kore_logs | A toast to that invincible bunch, the dinosaurs surviving the crunch [OPEN]

WHO Mina and OPEN
WHAT Dealing with massive amounts of owwie
WHERE The pharmacy/clinic
WHEN Evening, Day 13
NOTES Multiple threads and threadjacking welcome and encouraged
WARNINGS Blood and medical stuff, most likely

Mina rarely indulged in sloth. Despite all appearances, it was her least favorite of the Seven Deadly. But after the whole disaster with the box, she gave herself an entire day and night just to stay in bed. She didn't rest. Not much. For the most part, she lay there stewing in her own juices. But at least her body had a chance to recover.

Slightly.

The problem with a limited blood supply was that she had to ration how much blood she used to heal her wounds. And so it was practicality, not the Masquerade, that left her to wake up still lacerated and bruised the next night.

Feeling sulky and bitter, she dragged herself out of bed. She didn't bother pulling on her suit, as she had absolutely no intention of speaking with anyone. Instead, she pulled on an oversized, button-down shirt she'd found in the closet of the master bedroom. Slipping into a pair of boots, she made her way out the door, crossing the sleepy, little village. She didn't particularly care about the wolves. At this point, she was just as likely to eat them as ignore them. But none gave her much bother as she made her way into the clinic.

It was beneath her dignity. Far beneath her dignity. But once inside, she peeled off her shirt. Dressed only in her unmentionables and her boots, she sat down on a cot that she had set up against the far wall, taking out a suture set. Gritting her teeth, she started to stitch up the slashes along her arm.

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Trust is a big part of it, and it takes Bruce a long time to build up enough that he even notices. He's been living off the grid, half-involving himself in the human race, shutting himself out from other people, that he still only feels half-here sometimes. It's a strange feeling, like he's a stowaway rat, and people pay attention to him, but he isn't really included, he isn't really the same.

And even when he does build up trust, then it's about risk. Should he risk even the chance that this person he actually managed to trust might leave him? Does he really want to change how they see him? Because it will change; fundamentally, it has to, and Bruce likes the way people look at him like he's nothing to worry about.

"Oh yeah?" He finishes up and reaches for the gauze. "If this guy can heal that much that quickly, it's hard to say. There's some room for research here on species types, huh? Is vampirism a side effect of a bite too?"

Castiel gave Bruce an amused look. Did he think that Castiel was bitten by a werewolf? Maybe he saw Castiel running with the wolves outside, rather than killing them in impressive numbers.

He tilted his head to the side. "You're more than welcome to experiment on me." Obviously, he had no idea what he was offering, but he saw no harm in it. Mina was his friend, right? She wouldn't hurt him and he wasn't even sure how much she could.

"It's more complicated than that," Mina told Bruce. "Assuming I'm still entitled to doctor/patient confidentiality, I would be happy to give you my medical history." Her eyes darted quickly to Castiel before turning back to Bruce. "Some other time, at any rate. I don't want to overwhelm you with information after dropping this little bomb on you."

She wiggled the fingers of her hand a little, testing Bruce's stitches. Not bad. Not as good as hers of course, but then, no one was as good as her. Light glistened off of the jewels in her rings like twinkling stars, reflecting on the walls and the floor and Castiel's face.

Saint Castiel. Somehow, it had a certain ring to it. And that he was so willing to offer up blood--regardless of what angel blood might actually do to a Kindred--was a piece of information she would have to file away.

Along with Bruce's 'condition.' Whatever that was.

"I daresay the time for recreational experimentation has passed," she murmured. "There's so much work we're going to need to put into this, if we're here for the long haul. Crossmatching blood types, setting up intensive care, long-term disability. To say nothing of making whatever equipment we can't find." She gave Bruce a playful grin. "I do hope you're up to the challenge, darling."

"Well, naturally." He's a big believer in confidentiality and protecting people from what others might think of their... difference. Obviously. He doesn't see a reason to expose anyone unless they're a risk, and even then he'd think twice about it and then only take it to a handful of people he felt like he could trust.

He smirks up at her as he finishes up bandaging her arm.

"I think I can handle it. It'd be easier if I had better equipment, but I'm no stranger to working with scraps."

"I don't have have a lot of medical knowledge, but I can heal some things." Not as many as he'd like. This place had a strange sway on his powers and he was still somewhat drained from his time in Purgatory. "I'd like to help where I can."

Honestly, he didn't know very much about blood types or surgery, but he could heal minor things for the humans, at least, and perhaps he could help them assemble equipment or move things.

"Every little bit helps," Mina murmured. "I used to be a field medic, you know. Meatball surgery. I've done operations without ether, patient screaming the entire time." She gave Bruce a meaningful look. "Not something I would ever recommend, if you can help it."

The screams were terrible and Mina, with the fortitude of stone, still heard them sometimes, if she happened to let her guard down for a moment or two.

Which was probably why she rarely lowered her hackles.

He shakes his head and backs up, giving Mina a grim look. "Yeah, I've been places where supplies are low to nonexistent. I haven't seen anything quite that bad, but... Children. That never really gets easier." He's also not very good at complications with pregnancy, or breaking the news that someone's mother died, but he'd rather not get into that one.

"Anyway -- I think the point is that we'd be glad for whatever help you can offer, Castiel." He tries to brighten his smile.

Castiel nodded thoughtfully. "I'll do what I can."

He did't believe there were any children here, at least not by the generally-accepted definition. There were a lot of humans, though. There were people like Bruce who could be easily hurt. Castiel didn't want to see anyone hurt if he could help it, but his priority was to his friends. Dean always came first, of course, but Sam and his siblings and now Mina and Donna. He would defend them however he had to.

"We all will," Mina agreed, with a surprising amount of sincerity, given how frivolous she generally liked to come off.

She examined the bandages on her arm. Bruce, she decided, was a wonderful doctor. Would make a lousy sailor. But they all appeared to be dry-docked for awhile.

Mina smiled and all traces of seriousness dissolved. "Well. You gentlemen should probably sleep. The great work begins tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow."

"Right." He rubs his hands together and then pockets his reading glasses. "Glad to be of help." Considering he was of such little help in preventing them from being hurt. He's especially glad he got a chance to make that up to Mina by helping her patch herself up.

"See you around. Especially since you're not dead anymore." He nods at both of them and makes his way for the door.

Castiel didn't sleep. He almost made a point of that before realizing that he was being dismissed. He could learn. Sometimes.

"Goodnight, Mina." He disappeared.

A toast to that invincible bunch, the dinosaurs surviving the crunch [OPEN]

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Oh, shit, I didn't know it was my turn. Sorry!

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