drake wallace ; dean winchester (likedillinger) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-03-14 20:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | belle, dean winchester |
Who: Drake and Athena
What: A precautionary checkup.
Where: Athena's office.
When: Saturday afternoon.
Warnings: None.
Drake wasn’t a huge fan of doctors. It was probably something he’d picked up from his dad that could be traced back to his childhood, a stubborn belief that he could take care of his own problems without outside help. Even back in Musings when the injuries were bad he took care of it himself, digging bullets out of his shoulder or sewing up knife wounds, and on the odd occasion he did seek assistance it was never from licensed medical professionals. A rash was hardly the worst thing he’d had happen to him, but it was the way it was inflicted him that unsettled him. He didn’t know the full range of the Kappa’s ability - what if she’d poisoned him? What if the rash spread and his arm needed to be amputated?
It wasn’t a stretch to say he had one hell of an imagination when he tried, and Drake didn’t want that bitch to have the satisfaction of causing him some kind of lasting damage. There were angry red welts all over the back of his hand like some kind of spiderweb, and by the time he stopped by Athena’s office in late afternoon he didn’t think it had gotten any worse - but what did he know?
He approached the front desk and grinned at the secretary, giving his name and informing her that Dr. Henderson (Athena seemed a little casual) should have been expecting him.