Who: Bruce Banner and Newt (also open to Liz Evans and Thomas) What: Giving Newt a medical exam Where: The Clinic When: Saturday night after this and this. Warnings: probably references to violence and illness Status: Closed/Ongoing
Even after nearly three years, Bruce had terrible memories of the plague that swept the town and even knocked him out. It took a lot to take down the Hulk and he'd been convinced that he couldn't get sick because of it which ended up biting him in the ass. The clinic staff quickly put protocols in place in case they ever had someone else show up with a potentially contagious disease and Bruce hoped they would never have to use them.
When he got the alert on his phone that there was a message, he sighed. So much for never needing to use those protocols. He responded immediately and changed into clothes that he didn't care about sacrificing if they got contaminated. It didn't take him long to get to the clinic and he oversaw getting the quarantine area set up while he waited for Thomas to arrive with his patient.
As soon as they got there, he ushered them into the clean room. "Hi, I'm Dr. Banner and I'm going to examine you now," he said, his tone as soothing as possible to calm the young man. "What's your name?"