The Universe's Mixer

The Doctor had gotten distracted. ( It happened. )

(After this)

Hank grimaced as the doctor stitched up the cut on his arm, his neck still sore under the bandages. But at least the staff had given him an extra shirt and pants to get out of his bloodied things, and let him stay in a double room with Willow as she received her exam. He had gotten there alright, too tired from blood loss to really care that he had no shoes on and that all his coworkers were now able to see his feet. He noticed one or two staring, but as they wheeling him in he'd let go of that angst.

"How's that feel, doctor?" the surgeon patching him up asked. Hank glanced at the stitches, then smiled thinly as she started to wrap him with bandages.

"Like I've been sliced open a few times. But now with very sturdy stitching. Thank you," he said warmly, looking at the patch job on his hand and wiggling his fingers gently. He still had full mobility of them, which was the important thing.

As the doctor left he leaned back, glancing at the blood transfusion they'd hooked up to make up for what he lacked after the fight. He turned to Willow, then glanced at her. "Well then. I'm patched up," he said. It was awkward for him now, he wasn't used to making small talk, especially not to beautiful girls. "How are you feeling?"

Takes place immediately after this thread

Dinah reluctantly followed Harry away from Dr. McCoy and Willow. Her mind was still a haze of painful thoughts, still trying to process everything that had been discovered in the last hour. She didn't let go of Harry, a part of her calmed by his arm around her and a part of her thinking that her knees really just might buckle if she didn't have that support.

They were halfway down the street when she clapped her free hand to her forehead.

"Manners," she muttered. "Sorry, I should have introduced you back there. Well, I mean, Willow wasn't someone I'd met before. But the young man-that was Dr. Hank McCoy." She looked up at Harry, realizing that she probably should have mentioned the near miss bullet graze. Things had just been so hectic and, quite honestly, she'd been somewhat avoiding him ever since Murphy had moved in.

It wasn't that she was angry so much as just feeling put out and not capable of dealing with those emotions on top of everything going on with Jake and, for that matter, the arrival of the Oliver from another world and Barbara from the past, whom she still hadn't had all that much of a conversation with and she couldn't quite figure out what things from the future to explain and what to leave unsaid.

"He took care of me when I was in the hospital for this," she explained, gesturing to the stitches on her arm. "He was very kind and actually made sure I was able to get out of there quickly without the uncomfortable questions that generally come from this sort of injury."