[For Danica]

[asher_talos]

Asher's patience was thinning. He stood on the dock, facing the boat and waiting for Onyx to jump down out of it. Going from steady ground to the boat was never any trouble for the dog, but disembark from it was always a completely different story. It was embarrassing, Onyx whimpering and whining, preparing to make a leap for it only to have the next wave roll in and then back out again, sweeping away any bit of courage he might have gathered.

After a few minutes of watching the pathetic display, Asher usually found that the best incentive to get him moving was usually to abandon him, to just start walking and leave Onyx to fend for himself. The whimpering inevitably got worse, but by the time Asher made it to the end of the dock, Onyx was usually galloping his way up right behind him.

This time wasn't any different.

"Idiot," he said on a breath, almost a little disappointed when there was no sound of a splash, just nails shuffling over the wooden planks of the dock. Then again, the last thing he wanted to be dealing with was the smell of wet dog.

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[sexualtourettes.livejournal.com]

Fitch could safely say that no, he really didn't understand. Or he could think it, at least, because he wasn't actually sure how safe it was to say it out loud. "I don't think anyone will crucify you for the fashion faux pas. It was bandages or open gashes completely exposed. I made a judgment call."

[vvdanicavv.livejournal.com]

"Your call blows." It was safe to say Danica would be taking them off herself as soon as she was out of his custody and she didn't hide the fact. She wasn't exactly sure about the nature of the damage, aside from the fact that it fucking hurt, so as long as he hadn't had to sew anything up she was fine with ignoring the specifics. Potential scarring never even crossed her mind.

"This where you do post mortems too?" If anybody was going to get suspicious after Asher offed the bastard in the woods, it was the doctor. If it got tricky, maybe she'd get her brother to deal with him too, just to be certain there were no complications.

[sexualtourettes.livejournal.com]

"You're alive. My calls can't be all that bad." Not this time anyway. He wasn't always a complete fuck up when it came to treating patients.

"Uh, I think those are done over in the compound clinic. I haven't have anyone die on my just yet so I could be wrong."

[vvdanicavv.livejournal.com]

"Poor you." Danica folded her hands tentatively in her lap, trying to cover up the wince. "You never know, tonight might be your lucky night." Because all doctors secretly want their patients to die and take their nuisance with them, Danica was sure. Of course, she wasn't talking about herself but only she really knew that. "I want something more for-" the pain?, "-my arms," she finished stubbornly, refusing to admit to any further discomfort.

[sexualtourettes.livejournal.com]

"Nah, I think we've got you a good block or two away from Death's Doorstep now. The only thing that could go wrong is your brother's blood not being a match, and he assured me it was." And with teeth like that, Fitch wasn't about to quiz the guy on what he did and didn't know about blood types. "How about a compromise? You lay back down and I'll consider upping the morphine." He wasn't sure if she'd go for it, but it was at least worth a shot.

[vvdanicavv.livejournal.com]

"How about a different compromise?" Danica offered, tilting her head to the side and looking up at the doctor. "You up the morphine and I won't rip out your throat when I get out of here. And we can live another day not knowing if you're a blood match too."

[sexualtourettes.livejournal.com]

Fitch frowned, not quite a pout, but it was dangerously close to being one. "Have you ever been told that you have a very strange way of showing gratitude?"

[vvdanicavv.livejournal.com]

Danica mocked his expression through imitation before her features slid back into impassivity. "Have you ever been told that you're a moron?" One that wasn't bad to look at though, so it wasn't all negative. "Because I think you might just be." It was a hunch and Danica's were nearly, almost, sometimes never wrong.

[sexualtourettes.livejournal.com]

Now he was pouting. Maybe she just verbally abused a bear and what he was looking at was the aftermath of that. If that's how things went down then Fitch definitely couldn't blame the bear... He also wasn't going to answer her question.

Instead, he gave in, adjusting her morphine dosage just slightly and scribbling the changes down on her chart. "Satisfied?"

[vvdanicavv.livejournal.com]

Danica laid back down of her own accord, not to satisfy him but herself. She closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see any hint of a smug expression on his face.

"Not remotely." But it would do for now, at least until Asher returned with the good news.