WHO: Finn and Rory WHAT: Granddad is dying, Finn needs help. WHERE: Castle Point Junkyard WHEN: Early March 2019 RATING: tbd STATUS: In progress
Finn Tango had met the doctor once before, when he'd heard there was a legitimate medic living inside the polished marble halls of the library. He'd gone to her and listed out his ancient grandfather's symptoms and she'd in turn advised him with things like 'keep his legs elevated', and 'try to limit processed foods with lots of sodium' - though what the hell wasn't processed in this wasteland of a world where there wasn't a fresh bit of food to be had for anything? And Finn knew, because he would have given anything to get it if it existed.
But that was back when Granddad just had swollen ankles and got tired easily, and now… well now the old man couldn't lay flat in bed, sounded like he was drowning in his own lungs, and complained of abdominal pain and nausea when once he'd accidentally shot a nail gun through his hand without more than a howl and a curse.
It was four in the morning when Finn appeared at the Library looking like nothing so much as a crackling storm of a person, dark hair all over, scruffier in the face than usual, and absolutely harrowed behind his black eyes. He'd demanded she tell him what he could do, how he could fix it, like his grandfather was a machine and there was something he could tweak to make it right. There was desperation there if you knew him well enough, but mostly it sounded like frustrated anger, the kind that lashed without holding back.
And she'd come, she'd come with him clear across town after finding a babysitter, but it did nothing to ease Finn's mind and he paced while she examined his grandfather, while she gave him something for pain, and then while she told Finn there wasn't much that she could do aside from keeping him comfortable.
"How can there be nothing?" he ground out. "You need a machine to fix him? I'll build it. There can't be nothing."