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the Doctor's doctor

Who: the Doctor, Mina
What: post this thread, the Doctor finds out he isn't a super hero.
When: Day 50
Where: Mina's residence

It took him a moment to realize this wasn't something that he could easily fix in a healing coma, or at least he needed to probably be stitched up a bit first. When he finally stood up, he nearly collapsed back again, before forcing himself upright.

He was somewhere between the bar and pharmacy, meaning he could easily make it back to his place, but... something nagged at him saying he needed to see someone. If Martha was here, he'd go straight to her, let her lecture him some as she bandaged him, but she wasn't and he couldn't burden Donna when she didn't know he wasn't human. Not yet.

Splinting his side, he walked slowly, but he was definitely walking and after what seemed quite the journey, he found himself on the doorsteps of Mina's house. He pressed his forehead against the cool wood of the door and he used the heel of his palm to pathetically knock. Hopefully she was home, because he had no energy to go anywhere else.

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He supposed now was a moment to eat his words of 'Magic is rubbish!'. He hated the idea, despite his love for Harry Potter. (It wasn't real so it didn't exactly count in his book.)

"Something tells me there's a lot I don't know about you yet." And now who was the one treating the other like a science experiment? And if Mina didn't know any better, he would appear to be 100% back to normal, despite some lingering soreness.

"Quite a bit, I should hope," she said, her fingertips trailing over the scar on her arm. "Although, I suppose, nothing worth doing is ever easy."

How odd it was, that she hoped she was somehow worthwhile. Perhaps it was because she felt so mistreated by the other inhabitants of the island. Or perhaps because he was something very, very special.

A devilish grin overcame his features, "I know that all too well." He recalled the millions of split-second decisions and random guesses that have allowed him to come this far, mixed with large complications, sticky situations, near death or actual death experiences... the list went on.

Hoping to his feet, "You sure about that cuppa?" Because he was going to help himself to another.

She gave him a wry smile. "Kindred can't eat or drink anything," she told him. "Unless it's laced with copious amounts of blood. So much blood that it's really just blood laced with food or beverage."

Even then, sometimes, it was dicey. When a Kindred's body rejected something, it was quite the disgusting display.

"All the food and drink in the house belonged to our mortal flatmate," she said. "This room did too. Unfortunately, she disappeared some months ago."

There was very, very real sadness in her tone.

Oh. He should've seen that. "Sorry." Now he felt silly, although he just wanted to do something nice for her, "If you don't mind my asking, how often do you eat?"

Not that he was concerned about being bitten, well, maybe slightly, and not for his sake but hers. His blood was different from a human's: different antibodies, no exact type, he didn't know what kind of effect it would have on her.

"Nowhere nearly as often as I should," she admitted. "We're supposed to feed at least twice a week. More, if injured. But the supply here is...well..."

Small. Too small to maintain the vampire population that it had.

"So you're weakening yourself due to lack of resources?" He frowned, and then realized not everyone here was human, much like himself, which would limit her even more.

"This is a bit of a silly question, but are you able to feed off animals? Or what about the non-humans here?"

This conversation was getting more and more candid. Mina wasn't entirely sure what her feelings were regarding that fact, but that didn't stop her from continuing. Perhaps it was simply a need. She needed someone to talk about these things with.

"I can feed off of animals, yes," she said. "However, as I can't talk to them and I'm not an expert tracker, that's a bit difficult." She frowned. "As for feeding off of non-humans. It is...frowned upon. Mostly because we don't know what the results will be. I have done some experimenting, I must admit. So far, I haven't burst into flames."

He purses his lips and tugs at his earlobe, clearly lost in thought and mulling over her words. It was pretty rare for him not finding something to say, but it was also pretty rare for him to literally be trapped somewhere. Where he had next to no resources or barely able to assist in anything.

If he found this situation to be so frustrating, he can only imagine what it was like for Mina. "You didn't either when we took shelter in that church. A silver lining!" He excuses himself to refill his cuppa.

Mina flopped back over on the bed, resting her head against one of the pillows. "I don't know how that myth got started," she said, loud enough for him to hear her in the kitchen. "A good fifth of the vampire population back home is actively involved in the Catholic church. Not that I approve of such things. It's very rare that crosses or other religious swag cause any trouble for us. Just the drunken ramblings of an Irishman, really."

She raked her fingers through her hair. "Admittedly, I am quite the pagan. The Catholic God never had much to offer me. I remember the exact moment I realized that. It was before I died."

He returns shortly, pausing at the door, looking at her quietly as he took a sip from his cup. "I don't care much for religion." He finally admitted quietly. He didn't have any use for it, although he certainly respected others beliefs and traditions. Admittedly, he did love Christmas with the fancy trees and dinners.

The Doctor walked over and placed his cup on the night stand before taking a seat on the edge of the bed, smiling softly. "You look tired."

"Never something a girl wants to hear," she replied dryly, sitting up. "I imagine the sunrise is approaching."

She opened her mouth, to explain to him the rules regarding sunrise and a Kindred's physiological need to sleep, but she stopped herself. In one evening, she'd already exposed quite a lot of her vulnerabilities. And common sense demanded that she stop. So she said nothing more on the subject.

"You've certainly made for an interesting night, Doctor."

He looks over to the window, pauses, "Most likely in about an hour."

And then he was smiling all teeth, showing, "Ah, it has been!" He probably shouldn't be feeling so upbeat about it, but given he got to know a little more about her, he appreciated it.

"I don't think I can thank you enough, Mina. For everything, really." He wasn't sure if she knew how rare it was to find him in such a state, but he valued her trust and friendship more than she probably knew.

Mina shook her head. "Nothing to thank me for, really," she said. It wasn't as though she'd done much doctoring. All she'd done, really, was given him a bath and a place to sleep and a good, stern scolding. Hardly the sort of medical practice she was accustomed to.

She stood up, but paused, looking back at him. "Are you feeling well enough to go home?" she asked. "Or would you prefer to stay awhile? No one will bother you. Rosa and I will both be asleep."

"I'll be alright! I should probably go see what damage has been done and if there's anything I can do." If she asked him to stay, he most definitely would, but he didn't want to over stay his welcome. Besides, he did need to check on his wind readers, as that was what he was doing before he ran into the Hulk.

"If there's anything I can do for you, don't hesitate to ask." He leaned over to collect his cup, quickly finishing it.

There was honestly nothing Mina could think of that he could do for her. His blood was off limits. And she hardly needed protection or any changes to the technology of the house. Frankly, she could think of only one use for him and it was so sickeningly sentimental that she was almost embarrassed.

She smiled graciously. "I'll keep that in mind, darling," she told him diplomatically. "Just do try not to get your brains bashed in."

"Mmm, we might have a problem if that happens." He laughs into the cup as he swallowed the last drop of tea and finally stood up to his full height.

Remembering his manners, which was a rare feat in itself, he placed the cup he had set out for Mina back into the cabinet and poured out the kettle. "I'll be out of your hair in just a tic."

She folded her arms, leaning against the wall and watching him. "I must say, you are the single-most unintrustive houseguest I've ever had. Of course, most of my houseguests have been vampires and, well, no manners to speak of."

And pirates, of course. But most of the pirates she was still in touch with were Ventrue so there was that.

As much as she enjoyed seeing such a domestic man, after a moment, she walked over, taking the kettle for him. "I can manage it, dear. I used to run an inn. I know how to clean a tea kettle."

He wasn't domestic, far from it. Donna could attest to that, and Sharon, given the state of their house. He nods and quickly scrambles to find his trainers and slip them on and grab his button down shirt.

"Alright, then!"

Without asking, he throws his arms around her in a hug before rushing back to the door. "I'll see you later, yeah?"

She was so startled by the hug that she dropped the kettle. Her arms were pinned to her sides, which was probably good because she didn't really know what to do with them. Her first instinct probably would have been to throw him to the ground, anyway.

"Yes," she said. "Of course."

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