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Tweak says, "I'm taking a chance on love."

Bianca Kensington (backoff_bitches) wrote in lineof_fire_rpg,
@ 2008-02-28 12:17:00

Who: Bianca & Matt
What: Matt got hurt, again. Bianca fixes him up.
Where: Sacred Heart Clinic
When: Around 11pm
Rating: PG-13 prolly
Open? Nope! log

	Matt: Matt watched his heavy breath creating white puffs in his wake as he made his way down the empty street. Snow flurries swirled around him, as if he didn't already know how cold it was. Tugging his leather jacket tighter around his body, he winced when his arm throbbed in protest. A split lip and pounding headache didn't help the situation any. Matty was prone to getting into fights, but he'd tried to be better about it since taking over for Patrick. Tonight had been a bit of an exception, when the guy at the liquor store decided he was too good to pay his debt to the Connelly family for the protection they so well provided. Matt had attempted to talk to the guy, but when the guy began to swing, all diplomacy fell by the wayside. The other guy had gotten in a few good pops, but Matty had bested him, earning himself a dislocated shoulder, bruised and bloody face, and the five hundred dollars all in one swoop. Grabbing a bottle of Jäger on his way out, he spit a bloody bit into the snow and shuddered both in pain and cold. Checking his watch, he knew Andrew was well at home with his girlfriend and baby. He didn't want to go to the hospital when he couldn't just go in and out without questions. So instead he made his way toward Beacon street, where it was darker, save for the few glowing lights illuminating the street. He inhaled sharply when his shoulder lurched a little, causing another searing pain to shoot through him. He'd known of a clinic rumored to stay open late, and not ask any questions when it came to the possibly shifty patients. It wasn't long until Matty came up to a place with "SACRED HEART" etched on the side of the building. Sighing in relief as he saw a dim light inside, he tried the door, finding it open. He walked inside, grateful for the relief from the cold. "Hello?" He called into the otherwise quiet waiting room.
	Bianca: Bianca was accustomed to staying late, even on the weekends. She was usually the last one out of the office anyway, but weekends tended to be a bit...busier. At least late at night. One of the nurses had invited her to go out to the nearest bar for a few drinks, but Bianca had simply shaken her head, said she had a bit of work to finish up, and wished them a happy weekend. It was all she ever did, and she suspected that the others asked her out with them out of courtesy, nothing more. Truth be told, she preferred keeping herself at a distance from her co-workers. Bianca was always friendly, but never one who entirely felt comfortable in the big crowd of people. That probably came from little interaction with people outside of her close knit little circle of friends back in New York. Now it was almost midnight, and she was about ready to close up. Having made a point to stay open so late, just in case, she had settled back in her office, doing paperwork from the day and getting her files in order for the weekend. Saturdays and Sundays the clinic was closed, save for the fact she had her pager and was on call for those few who knew how to get in touch with her. Hearing the bell on the front door, she glanced up from her papers, her glasses perched on her nose as her brow furrowed. She twisted her wrist to look down at the face of her watch before she carefully made her way toward the front. Her eyes fell on a man taller than herself, handsome, but hidden behind lacerations covering his face. Her keen eyes saw the way he favored his shoulder, and it didn't take a top surgeon to figure out what had happened. "Can I help you?" She asked after clearing her throat, keeping a safe distance, should he be the type to feign injury to take advantage of a good samaritan.
	Matt: Matt was relieved to find that the person who greeted him was not some seedy guy who hadn't washed his hands in a month. "Hey." He said, attempting to give the red head a smile, but finding it came out more like a wince. He kept his distance, knowing that she probably had a tazer or an emergency call button or something if he stepped out of line. "As you can well see..." He said, trying to peel off his jacket, but abruptly stopping when he felt a sharp searing pain shoot through him. "Okay, not smart to do that...I think I dislocated my shoulder, and it hurts like a bitch." He said, shooting her a look and holding up his hand. "Sorry." His brow furrowed a little at himself. Since when did he apologize for his tendency to swear like a sailor? Shaking his head, he took a tentative step toward the doctor. "You think you can fix me up?" His tone was a little weaker than he would have liked, as the pain going through him at that moment was excruciating. At least with a bullet wound, it was there, and yeah it hurt, but that was usually the worst of it. This, just felt like his muscles and ligaments were twisting in protest every millisecond.
	Bianca: A slightly sympathetic wince crossed her face when he made a sound of pain and she nodded. "I think I can handle that." She said, a small smile twisting her lips. She really saw no harm in the guy, and it wasn't like she was completely defenseless. She was quite a lot tougher than she looked. "Come on back, and don't tug on it, you'll make it worse." She half scolded as she stepped aside to allow him to walk through to the back. She glanced toward the front door as if she expected someone else to walk through it, but it was more of a precaution, just to be sure this guy wasn't coming in with his gang or whatever. He had a sweet look about him, maybe a little cocky in the way he looked around like he owned the damn streets, but sweet in that 'up to no good kid' kind of way. She flipped on the light for one of the exam rooms to show him in.
	Matt: "I appreciate it." He said as he moved toward her, his hazel eyes giving an appreciative sweep of her as he did so. He couldn't help that the doctor was hot, but he was in far too much pain to make any sort of pass at her. "Sorry." He mumbled when she scolded him for tugging at his arm. Making his way through the back, he looked around, checking out the surroundings of the place. Matty always hated hospitals, no offense to his cousin who worked in one, but he just didn't like the smell of them, the feel, anything. This place felt much more comfortable, and it smelled more like flowers than disinfectant. Walking past her, he glanced into the room she'd motioned to before he walked in. Looking around, he examined the room he was in, his eyes immediately finding a second door which he assumed led to another part of the office. It was just his nature to find all exits and entrances right away when he was in a new place. "About how long is this going to take?" He asked as he attempted to maneuver himself to sit up on the exam table there.
	Bianca: Following him into the exam room, she busied herself with pulling her stethoscope from a peg on the wall and sliding on some latex gloves. "Why, got a hot date or something?" She asked, quirking a brow at him as she walked over toward him. She helped him to pull his jacket carefully from his body, one arm at a time before she motioned for him to take his shirt off. Glancing toward the clock, she made a mental note of how long she should be alone with him. She was surprisingly not skittish, but rather just cautious as always. From the look of this guy, he'd gotten a few good punches in himself. He sat with an air of importance to him, but as far as Bianca reacted, she wasn't impressed. She was in charge in this room.
	Matt: Matt watched her carefully as she moved toward him, his hazel eyes not all that discreetly gliding along her form, the way her clothes hugged her curves beneath her white coat. He glanced back up when she spoke, a little bit of a crooked smile curving his lips. "Not yet." He said, his brow mirroring her perched look before he began to struggle out of his shirt. A sharp hiss of a sound came from him when the action tugged at his shirt. "Afraid you're going to have to get your hands dirty with me, sorry." He said, that grin returning, though slightly pained. He really seemed incapable of turning off his flirtatious nature, even in the presence of a medical professional.
	Bianca: Bianca's eyes narrowed a bit when she caught that gleam in her patient's eye. She was in no mood, and didn't appreciate being looked at like a piece of meat just waiting to be ravished. Keeping her thoughts to herself, she simply offered a tight smile and moved to the chest with the supplies neatly packed away. She grabbed a pair of scissors before returning to him. "Hold still." She instructed, not waiting for his response before she pulled out the hem of his shirt and cut it off of him. No use worrying about further injury just to save his t-shirt. "You think you'll tell me your name, or should I keep referring to you as 'sir'?" She asked, quirking her brow at him as she spoke. She was not amused in the slightest by his charm, or the way he seemed to try and get her into flirting with him. She was his doctor, and something about him made her want to smack him upside the head like she would a brother. The thought itself almost made her laugh. She'd only assume that's how siblings acted with one another.
	Matt: Matty nearly felt like a kid who had been caught with his hand deep inside the cookie jar with the way she looked at him. A slow smirk graced his face as he leaned back on his good arm, ready to make a quip about her getting him to take his clothes off. Instead he just watched the scissors as she cut off his shirt and shook his head. "Good thing that wasn't a favorite." He muttered, now easily peeling off the last bit of the plain white shirt he'd worn under his jacket tonight. "I'm Matt." He said plainly, glancing over to the lapel of her white jacket and reading Dr. B. Kensington. He smiled slightly, though the pain in his shoulder was now more constant than it had been. No more adrenaline coursing through his veins to keep his mind off of the pain. "So I think it's only fair I know your first name, Doctor." He said, trying to catch her eyes despite the uninterested vibes he got from her.
	Bianca: Bianca nearly rolled her eyes at his cocky nature, but kept her professional attitude about her. She approached him, her hands reaching out to gently probe at his shoulder, searching for a break or the pulled point. Her touch was soft, as she didn't want to hurt him more than necessary. Her eyes fell to a raised scar a little lower than his shoulder, one that from her medical training easily told her had come from a gunshot wound. She began to notice more and more scars similar to it along his body, and while curiosity began to creep up in her mind, she ignored it. It wasn't her place. She shot him a look at his inquisition, one that told him without words to watch it. "Bianca." She said, just as plainly as he had told her his name. "We'll need to get you an X-RAY before I can treat your shoulder. Follow me." She said, taking a step back so he could slide off the table. She waited for him before leading him down the hallway to the X-RAY room, which was severely less impressive as the one at Boston Medical Center. Still, while the clinic was small in comparison and didn't have everything the hospital did, it served its purpose, and hell, it made her happy. "You'll have to stand still." She instructed, not entirely sure if the man in front of her was actually capable of that.
	Matt: Having never been to keen on doctors, save of course, for his cousin, Matt had avoided hospitals at all costs. Having a clinic in downtown Boston was just the lesser of two evils, so far as he was concerned. "Bianca..." He said, letting her name roll off his lips as he eyed her. "It suits you I guess." He said, shrugging a little before he had time to realize such an action would cause him excruciating pain. He hissed and grabbed at his arm, as if holding it in place would make it stop. He sighed a little and obliged her order, sliding down off of the table and following her through the quiet hallways. He'd definitely have to remember this place, not just because of the obviously discreet surroundings, but the other simple fact that the medical staff here was severely better looking than the one at BMC. "I can stand still." He said, his voice edged as if what she'd said had actually hurt his feelings. He flashed her a wide smile before he stepped into the X-RAY room. Glancing around, he did his best to stand still as she put the lead jacket on him and took the X-RAY of his shoulder. Aside from a few fidgets here and there, he had managed to stay very still for the most part. He waited for the beeping to stop before he glanced back toward wherever Bianca had gone during the "photoshoot". "You done?" He said, beginning to grow a little antsy at getting out of there. Not that he wasn't enjoying the company, but he'd rather have her out for a pint after getting his shoulder to stop hurting than spend all night here.
	Bianca: Efficient as ever, Bianca only took a couple of X-RAYs of his arm, making sure to get it at a couple of different angles to rule out a fracture. The very last thing she needed was a malpractice suit. "Yep, all set, come on back." She answered his impatience with professional kindness, nodding for him to exit the room. After taking off the drape carefully from his frame and hanging it up, she ushered him back to the exam room she had first led him to. "I'll just be a few minutes." She said to him before she left him alone in the room. Walking back to the X-RAY room, she waited patiently for the film to come out. It had seemed since she'd begun her own clinic, and been able to distance herself from everything that seemed to want to drag her under (again), she had managed to gain an amazing talent for patience. She no longer tapped her feet when she waited for something, or found something mundane or time consuming just to keep her mind off of things. Instead, she seemed to have been able to keep herself from sinking back into the depression she'd once felt so strongly in her. It had been almost a year, and enough time had passed that she had to get over it. That of course, was much easier said than done. When the X-RAYS finally came out, she studied them carefully before she headed back into the exam room to find her patient. "Good news is there's no break. Bad news is you do have a pretty severe dislocation. And as much as I'd love to sugar coat it for you, I'm not that kind of a doctor." She said, giving him an apologetic smile. "It'll hurt like hell until I pop it back in, which isn't that pleasant either. I'll go ahead and numb you up as best as I can, and we'll get started." She gave a definitive nod, not waiting for his answer before she began to prepare the things she would need.
	Matt: Whistling some old Irish drinking song to pass the time and get his mind off of the pain in his arm, he had waited impatiently for her return. Instead of sitting quietly on the exam table, Matt had wandered about the room, peering into whatever cabinets were open and opening jars of gauze and tongue depressors. Careful not to actually touch anything, he had finally resigned to sitting back where he was supposed to, and waiting for the hot redheaded doctor to come back. Maybe if she managed to get him out of here without passing out or throwing up from the pain, he'd offer to buy her a drink. Hey, he was only human. Glancing up when Bianca returned to show him his X-RAYS, he sighed a little and nodded. "Yeah, I guess I'll take what I can get." He muttered, flexing his good arm a little as he squeezed his fingers together. "I have a pretty high tolerance for pain..." He said, but felt the blood drain from his face when she took out her tray of needles and medication. "Uh...I'll be honest, I'm not too crazy about needles." He said, hating the way his voice sounded, but not entirely able to help it. He sighed, shaking his head a little and looking away from her. "Just tell me when you're done."
	Bianca: Bianca stopped what she was doing mid step as she returned her attention to him. The way his voice wavered when he mentioned needles was almost adorable, and she would have thought so if a laugh hadn't erupted from her first. She covered her mouth in attempt to stop it, but it had come out before she could stop it. "I'm sorry." She said, pursing her lips tightly together to suppress her smile. She shook her head a little and cleared her throat. "Just, you give off this 'big tough guy' attitude, and you seem to try so hard at it...I wouldn't have expected you to be so squeamish around one measly little needle." Now she was just teasing him, and made her point by lifting up the very one she'd be using. She smiled again, this one softer than the teasing one that had previously occupied her face. "I promise, it won't hurt." She said, catching his eye for a moment before she stepped toward him. Her fingers moved to press gently to his shoulder before she stuck the needle carefully into his skin in a manner she'd learned years ago that allowed for the least amount of discomfort. "All set." She said, replacing the needle with a cotton ball. "It'll take just a few minutes to get you feeling the effects, then we'll finish up."
	Matt: Matt kept his eyes squeezed shut as he gave her a nod. "Yeah yeah, well, don't tell anyone alright? I have a reputation to protect." He said, not entirely kidding either. He winced a little when he felt her fingers, but cleared his throat and tried to relax, not wanting to give her more of a reason to mock him. He stayed very still as she moved about him, and his eyes cautiously opened when she announced she was done. "Really?" He said, watching her as she trashed the needle. "You've got the magic touch, huh? I'll have to remember to come to you for all my shots from now on." He said, smirking a little as he tried to relax and let the medication flow through him. Now that the needle was done, the worst was over for him, even though it was clear that wasn't the most painful part. He didn't much mind the rest, especially if it meant the sexy doctor had to get closer to him. Be good, Connelly. He scolded himself, a little surprised at the pang of shame and guilt that hit him at thinking about this one particular doctor outside of the hospital. He shook it off and smiled at her. "Ready when you are."
	Bianca: Bianca gave him a small smile and shrugged. "I learned from the best." There was the slightest lilt of a sadness to her voice, but she recovered from it well enough. She picked up a long piece of fabric from the cabinet and unwound it before she approached Matt again, wrapping it carefully around his shoulder in the right position. "Alright, hold still." She said, testing it by winding her fingers around the fabric. "I need you to hold onto my forearm, right here." She said, pointing with one wrapped up finger until he obliged. "Don't resist against me, okay? I know what I'm doing." She said, giving him a reassuring smile before she gave herself leverage against the table. She tugged a little bit, just anchoring herself there. "Okay, don't forget to breathe." She said before wrenching her arms toward her, and with it pulling his arm hard. One hand of hers deftly moved to grab onto his bicep and with a push, she heard the snap of his arm locking back into joint.
	Matt: It didn't take a genius for Matt to pick up on such slight things as unhappiness. Hell, Matt saw it in himself and in his brothers enough to recognize it from miles away. Still, he thought it best not to pry, especially to bring it up with not only someone he just met, but someone who held his comfort in her hands. Moving very carefully per her instructions, he gripped her arm and allowed her to tug on him. He grit his teeth together, not wanting to bite his tongue off if it hurt or anything. He gave her a nod when she more or less announced she was about to start, and took a deep breath. See? Matt could follow instructions well enough. He hollered out a loud shout when she began to pull at his arm, and wondered just how badly it would have hurt if she hadn't dosed him with pain medication first. "Fuck me sideways!" He cried out, his hand flying up to grip his arm when she pulled away. He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed again, shaking his head a little as he touched his flushed skin. "I take back that whole magical touch thing I said earlier." He said, scowling a bit though he mostly meant it in good humor. "Son of a bitch, that hurt like shit." He grumbled, no longer caring about keeping his tongue at bay in front of a lady. "You done now?"
	Bianca: Bianca let out a harsh breath as she stepped back, smirking just a little bit at the way he cried out. Ah, the things people said when they were in extreme pain. "Yeah well, I warned you." She said, giving him a pointed look as he took out an ace bandage. She stepped toward him and wrapped up his shoulder, trying to keep him still and his hands away from touching his shoulder. "Almost done, I promise." She said, shooting him a smile as she finished up with his arm. "Hold your arm just like that." She said, molding it into an L shape and retreating to the cabinet. There she pulled out a green scrub top and a sling. "It's cold out." Bianca said, handing him the shirt. "Put that on and I'll get this on you." She said, waiting for him to quit his whining and do as she asked.
	Matt: Still breathing a little harder than normal, Matt took the shirt with less gratitude than he probably should have. He was still milking the whole pain thing for all it was worth, and made a point of showing that as he pulled on the green top. "Not really my color." He finally joked, but gave her that charming smile of his again. "Thanks for the shirt." He said, brushing his hand over it. Maybe in another life he would have been a doctor. Unlikely, but maybe. He watched her as she walked about, and still couldn't shake that feeling that he knew her from somewhere. He would never, ever live it down if she turned out to be one of those one-night-stands that he barely remembered. Something in his gut told him that wasn't it, as he surely would remember a fiery redhead like Bianca. "What do I owe you?" He asked, waiting for her to put on his sling while he dug into his pocket with his good hand, hoping to fish out some cash.
	Bianca: "Green looks just fine on you." She said, smiling in good humor as his demeanor seemed to shift back to what she had come to enjoy previously. She approached him again, this time fitting his arm into the sling before she secured it around his neck. She let her hands drop to her sides before she examined her work. "I can bill it to you." She said, never liking to calculate in front of a patient if she could help it. She nodded toward the sling he wore before meeting his eyes again. "Keep that on. You'll be tender for at least a week, but if you ever are in actual pain, come right back in and see me. And do yourself a favor and try and stay away from fighting or exerting yourself. You don't want to strain your shoulder any further." She said, her brow narrowing a little as she spoke as if she were talking to a child.
	Matt: Matt gave her a grin at her comment about the color of the shirt, but said nothing else. Truth be told the pain had drained him a little, and he didn't want to run the risk of coming off as a complete and total idiot. "Sure, sure." He said, nodding a little as he flexed out his fingers, not at all liking the restraint of the sling, but accepting it nonetheless. Matty had gotten good about listening to doctor's instruction. He slid down off the table and pulled out his wallet. Pulling out a card from the Firecracker, he glanced her way. "Got a pen?" He asked her, now finally a bit ready to leave her company. At least what he had in mind would allow him to see her again, maybe.
	Bianca: Bianca shook her head and chuckled at his casual tone. "Sure." She repeated, then taking out a pen from her pocket and handing it to him. "Don't you give me a fake address." She said, smirking a little as she folded her arms across her chest. She had quiet enjoyed her "time" with Matt, though it was more amusing to her than anything else. Most patients who came in here were not so entertaining, and she wouldn't mind seeing him again. By the looks of his 'battle scars', it wouldn't take that long before he was in need of her services again.
	Matt: He laughed a little at her comment and shook his head. "Damn, there goes plan A." He said, winking at her once before he wrote his personal cell phone number on the back of it. He picked up the card and handed it to Bianca, along with her pen back. "Here you go. I live above there so, why don't you just bring me the bill yourself, I'll buy you a pint." He said, smiling at her. "Consider it the very Irish way to thank you for your hospitality." He reached over and picked up his jacket, sticking his good arm into the sleeve and draping the rest of it around his arm. "I'll warn you now, I don't take 'no' for an answer."
	Bianca: Bianca was anything but charmed by Matt's antics. Amused might be a better word for it, but she smiled at him nonetheless. "Alright then. You can buy me a drink after you write the check." She countered, perching a brow at him as she took the card. CONNELLY seemed to be the word that jumped out at her, and only then did she realize she had in front of her one of the infamous rumored-mobsters of Boston. Still, she didn't feel fear or intimidation as he redressed, instead more of an anticlimactic feeling. She had in her head this picture of the four brothers, all dark and handsome with guns blazing, menacing though wise with years of experience. She smiled a little to herself, shaking the image from her head. Clearly, she had not been prepared for a flirtatious, cocky one to show her there was little to fear, at least on the surface anyway. "You're good to go, Mr. Connelly." She said, turning away from him to toss her gloves into the trash can.
	Matt: "Good, it's a deal then." He said, smiling as he took a step toward the door. He tipped his head toward her in a bit of nod, taking another step to distance himself. "Thank you, doctor." He said, his tone edged with sarcasm at the professional words she seemed intent on using. He smirked a little and adjusted his coat before raising his hand in a final wave before he walked back down the hall and outside the building back into the cold night.