard "Bones" Horatio McCoy ([personal profile] legendary_hands) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs2017-06-17 06:24 pm

[Open] Apple a day... you get what I mean.


who: Dr. Leonard McCoy and Possibly you? (Open)
what: Catch him sleeping after work, or for lunch, or come up with your own idea to run into the doctor.
when: Either during or after the Butterfly Effect event. Just let me know when so I can adjust accordingly.
where: Riverview General/Anywhere he can get food/Your choice
warnings: Definitely ONE NSFW thread going on in here and bad language?


I. After Work
Working in a hospital is always a strange feeling to him now. Ever since he took that position as Chief Medical Officer that Jim offered him, his view of medical care had changed intensely. Now it felt even stranger in a lot of ways. The technology wasn’t the same. Not that it was the dark ages, but it certainly isn’t what he’s used to.

Which was why he didn’t leave immediately from his shift end. He sat with manuals on the medical technology and different available medicines spread out over the table so he could read. He pretty much took over a quieter break room, intent on staying out of the way and getting some work done. Between reviewing charts of patients and the books. It felt a whole lot like he was back in medical school again.

At some point though, he likely should’ve made a pot of coffee because he soon started to feel his eyelids get heavier. Right along with the feeling of heaviness that came with that impending feeling of falling asleep. He refused to give up just yet, though.

Which is likely why his head finally made contact with the book as he was out like a light.

II. Lunch Break

He forgot his lunch. Somewhere in the rush to get his shit together that morning, he left the apartment without his food. Which meant he had to make a run out to scrounge up something to eat. Something he just hated to do. It meant less healthy choices and more exercise later to make up for it. Not that he was against exercise. Just workin’ in a damn hospital also made it harder to keep a normal schedule as it was.

So there he was, standin’ on a sidewalk tryin’ to decide where he should go to find the lesser evil of fast food. Nothin’ seemed all that promisin’ however.

III. Wildcard! Start what you want with him.

Snarky doctor + Snarky patient = snark-off?

[personal profile] ex_this_ismydesign36 2017-06-17 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ooc: after the stabbing event, before the time warpness of this thread?" ]

Will sat quietly in the ER, with his injured wrist resting in his hand. Leaving the knife in place had resulted in the bleeding all but stopping, for the moment at least, which meant he was probably only middle of the pack in terms of priority.

The fact that he wasn't screaming, actively vomiting or otherwise threatening the nurse staff might put him a few rungs lower in fact.

Regardless, he sat patiently and waited for his name to be called.

He ... appreciates the lack of lab ratness, yes!

[personal profile] ex_this_ismydesign36 2017-06-19 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Will was sunk pretty deep into his own thoughts. He was turning over the puzzle that was Peter (Bucky) as well as having to sit and consider some of what had happened to him before he'd ended up tumbling through the portal.

There was a lot of self reflecting navel gazing that he was trying to outrun. Sitting in a hospital waiting room didn't allow for a lot of running.

When the doctor (lab coat noted) took a knee and interrupted his field of vision, Will was forced to yank himself back to this reality. He blinked a couple of times but then his lips twitched into a soft, tired smile and he actually chuckled softly.

"I think I'd only be in trouble if I tried yanking it out," he responded, though he made no quick movements with the arm. "Not my first knife wound," he explained. "But I've got to admit, it's starting to sting."

It was doing more than just sting and while Will could be as stupidly stoic as the next male, he was starting to feel a little queasy.

"Think we can do something about this, Dr ...." he peered at the coat, looking for a name tag but struggled to focus on the folds of white.

He gets a lot of mileage out of looking dejected!

[personal profile] ex_this_ismydesign36 2017-06-19 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Technically speaking the knife was through his wrist. Down close to the heel of his palm, it would prove to have politely slipped right between the delicate bones in that area, injuring mostly soft tissue and muscle. But still close enough to veins and arteries that McCoy may want some lap sponges at the ready.

The doctor's concern was met with a calm, almost resigned sort of serenity from the profiler. He appreciated that he had McCoy's full, professional attention, though he wasn't too worried about the situation.

"Will Graham," he offered his name without issue, and though he glanced at the offered hand, he shook his head gently and powered up to his feet on his own. This allowed him to keep his injured wrist cradled in his good hand, though when he swayed a little it was probably a good thing the doctor was close by.

The room settled and Will obediently set himself on course to follow McCoy's lead to the exam room. The way the profiler moved, continued to lend evidence to the theory that he was regretfully familiar with injuries. He was careful with his steps and walked his way over to the exam bed, getting himself up on it's surface without fuss or prompting.

"If you could, save the knife? I'd rather it's not destroyed." Here he offered a hopeful little smile, in an effort to ... well, get what he wanted and avoid too many questions, to be honest.

\o/

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winscenario: (thirty nine.)

i; post-event; will get nsfw

[personal profile] winscenario 2017-06-17 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim wouldn't say things were bad. But after that whole mess had happened, it would be a lie to say there wasn't at least some lingering tension, even after he went back to his usual self. While Bones didn't outright avoid him, he still felt a little more withdrawn. Jim was fine with giving him some space to deal with things in his own time, really, but after a few days of the doctor barely holding eye contact with him, he was pretty much ready to make things go back to normal himself.

To that effect, he took the opportunity of leaving the guard early to make his way over to the hospital, knowing that Bones would be there, putting in extra hours, as he had done the last few days. He asked around for him and managed to get directions to the break rooms easily enough, then he just made his way from door to door until he found the all too recognizable figure of the doctor, sitting on a chair and slumping forward over the table, his head resting on the book.

Biting back a chuckle, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, then practically tiptoed his way over to him in complete silence. The table was a mess, unsurprisingly, and Bones seemed to be fast asleep. Jim reached out, fingers brushing lightly across his temple and ear, smiling more to himself than anything. By the time his fingertips brushed the soft skin of the doctor's neck, the idea of waking him up by conventional means was all but gone from his mind.

He moved closer instead, and placing his free hand on the edge of the table for leverage, he leaned down. His fingers hooked on the back of Bones's collar and he tugged on the fabric just lightly, enough that he could dart his tongue out and lick slowly across the skin of his nape.
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[personal profile] winscenario 2017-06-20 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim wasn't quite expecting that reaction. Sure, he knew Bones had a pretty sensitive neck, but then again that was why he had pulled that stunt. He had expected to catch Bones off-guard, to shock him and get him to wake up abruptly, which was why he'd put a bit of distance between them, just in case Bones happened to sit up a little too quickly.

This was a nice surprise, though, and as Bones told him to do it again, he felt a soft rush of excitement roll down his spine. Sucking briefly at his own lower lip, he leaned back down again, moving slower and more purposefully now as he licked a stripe up Bones's nape, moving back down to nip at the skin. His teeth dragged across the flesh and lingered, lips latching onto it soon after.

He hummed, sliding his eyes closed. His fingertips drew across the skin just beneath Bones's collar, from the back and over his shoulder, trailing lightly across his collarbone. "I miss you."

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II. Hi Bones, welcome to a nightmare

[personal profile] realimperfect 2017-06-18 03:05 am (UTC)(link)

Bones isn't the only one after a spot of lunch. There's a dark haired young girl nearby after just about the same thing, tall for what she looks to be age wise, dark black hair tucked behind one ear. The light pink of her dress almost blends with her skin, so different from the typical dark uniform her adult self typically wore, her expressions much more relaxed. She paces the choices in this particular little store with her hands clasped behind her back, blue eyes looking over each option, what's included in them, skips on to the next -

Then land on the good doctor. She's much more friendly in this younger form but, maybe, she recognizes him slightly, too.

He'll probably recognize her despite that wispy little voice as she comes closer to the food case, and then asks, rather innocently -

"What is sushi?"
Edited 2017-06-18 03:06 (UTC)
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[personal profile] realimperfect 2017-06-21 12:08 am (UTC)(link)

For once she'll be less than eye level for Bones - though not by a whole lot. Compared to other kids her age she's a bit lanky, and her hair is definitely much longer than it was when he'd last seen her as an adult, but, hey, she's little now. She's used to having to have Donov Mayer wheeled after her, so this walking around without having to stop every so often or walk very slowly is actually kind of.. a relief. She's not yet learned not to talk to random adults, though, too used to her old home and the fact that, there...

Well, no one really would've tried to mess with her. Granted, she used to have Iggy, then, too.

He says the words 'raw fish' and her nose immediately scrunches in disgust, tongue sticking out slightly as she backs away from the case where she'd seen it, shaking her head in an insistent 'no' as he asks if she thinks it sounds good. She had but.. not any more.

"No. Never mind. Usually.. Iggy chooses my food for me, but.. he's not here... " Which seems to maybe not be the most ideal thing, for her. What's she to do without her autoreiv's guidance?

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I.

[personal profile] dancingmd 2017-06-18 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Right now, adjusting as Beverly is to everything else - from magical gifts to communal bunks - the hospital feels like the most familiar place to her. Patients and paperwork, she understands, so she ends up spending more time at the hospital than she really should. Even once her shift ends, she lingers, heading with a cup of watered down vending machine coffee and a book to one of the nearby break rooms, only to find it already occupied.

She sets her stuff down then gently taps the sleeping man's shoulder. Her voice is soft and uncertain as she says, "Hello?"
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[personal profile] dancingmd 2017-06-18 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
As soon as he lifts his head, Beverly smiles, her gaze turning soft with recognition. She knows that face, even though it's much younger, with fewer lines and wrinkles. "It's all right. We've all had those days."

She sits down across from him. "Dr. McCoy, right?"

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livingsymbol: ([S] I'd follow you anywhere.)

ii

[personal profile] livingsymbol 2017-06-18 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Steve is taking one of his safer runs through town. The ones that involve the actual sidewalk and hopping fences rather than leaping across rooftops and swinging over balconies. He's at a jog when he sees the man standing at the corner near the hospital, apparently unsure about which direction he wants to take. Steve slows as he gets closer, stopping a few feet away from the doctor.

"If you wait there too long, it might get away from you."
livingsymbol: ([S] I'll buy you a soda later.)

Someone needs to adopt him.

[personal profile] livingsymbol 2017-06-24 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
The way the doctor stares at him for a few moments, trying to make sense of what he says, reminds Steve of Clint or Hank after a long night. A look deep in thought, chasing some elusive answer (even if that answer is just how to get a slice of leftover pizza from the fridge without getting off of the couch) where Steve is like a foreign object entering his field of view. He grins when the man responds, taking his hand and shaking it with a firm grip.

"There's a nice place close to here that does have some good quick meals. You might have time for that."

He's been through the city enough that he's noticed a few details like that at least.
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II

[personal profile] greyjane 2017-06-21 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
And she, of course, is about to whisk briskly by him on the way to wherever it is she expends her time and energy (away from others, usually) when it registers who she'd passed.

She does a sort of about-face and steers her way back to him, and then reaches out to loop her arm in his. "Something amiss, my dear doctor?"

The camaraderie is light, affable. Shai enjoys his company well enough, and Kveth does she know the look of one lost when she sees it.
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not at all! also oh my god i only just realized i never hit this back my bad

[personal profile] greyjane 2017-07-03 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I'm a clandestine sort. Forever skulking about, bereft of all company." She's exaggerating, of course. She's simply busy, and hasn't had a chance to touch base. Part of it may well be that she's not terribly good at connecting to people on a personal level and so tends to avoid it, but it's not-- intentional, just incidental.

"I've been well enough, though. Not a peep of complaint out of me. What about you? How's the leg, and your dear captain?"