leonard mccoy (adoctordamnit) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-03-12 13:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, faiza hussain (excalibur), leonard mccoy |
I have to admit that I was very impressed with your work the other night when I saw it.
Who: McCoy and Faiza
When: The morning after these texts
Where: McCoy’s Office
What: He wants to hear more about her powers
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
McCoy was sitting behind his desk in his office, but he wasn’t working. He was staring off into space, holding a mug of hot coffee between his hands. With visiting the Enterprise, seeing Faiza healing people, and the other strange things that had been happening lately (blue flu, wonderland, ghosts) he had a lot of things to think about.
When someone stepped into the doorway of his office, it pulled him from his thoughts, and his eyes came to focus on the person standing there.
Faiza smiled at him. “You wanted to see me, doctor.” She came in, closing the door behind her. Her eyes seemed sad, but she was her otherwise chipper self.
“Hi.” McCoy said, perking up a little as she came in. “It’s good to see you, Faiza.” He said, and motioned for her to take a seat. “I’m sorry that I haven’t brought this up earlier. I want to hear more about your.. ability. I have a patient in mind who could use your services.”
“I’m sorry that I haven’t come in earlier. I really should have,” Faiza replied, taking a seat. She crossed her legs neatly. “The best way to explain it is a wee bit like knitting or sewing. I did pluck a tumour out of a woman’s brain, once, as well.”
“It’s all right.” McCoy said, giving a nod. He listened carefully. “How long have you had this power?” He asked, curiously.
“A couple of months now. Since I stopped dreaming.” Faiza frowned a little bit. “The dreams were coming rapidly for awhile, and then they stopped.”
“So, your power came from the dreams?” McCoy was going to have to get used to this. So many people were dreaming, so many people had other lives. “How did you learn to hone it in this world?”
“Practice. On things like apples and other fruits. Plants. Myself.” Faiza hadn’t moved onto another human until her powers had been one hundred percent.
“How long have you been practicing?” McCoy asked, taking mental notes. He wanted to make absolutely sure that this was safe before he could start recommending her services to people, even though he knew that Oliver Wood (among others) was interested, even though the treatment was radical and possibly dangerous.
“A couple of years in the dreams. In the real world, several months now. I’ve done quite a bit of work on people now.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “Much of it rather sneakily, I have to admit, at the hospital. I also helped a girl with a shattered cheekbone the other week.”
McCoy nodded. “I have to admit that I was very impressed with your work the other night when I saw it.” He paused. “I’m afraid that it’s probably not going to be possible for the hospital to sanction your work. There’s too much liability in it. But...” he leaned back in his chair. “I wouldn’t have a problem sending you patients of mine who need a little extra attention.”
“I took an oath, doctor, to do no harm.” She smiled at him, though her expression was stern. “And it’s one I will always follow.”
“I believe you.” McCoy said, and he absolutely did. He’d taken the same oath. “That doesn’t mean that mistakes are never made. And the hospital freaks out about any little liability.” It was as if it was some sort of unspoken law. The Hospital Directors were very wary of any new treatment, because of the legal ramifications of the treatment turning sour for any reason. “Would you be willing to meet with one of my patients?”
"Of course! I can't guarantee anything, of course, without knowing the extent of the injury or illness. My powers work....well. There was the time I rebuilt someone back to full health after falling out of an airplane, but that was more of extraordinary circumstances."
“I understand.” McCoy said with a nod. “I have a patient who had a muscle removed in his leg. He was a professional athlete before the surgery, and I can only assume how much his physical abilities mean to him. And if we can do something to give him that muscle back...”
“I think I remember talking to him.” Faiza frowned. “I don’t think I’ve ever tried to regrow a muscle that was removed, but... I mean it can’t hurt to try, right? I wouldn’t want to give false hope, though. I think if I can concentrate on the parts that the muscle was attached to, then maybe we can see some growth!”
“I’ll invite him here for a meeting, and you two can discuss it.” McCoy said, giving a little nod. “You can describe the procedure and the risks involved, so he’ll understand what it is he’s getting himself into.”
Faiza nodded. “Perhaps a little demonstration might be in order.” She thought about it. “I’d need a volunteer. Just a cut or something, or a broken bone. Blast, I just healed a lad’s leg the other day.”
“If I’m there for the meeting, you can use me as your guinea pig.” McCoy offered. “Though, I understand if that’s too much.” He wasn’t sure if she would be amenable to that idea. “I’d like to experience your power first hand, to be honest.”
“Are you sure?” She looked at him quizzically. “It feels quite odd.”
“If that’s what it takes.” McCoy said. “It wouldn’t be a problem on my end. I’m just hoping Oliver will let you work your mojo and fix his leg.” Do what he couldn’t do with traditional science.
Faiza nodded. “I hope he at least lets me try. I think at the worst I might be able to give him some more mobility. Can he even walk, right now?”
“He has a cane and he’s in incredible pain. He’s just had some surgery on his shoulder.” He paused. “I’ll let him describe it for you. Perhaps you can help him with that, too.”
Faiza nodded her head thoughtfully. "I'll see what I can do, that sounds a bit easier to heal."
"I believe he's going to be coming in for physical therapy next week. Shall I set up a meeting? " McCoy asked, folding his hands on his desk and leaning forward.
“Please. I just need to know when so I can rearrange my schedule.”
“I’ll send you a text as soon as I hear from him.” McCoy said, growing a bit excited that he might be able to give Oliver Wood what he wanted most.
“Please do!” Faiza stood and held out her hand. “I look forward to helping him, if I can.” And she thought that she could.
“Good.” McCoy stood himself, and reached forward to shake her hand. “Thank you.”