Simon Tam (![]() ![]() @ 2012-03-10 19:00:00 |
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It's not as bad as it looks had been Jaime's opening statement when she stepped into the car where he was killing time reorganizing the shelves. She'd been escorted in by Sirius, and Simon wasn't sure either of them believed the girl's statement. After she'd shoo'd out the protesting wizard, she'd set about stripping with the air of someone who'd been badly injured on enough occasions that undressing for the doctor was a commonplace occurrence. Maybe it hadn't been as bad as it looked, but it had still been bad. Simon had kept her attention by chatting with her, asking questions about the injury while he cleaned it up and then stitched it up. Out of sheer morbid curiosity, he'd asked her if this happened often, and she'd replied frankly that she had a very dangerous job at home -- but this had just been her being stupid. He'd been a little surprised by the admission, if only because he wasn't used to people simply accepting sometimes they were stupid and hurt themselves in the process. Once he'd gotten her cleaned up and taken care of, he'd give her some of the painkillers they'd liberated from New York and sent her off on her way. He'd thought about trying to keep her in the infirmary (well, dining car, but he preferred to think of it as what he'd tried to make it instead of what it used to be), but she'd seemed coherent and stable enough to wander down the car to her own room. And it would probably be better for her to be somewhere quiet. All the same, he thought he'd drop a word to Meredith and Watson to try to keep an eye on her if they saw her; she struck him as the sort to be a little reckless and a little defiant of doctor's orders. Once she was gone though, he set about cleaning up the area. There had been a lot of blood, really, and it had splattered. Plus, there was the mess he'd made in the process of cleaning her up. He tossed the bloody things into the canister they were using for that sort of thing before dropping the scraps of paper into the regular trash. Shaking his head slightly, Simon retreated to the shelves again to continue his current method of distraction. |