Montgomery Scott is a miracle worker (warp_speed) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-04-01 02:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, faiza hussain (excalibur), gaila, montgomery scott |
"It's probably just..allergies."
Who: Scotty, Gaila, Faiza
What: The log in which someone has a (soon to be recurring) dream-flashback to the big bridge brawl, tech journals suddenly look rudimentary, where someone else turns green, and a fine freak out happens between two people and a doctor.
When: Today.
Where: Mad Monty's
Rating: PG13, language
Status: Complete
Porthos hopped into Scotty's bed and crawled onto his chest, staring down at him.
He had been having the weirdest dream. Kirk was there, and there was a pointy-eared fellow that Kirk had been picking a fight with, and he really didn't want to get into the middle of it, since he had the sneaking suspicion he was already in a ton of trouble. For what? He wasn't sure. But he was sopping wet and someone had a toy phaser gun from a sci-fi convention pointed at him. Maybe they'd snuck in from the side door, in from a rainstorm, for all he could fathom of it. But Gaila's friend, Uhura, was there, as was Sulu and McCoy...and for a cos play, it was looking pretty damn convincing. Only he wasn't in costume, which was a bitter disappointment. And everyone was taking it WAY too seriously.
Enough so that he tried to lighten the mood by saying it was exciting, because, really, it kinda very much was. It wasn't every day that someone got to witness Kirk getting his arse royally handed back to him on a silver serving platter. Likely with some parsley sprigs around it, for garnish.
And leave it to him to be the one who nabbed being captain first too. Why'd he get to sit in the chair? There's other people who might want a turn, even if they aren't dressed appropriately.
Little does Scotty realize, but this is just the start of a recurring dream, of which bits and pieces are added into and will become crystal clear. This? For right now? He was likely going to chalk up to the pain killer Faiza had prescribed to him. When he thinks on it some more, at least, he'll think that it was a contributing factor. For now, however, all he could think about was that there was a pressure on his chest more apparent than the dull ache on the back of his head, and it started to wake him up. Gradually and groggily. It was a slow going process.
Flop went one hand down onto the top of Porthos' head, right between the ears, and Scotty gave the dog a little pit pat as he finally opened his eyes and looked around.
Portho licked at Scotty's face. He had had his own doggy dreams, revolving around being teleported to strange and unique places, with strange and unique bitches. He hopped off Scotty, having already had breakfast.
Somehow, the coffee was brewing.
"Ugh, yer breath smells like mayonnaise an' honey baked ham," Scotty groaned out, with a horrible wince. He swiped both hands over his face to get the wet off. He also smelled the aroma of coffee, which was good, because he could use that right about then. He somehow got his rear in gear, out of bed, and wandered out of the bedroom in his boxers and Star Wars t-shirt. Old Star Wars, with Darth Vader on it, before he was made out of emo-based cardboard.
Gaila must have been by. Or he'd set the auto on it, and forgot all about it. Either way? He had no complaints, and poured himself a cup of coffee. The dream? Nothing more than some silly and insignificant - yet very much like he was there at the time - figment of his imagination, surely.
No sign of Gaila though, which was odd. And quiet. Maybe he was becoming used to her puttering around. Just a little bit. Maybe she just needed some time alone. Or maybe he just needed to get used to some quiet again, curl up with a technical journal, and stop being retardiated. That sounded like a good plan, so he got started on that. Plop went his butt onto the couch, flip flip went his book until it was open to where he last left off, and "ahh there we are" said the owner of said manual very pleasantly, as he sipped his coffee and wondered in the back of his head, why this suddenly all looked antiquated.
Porthos had been trained to turn coffee on. There was even two cubes of sugar waiting and ready to go.
Gaila had spent the night at her place. Faiza had said he was fine and demon dog what now? Better to come into it freshly rested.
And the technical manual? Was downright...quaint.
It was. He even turned it sideways to look at a cross-section diagram and squinted. Which was so strange, because he'd looked at it just yesterday morning, during breakfast, and it was one of his favorite manuals. Now it just looked...dull, lackluster, and like something a caveman could pound together with a rudimentary club made from a triceratops femur.
He tossed it aside, picked up another from the small stack of those he'd asked his sister to send over once he'd gotten settled in somewhere (finally), and flipped to the middle of that manual, just for some random fun.
Same thing. Now Scotty was left staring at the pages, like he was supremely offended that it was not the once previously enlightening thing it had once been. He closed the journal and read the cover, to make double certain it was what he thought it was. ’Turbopumps for Rocket Engines.’ It definitely was what he thought it was, but it still looked like it was comprised of tinker toys and the sort of bubblegum that one kid chews on and lets another kid 'borrow' so they can have what's left of the flavor in it.
So very quaint, and simple. Maybe if he adjusted this and did something to that one.. Porthos pawed at the technical manual, as if to say 'You're better than this.'
He trotted over to Scotty's diagram and pawed at it.
Scotty watched the dog for a moment, while experiencing a bout of deja vu he was willing to push off as a side effect of the bump on his head. Though this certainly hadn't happened before, not that he could remember. He sat the journals aside, on the stack, with the others. That done, he stood up and walked over to the fridge with a fair amount of trepidation, plucked the diagram and equations paper off the fridge, and gave it a very thorough looking over.
There were some pieces missing, certainly, but if that went to that second thing, then, maybe if he knew the fuel component, he'd be able to figure out how to work it into...something. He wasn't sure what, but it definitely had to do with fuel and energy. He knew that, and there was the creepy little feeling scratching along the inside of his skull, that he knew the rest of it, too. Or most of the rest of it, at least. It just wasn't coming to him, quite yet.
How he knew that? He didn't have the foggiest clue. And that was Scottish style fog, not that weak excuse for fog that people associated with places like London. The thick, heavily grey, can't see your own hand in front of your face, variety.
He put the paper back onto the fridge with the magnet, further up, so the dog couldn't reach it. It was something to think about, at least. Or wonder about until he wanted to bash his own skull in with whatever blunt object happened to be within immediate reach.
"...ye probably want oot, dinnae ye," he asked the dog, heading back to the bedroom, so he could throw on some clothes and get all this silly and profoundly odd business out of sight and mind for a while. He sucked down the rest of the coffee before getting started with getting dressed and ready to head out the door.
There was something wrong. Scotty had forgotten. Porthos wasn't sure what it was, or how to explain starfleet power sources, even if he, as a dog, didn't have a full understanding of starfleet power sources himself.
Regardless, he really, really had to go take a doggie shit, so he trotted downstairs to wait for Scotty.
A quick tying of his boots and into the back pocket went the phone, and he was good to go. Scotty looked around for the other dog leash they'd had laying around, from when Clitty Pissy McGee Patrick had been there. Voila! Success. He went down the stairs after dropping the coffee cup into the sink with a bit less care than he usually showed when doing such things. Ugh, he'd have to pick up the dog crap too. Plastic baggie ahoy. Not very earth friendly but it was better than risking dog crap on ye olde hands using tissue. After bending over to hook the leash onto Porthos' collar, out they went. There was, at least, a back alleyway, which lead behind the businesses, so that seemed a good bet, so puppy could have some privacy and he could read that morning's grafitti.
What? Sometimes it was more interesting than a newspaper article.
Porthos trotted along, sniffing, marking his territory, dragging Scotty along with more strength than his little body should have.
Poop goes there. Also there. Maybe there. There was a method to his defecating madness.
If there was, Scotty wasn't noticing it. It was like - even if he hadn't ever owned a dog, officially - he'd been through this a hundred times before and was tying off portions of the bag after every pick up, because ugh, dog crap is nasty. The problem was, that he wasn't aware of his ever having done this before. Little does Scotty yet know, but as the former Academy aide for Admiral Archer's Advanced Relativistic Mechanics course and first in his class at Starfleet Academy, it meant he got to take his instructor's dog out on plenty of walks. And then later use it for daring experiments! It also didn't help matters that he was being led along by the dog, like he was the walking dead. He was truly running on impulse power.
"What 'appened to ze leetle terrier?" Joe was sitting on the back step of Varric's bar, smoking a cigarette. She scritched Porthos on the top of the head, "Beagles are good dogs. Zey like to chase down ze little critters."
"Oh, Gaila's...uhh..Cassie's mum took 'im. They seemed tae like one another, were gettin' on quite well." He stopped for a moment, and if Porthos wanted to tug around, Scotty was going to remain stationary for a bit of conversation with Joe, because she wasn't the ten foot tall bulking man cook he thought she'd have been. "As for this one? I dinnae know a thing about beagles. But nae critters? That's good. Bloody things have rabies an' chew through wiring, and cause fires."
"Slow day?" he asked, because she wasn't exactly in there, cooking or anything.
"Oui! Cleaning day for ze kitchen. I am taking a break." She puffed out some smoke, and continued to pet at the dog, "For everyone's 'ealth of course."
Porthos sniffed around. Then darted suddenly down the alley, taking the leash with him.
"Health. Right. And...this' why I dinnae like dogs," he mumbled, staring after the dog like he just didn't have quite the energy he would, normally, to chase after it. "Sorry, lass. Looks like I've got tae run. All the best with ye and yer cleaning."
He gave her a wave and tried to catch up, because losing the dog that possible other him might have maybe possibly sent would be possibly bad. And he might even feel guilty about it. So Scotty was trying to catch up to the dog, as fast as he could manage without ripping his own head off his neck and throwing it at the dog to make it stay PUT.
Porthos had managed to corner the King of all Rats. The creature was huge, bigger than most cats and covered in war scars. It was missing an eye. And its teeth were as long as Scotty's fingers.
It hissed at the dog, hopping back and forth menacingly.
"ZAT DID NOT COME OUT OF OUR KITCHEN!" Joe called out after them.
"Ugh! Ugh, dinnae mess with that thing! Doon! Bad doggie! BAD!" And now he suspected Joe of having seen that rat before, which just didn't make things better at all. He snatched the dog up before it could get bit, and aimed a boot at the rat, in a stomping motion. Beat it, king rat, lest ye get stomped flat, ye rabies-ridden furry bugger!
The rat took a bite out of Scotty's boot before fleeing through a grating to its kingdom far, far below.
Porthos tried to follow!
"Oh nae ye dinnae. I'm not letting ye get around nothin' until other me maybe comes back from other place where he otherwise might live, an' gets ye. C'mon then. Yer done. Bit right through the leather tae. Rat bastard!" Literally, not even figuratively! He started to carry the dog back, and paused to pick up the tied up dog crap baggie and throw it into the dumpster, keeping a firm grip on Porthos. Because he was responsible for the pup now, and didn't want any residual guilt over it getting injured.
At least the teeth hadn't punctured flesh, just boot! Porthos sighed, and trotted after Scotty.
Meanwhile, in Casa de Scotty, Gaila had returned. She'd made herself some coffee and was playing with something that resembled an iPad but much, much cooler, and more powerful. She was...well she was...That was totally an O-face.
And there was something odd about her skin, but that could just be the lighting.
Well, he trotted, after Scotty had deemed it safe enough to let the dog down out of a protective custody hug. He even loop wrapped part of the leash around his wrist and made his way back to the garage, noticing that the business door was unlocked and ajar. Yay! That meant Gaila was back and things could get back to relative comfy safe norm, where they troll poked eachother with sticks and then snogged for a bit, and worked on stuff! He almost went \o/ with his arms, but that might have lifted the dog up off the ground. Which was a bad thing.
Instead he lifted the dog up into his arms again, kicking the door closed behind him, and made his way up the stairs.
"Gaila, if that's ye, I've got the surprise here. An' did ye eat breakfast because I havenae eaten a bloody thing and I'm starving. Maybe we should gae oot and...." He rounded the loft door and set the dog down, looking at her funny. What was up with her skin. "Are ye ill?"
Or maybe she ate something funny. He wasn't sure, but she looked off. Or maybe it was the lighting, or his eyes had gone funny. Scotty did, though, give the thing she was playing with a pointing at, like that was what was next on his agenda to ask about.
Porthos barked, squirming out of Scotty's arms and barreling towards Gaila. He paused and sniffed and then grrrrd. Orion! Danger danger! Grrrr!
Gaila looked down at the dog, then pulled her feet up into the chair so they can't get bit. Her mom was right, he WAS a devil dog!
"I'm not ill and I can't believe my mom was right but that dog IS a devil dog! Anyway more importantly, you wouldn't believe what I found!" She held up the data pad, "This thing is amazing!"
"He's not the devil. An' ye are ill. Ye look like yer goin' tae puke again. Maybe ye should gae look in the mirror," he accused her, though he did make sure he had a tight grip on the leash so the dog didn't...why was it acting that way, anyway? "Ugh, hold on. He's been sae good otherwise, I dinnae know why he's acting this way. Let me...just...put him away for a moment."
He picked Porthos up and put the dog in the bathroom, closing the door, and telling the dog to behave itself. That done, he came back over and sat down next to her, giving her a worried looking at, close up, and deciding maybe it wasn't his eyes so much, and that the lightbulbs kinda looked...you know...normal, as did everything else.
She wasn't acting like she was ill, though. So he let it drop for a second and instead looked at what she was holding. All of a sudden, he kind of forgot that his girlfriend looked green around the gills or all over, for that matter and it was like Christmas morning when he was six years old and he got every single action figure he'd ever asked or hoped for. "Where'd ye get this? Is it the new i-whatevers?"
"I'm not going to puke. I feel better than ever, in fact." Once the dog was put away she came down off the chair and shook her hair out.
"I don't know WHAT it is, lover. I just know its better than anything I've ever conceived of. The programming is just BRILLIANT! But this isn't even the best part, its what it LINKS to."
"Well, that's nice but...what's it link tae?" He raised his eyebrows up, questioningly. "An' where'd ye get it? I want one."
"Its the only one and its mine." She hugged it to her much-more-green-than-three-minutes-ago cleavage, "And I just woke up and they were there. Its a computer core, and its incredibly intelligent, but I can't access much on the memory banks. Just history and crap. I left it downloading the internet."
"Wait, what...dae ye mean, it was just there. Things like this dinnae just pop up and...." Scotty stopped talking and simply stared. His eyes were growing wider by the second, because he swore his girlfriend's breasts were turning granny apple green before his very eyes. He even mouthed her name, but out came no sound, just the motion alone, utterly mute.
One finger flew forth to point at her breasts like exhibit A was the most obvious thing that the invisible court should be paying attention to, right now. Even BEYOND uber computers that appeared out of nowhere.Just wait 'till he found that plasma torch
"She has the sexiest voice too. The computer. "
Once again, he tried to say her name, but just...no voice. For once in his damn life, he couldn't say a freakin' word. If she noticed his face, though, it'd be SHEER HORROR.
She had golden lipstick on, too, which was an interesting contrast to her hair and her skin. She squinted at his face, "What? I'm allowed to say if a woman's voice is sexy, it doesn't mean I want to sleep with ...well okay she's an amazing computer system and I would make love to it.."
Ok, that time, he managed to squeak out her name, and JABBED his finger through sheer force of his own will, into one of her minty green boobs. Look, there were those little freckles he knew so well by now, even though they were a slightly darker shade of GREEN now.
She smacked his hand, "What the hell?"
"YER FUCKING GREEN!" he finally managed to belt out, loudly. "YER SKIN IS FUCKING GREEN! LIKE SPRING GRASS AND SHAMROCKS! LIKE MINT ICE CREAM! LIKE TRAFFIC LIGHTS! GREEN!"
She looked at him like he'd lost his mind, "You're crazy. You've finally lost it. It was that blow to the head."
"Yer mum told ye about me hitting me head? Why'd she have tae gae and dae that?! I was goin' tae tell ye! I just didnae want ye tae worry an'...okay, lass, aye, I'm worried now. That isnae normal. Here." He took her by the hand, and ran toward the bathroom door, scooting Porthos aside as he opened it. Just so the dog wouldn't get her, he picked her up in his arms and walked her over to the mirror, above the sink.
Now let her try to tell him he's crazy. Just mind the feet in case the dog tries to get crazy, which he hoped it wouldn't, if he was carrying her like that, maybe it should get the hint and back off!
"Faiza did, but she said you were okay and not to worry...." She stared in the mirror and shrieked so loudly it cracked.
As he let her stand up on her own two feet, Scotty winced and swore his right ear was now bleeding.
"WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT THE HELLING HELL?!"
"I DINNAE KNOW!"
She grabbed him and shook him, "What the HELLING HELL?!?"
"I DINNAE KNOW I SAID!"
"This is every nightmare about being Irish I've ever had!"
"Wait!" He scooted Porthos away with the slow sweep of a foot toward the dog. Then he turned her around, pulled out the waistband of whatever she was wearing, and looked down. "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiite...even yer arse is green!"
She ripped her shirt off and..yep, dark green nipples. She leaned against the wall and slid down it, in shock, "What.. I don't..did I..what.. I was green in that dream and...."
“Dream? What dream? I had a dream I was at a sci-fi convention with the lads and yer friend, and I wasnae in costume, which - let me tell ye - is fucking embarrassing. There's got tae be a reasonable explanation fer...this." He grabbed hold of his aching head with both hands, and then ended up clutching hold of his own face, trying to think. "All right. All right. We'll call Faiza. AND McCoy. First? WHAT DID YE EAT LAST NIGHT?! Did ye get around any strange...I dinnae know...vats of nuclear waste!"
"I was screwing Kirk! It was really good horrible!"
"WHAT?!"
"I don't know!?"
Insert Scotty making the D: face at her like that was the most peripheral thing to this whole new and unusual situation ever. Okay, maybe it was right up there on the disturbing ladder. Because she's green AND now he's wondering why she's even DREAMING about that.
"I knew ye wanted Kirk! Why didnae ye just screw him first then!"
FLAP FLAP goes Scotty's hands as he waved them around like OH NO WE DO NOT NEED TO GO THERE.
"All right, this is immaterial. We need tae try tae stay calm and just...did ye eat anything odd last night? Or did ye get a spray tan gone wrong? Are ye really intae health food? Because maybe ye drank some of that green algae stuff that the hippies here drink, and it turned yer skin green. Oh! Vitamin supplement! Could be that."
Gaila slapped him, "I wanted you more! Kirk always pissed me off for some reason!"
She took a few breaths, "I just had a sandwich last night, nothing unusual. I went home, I packed things to leave here, and then I showered and went to bed."
Scotty rubbed one hand over where her hand had made contact with his face and gave her a split second glaring at, before listening to her to try to get the story straightened out, and find some reason why...weird things, yes.
"I'm goin' tae ignore the leave here things, because obviously aye, that was likely where we were heading anyway. Even if...soon? Still, that sounds pretty...ordinary. We need tae get ye looked at."
He took out his phone and started to dial Faiza, because at least he knew she'd keep quiet.
"I'm not going to the doctor. It's probably just..allergies." Yeah. Allergies. She grabbed for the phone!
He snatched it away and gave her a good, hard staring at.
"I'm worried. I dinnae want anything tae happen tae ye, sae I'm calling a doctor. An' then I'm calling McCoy in a while, after she's seen tae ye." Because maybe McCoy had seen...dead greenish hued people. Though the thought was making his heart pound around inside his ribcage, worried something was going to happen to her. Even if she said she felt fine, she could keel over any second now. And dragging her off to be gawked at, in a hospital, didn't seem like that would go over well, not with her. "Yer GREEN. That's not ALLERGIES."
He speed dialed Faiza and grabbed hold of her hand, to keep her in place and from running. Oh no, missy, no running for you, not this time. Luckily, also, it seemed that Porthos was minding his manners, so that was one thing less to worry about, on top of THIS.
Gaila shook her head, " Lets not make a big deal of this! Its nothing. I refuse!"
"...what the bloody hell now?" Faiza groaned into the phone.
"Tae late. Faiza? I have a favor, if ye could maybe stop by. And bring yer lovely doctor bag with ye?" No use freaking the good doctor lady out, over the phone. "It shouldnae take but a moment. Just need tae have something looked at. If yer not busy? Take whatever ye want out of my earnings when ye win yer robo battle, for the house calls."
"..is it your head? Go to the hospital!" Faiza managed to not shout that.
"Not my head, nae. This is....something very different." Understatement of the century.
She sighed, "I'll be right there. What else should I bring?" The things she did for friends.
"Ye might need tae run some tests." Again, another understatement. "I'm just goin' tae make us some sandwiches or somethin' and wait for ye. Cheers! Free robo upgrade!"
"Well if its for a free robo upgrade then." She hung up, grabbing her coat and her bag and rushing to the porsche.
"Yay, bribery." He hung up the phone and kept hold of her hand. "Look, it'll be fine. It'll probably even fade. I think yer still the prettiest most bonnie lass I've ever laid eyes on, green and all. Let me make us a sandwich, we'll get this sorted, it'll be good and work oot. Trust me, all right?"
Gaila couldn't help it. She smacked him again, then got her shirt back on and stormed out of the bathroom, pushing the dog away with her foot.
Ouch. "Dinnae be angry, yer gettin' all bent in funny shapes about it!" He went out after her, leaving the door open behind him. "It's better tae get this looked at her, isnae it? Nice and comfortable and nae gawkers gawking at ye."
"I can't go to work like this.. I can't.." She started to pace.
"Just make up some cover story an' we'll stick tae it. But I swear, if it showed up this quickly, it'll probably gae away. Ye said ye feel fine otherwise, sae let's just take it that way, until we find oot otherwise. Nae matter what, it'll be okay, just need tae...not...fly off the handle. Yet."
He started to pour coffee, thought it was a bad idea, and started making her some tea instead. The last thing either of them needed was to be more on edge.
Too late, she'd already had two cups and was extra on edge. She sat on the couch and hugged her legs, rocking, "I feel extra fine. I feel ...better than I did before."
"Then it'll probably be fine. Honest, I dinnae care what color ye are, though I'm not goin' tae lie. Yer probably goin' tae be stared at. Just tell 'em yer goin' tae a sci-fi convention or really intae body painting or spray tan experimentation," he was saying, with a shrug, his mind so overloaded, that he was spewing out whatever shot through it, right out of his mouth. "People will likely think yer as freaky as those people that are doon on that beach, where the freaks swallow swords and juggle chainsaws. I love ye, ye dumb arse. I dinnae care what color ye are, just as long as yer happy and yer not goin' tae keel over dead, any time soon."
She squinted at him, like she was suspicious, "You painted me! To get me into your stupid conventions!"
"Why would I dae that?!" He turned and stared at her like she was insane, the boiling water in the kettle the perfect backdrop to a fine impending explosion. "I was here, passed oot in me own bed, with the fucking pain killer that Faiza gave tae me! It could've put a bloody elephant under!"
"Why WOULDN'T you!!" Gaila sighed and deflated.
"Because I wouldnae dae that tae ye. I mentioned before that I was gettin' tae old for that shite, and I wasnae goin' tae gae anymore for a while. Because of the stupid crabs rumor that Varric helped start, because he couldnae get a cover story straightened oot, even."
Scotty planted his fists on his hips, like he was not going to let her push that off onto him, no way, no how. He is not budging, no matter how sympathetic he was to her plight right now, and no matter how much he did feel bad for her, because he knew when someone was scraping the bottom of the bucket for excuses, and coming up empty. It was something he usually didn't put up with, but was letting it slide, for now...because she was green.
"Now. Did ye want something tae eat or not?"
"Are you lot upstairs?" Faiza called out, staring at the submarine again. She wasn't aware of the brewing tiff going on upstairs!
"AYE!" In fact, Scotty went over and opened the door to the loft, leaning out. "Up here, lassie. I appreciate ye popping over on such short notice, ye know. But...hold ontae yer stuff, real tight."
Because he swore she might drop it.
Faiza came upstairs and Gaila sighed in relief. She hugged herself. She was being a bitch and she knew it but SHE WAS GREEN.
Faiza dropped her doctor bag.
"Well, I told ye tae hold tight," Scotty said, like she'd been warned. He picked it up for her and smiled, sheepishly. "Surprise?"
"What...is that toxic?" Faiza came over, inspecting the other woman. She ran her finger down an arm, "That's not paint."
"Nae, she just started turning more an' more green all of a sudden. Like, I'd watched it happen. An' it looks like it's stopped for now but..." His voice trailed off, like he was at a loss. "I was goin' tae call McCoy as well and see if he'd ever seen anyone who was...green..." He meant of the dead variety. "But just thought, ye know, she might need seeing tae...and...I dunnae. Gaila, say something, would ye?"
"I didn't eat or do anything unusual," She insisted!
Faiza poked her again, clearly fascinated. She'd never seen anything like this before, "An allergy maybe?"
Scotty shrugged like her guess was as good as any.
Faiza continued poking and prodding, performing a full physical. Gaila put up with it. Grudgingly, she kept making faces at Scotty when Faiza wouldn't notice.
He merely stood there, at a respectable distance, arms folded over his chest. And when he thought Faiza wasn't going to notice, he went NYAAAAAH right back at her, pulling all sorts of faces. It might help put her at ease if things seemed...normal. Ish.
Faiza kept clucking her tongue, "I really think you could come into a clinic so we can do blood tests, duck. I can't tell anything usual. Even your tongue is green."
"My..what?"
"How're we goin' tae get her in there, without...ye know...people staring funny." Scotty looked downright apologetic for having to bring that up. "I mean, aye, if yer tongue's green then...tests are probably a good idea. Maybe we can sneak ye in there."
"She can squeeze in the back of my Porsche."
"Well, I'm goin' tae. Lets get ye a hat and a jacket, tae cover up." Too late, he wasn't about to mess about with something like this, and she might kick him for it, later, but she's going and so is he. And if she goes running down the street? Well that's going to look funny and she probably has already realized that people will point and stare at her, so running is a bad idea.
"Do you have a big jacket, lover?" Gaila looked at Scotty, "A really huge one."
Faiza bit her tongue.
"Big jacket? Heh! Aye, I think sae. I have me cosplay overcoat. Ye can wear that." He gave her a smile like he was sorry this was happening to her, but went to fetch it, as well as one of his caps with a brim on it, so her face could be covered up a bit. In fact, when he came back with it, a long soft grey coat, with a fitted waist, he even held it open for her to slip her arms into it.
As soon as she was done, she was going to get the hat flopped on top of her head too, just as a for-your-information.
She stared at him for a full minute, before she slid into the coat. She couldn't believe this was happening. She felt so humiliated.
What if it was an STD?
Oh god it was an STD. And she'd infected Scotty!
She tried to think of the guys she'd been with the past year.
She was even counting on her fingers.
The thought hadn't even crossed his mind. But if Faiza requested it, or brought it up, he'd probably raise an eyebrow and hope he didn't have to get swabbed or anything. Eww. Blood? She could bleed him dry! He did enough bleeding on his own. And yes, he's noticing her counting on her fingers and giving her a funny little look, as he's pulling the cap down on her head, and smoothing her hair down more around her face to cover it up.
"I dinnae even want tae know, I'm guessing." He tilted his head and gave her a kiss on the tip of her nose, and let her count all she wanted. Off he went to get his keys and wallet and they were ready to go. "Lead on, doctor lass!"
"I might need to get you tested too, Scotty. Just in case. I mean you two swap bodily fluid like you're sharing the same body, so its better to be safe than sorry." She nodded, leading them downstairs to the Porche, "All in!"
And then? she drove them to the hospital.