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Trust The Medic

Another one down a billion more to go it seemed like this shift in the infirmary was dragging on, but then again with the latest event on the island Cain supposed it was only logical. He also had no doubt that more would show up over the next few days. A sigh and the Lifer washed his hands, grabbing a few more supplies and the next chart. For the moment the name of the room he would be going into next was overlooked, just the condition of the patient being ran over.

Cuts, burns, fantastic it was very lucky that Cain wasn't the squeamish type.

A tiny cart was filled with the supplies necessary for care and he knocked once on the door before pushing the cart in and entering the room. A blank look on the tanned freckled face as he entered pulling the cart to a stop then bending down to grab up some gloves. "Alright..." a glance to the charts name finally came, Ezekiel Clinton Young, "Ezekiel, its time to change out your bandages." All business he turned, not registering the name until the face of the man in the bed came into view.

delivery girl

Hattie smiled against his lips as the kiss ended, leaning in to press her forehead against his for only a moment. When she straightened, it was just enough to speak and hold eye contact without getting fuzzy images.

"Cool. I'll hold you to that~ I expect a nurse uniform and everything." She grinned at him and his lazy smirk, tilting her head to lightly nudge the hand that played with her hair. "I'll wear mine tomorrow ~ I just wasn't up for it today." It was a promise at least, and a start. The woman finally heaved a heavy sigh, and stretched out in the little space there was between him and the edge of the bed. She lay on her side, one arm tucked under her head, the other still resting very lightly on his bandages.

"So, when's your next does?"

S'mores

Zeke let his head fall back to his pillow, uninjured hand coming up to rub at his cheek. "I suppose I should consider myself lucky with only 3. Last time I was here I was in a coma for about a month and a half, then quarantine for another week and some change."

He was quiet, listening to Tommy recount the events of the evening up to the point he'd had the net tossed on him. They all sounded very familiar. "Pretty similar as far as feeling like s**t. It wasn't that bad when the alarms woke us up, but by the time I'd gotten free of the vines and we made it out to the courtyard it felt like my brain was trying to leak out my ears." He'd felt dizzy, nauseous, and had a roaring headache by the time they'd made it to the ring of protective defenders.

"Then I guess people started to turn? Next thing I know some a*****e comes shuffling up with a torch and just lights me up." Even the memory of it made him cringe.

"Shirt and jacket caught quick, but Ever tackled me tot he dirt and him and Horace managed to put it out. Got my arm pretty bad, my chest, shoulder. Could be worst though." All the same, he was not looking forward to seeing how badly scarred he'd be when the bandages came off. For as much as he didn't let aesthetics dictate his own attractions, he was fairly vain about his own appearance.

"So how'd you get out of the net?"

S'mores

"That..." he paused in thought, his forehead furrowing. "Is a good question! I remember struggling for a little bit, but I could not untangle the net enough to fight my way free. Somebody pulled it off...maybe two people? From what I remember, it was perhaps Horace and Chance, but that may just be my brain supplying me with images in place of what I do not know." He shrugged his shoulders, and then smiled, reaching up to run fingers through hair that was at the moment quite flat instead of spiked as it usually was.

"I owe somebody I thank you, anyway, I suppose. It sounds like our stories are fairly similar though!" A grin. "Maybe we are just lucky to have people who cared enough to help, when instead they could have left us to burn~"

Somewhere not far away, he could hear the startled sounds of exclamation, and voices conversing about a patient missing from his bed.

That might have been his cue to leave, but instead he stretched his legs out in front of himself, and leaned back in his chair, hands going behind his head.

Jeeeeeeesus ******** Christ, again?

He heard her irate foot falls smacking all the way down the hall before that angry voice officially announced her presence. The threats would earn her a long blink, pale eyes fixing on her face with a little less focus than he usually managed.

For a moment he just frowned at her, brows pinched, looking mildly puzzled. Then a grin suddenly flared to life, and the intermediate was chuckling. "You think I'm pretty." It wasn't the only thing he'd heard out of all that, but it was the most important bit.

When her feet landed on the side of his bed, Zeke moved his right hand down to rest on her ankle. "S'not like I went 'Oh, fire!' and walked my happy a** into it." He speech was slightly slurred, a mark of just how powerful the painkillers they had him on were. "I don't like bein' here, gorgeous." He didn't know how he always hit the traumatic injury lottery, but he did.

Jeeeeesus ******** Christ, again?

The smile faded altogether. "Hey, come here." He gave her foot a tug to try to get her moving. If she stayed on his right side they'd be fine. The right hadn't taken much damage, and what little it had he couldn't feel thanks to the painkillers. So he shifted over a few inches, gave the mattress a pat.

"You can give me s**t." She was allowed. She and Ever, and Harley. They had every right to be pissed with him for getting hurt, and vice versa. Not that the girls had been unlucky enough to land themselves in the infirmary, but he suspected he'd be fairly unhappy if they did.

Playing doctor

All things considered, Zeke wasn't doing half bad. They had him in painkiller induced haze that made him feel pretty damn good, even if it compromised his inhibitions a bit more than he would have liked. Something that would maybe bother him later, but certainly didn't now.

When Wyatt found him he was sleeping, and he didn't wake up until the other man had tapped on him, voice filtering in through the drugs a little belatedly. He blinked at him, apparently puzzled, before recognition kicked in. Initially features creased, but before he could actually frown he seemed to have changed his mind on the matter, and instead a rather lazy smile stretched his lips before he yawned, shifting against his pillow and settling.

"What kind of questions?" Without the drugs in his system he'd have been amused, but every bit as cool as he'd been on their first meeting. Not discouraging Wyatt's advances, but not encouraging them either.

With them?

He chuckled, eyes not quite focusing on the other man. "Gunna take my temperature?" Brows arched.

Playing Doctor

"Let's get some answers out of ya before I start sticking stuff into ya, okay?" he teased. "Mouth or otherwise."

"First let's start with the usual - you know your name, your age, your sex? Well, I'll give you good rankin' on that last one. Any major injuries? Feeling all okay?" he asked, half poking around on the form, but mostly checking in on his friend.