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[theguideless]

[backdated to the 3-4 a.m. hours after mission end/return!

just a brief video, though, because Marty's not having any of this. black rings under the eyes, a weary, frustrated look on his face...and one long huff as he manages to find the right button and switch that shit off.

text:]

John i need more of that medisin you gave me
Im sorry i didnt mean to run out so fast

Lee [lol Lea he can't spell] im sorry i dont think i can be a friend anymore
Sorry

Nobodys going to get to go back still are they?

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[undeadarmies]

You keep saying that but I don't get what you have to be sorry for

[theguideless]

A lot

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[doctorly]

[ love me some delicious backtags

meanwhile the doctor is currently walking through the lobby, slipping out of one of the rooms with a few papers in hand. most people were already being looked at or checked on so this was one of his moments where he can take the time to read up on anything that's wrong with a particular patient

that is until he spots the boy] Martin, I didn't know you were here. Sorry if I kept you waiting.

[theguideless]

[he stays frozen in his spot, fingers curling on the door he still held, staring very intently. he swallows, shaking into motion again, sagging a little and shaking his head.]

Mno, I wasn't...I just got here. [he bites down on the rest, trying to not seem as impatient and anxious as he was.]

[undeadarmies]

Like what?

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[gained_a_level]

[ Hours after this posting, Castiel squints into his device and begins typing: ]

Are you alright?

[theguideless]

[oh what
wow, Marty was certain he'd already alienated everyone who gave a damn by now...]

You dont need to worry about me

[theguideless]

I hurt a lot of people
I killed robin

[undeadarmies]

No you didn't!

You're not responsible for Robin

[theguideless]

If i hadnt been there it wouldnt have happende

[undeadarmies]

You can't blame yourself for that

[theguideless]

Things like that will keep happening around me they always do
I dont want to bother anybody anymore

[undeadarmies]

That's not something any of us could have controlled

It's not your fault

[theguideless]

It is
I have to go sorry

[doctorly]

Good then, ah here there's an empty room just nearby. I have the medication ready.

[but yeah not that easy, fortunately he easily sounds like he's just doing his job] First I'm going to have to do a check-up before I can prescribe them to you though, I have to make sure no damage was made since the last I saw you and take record.

[theguideless]

Wh— [Martin hesitates at the door, worried.] What...what do you mean, I. I just wanted to...get some more and...and go. Records for what?

[doctorly]

[he holds a hand up in a gesture to try and settle down the boy] Don't worry, it's just a simple check-up. I just need to look you over is all. Some people have reactions or changes due to medication, I just want to double-check and make sure you're okay.

[after he lets that sink in does he give a reassuring look] It'll only take a few minutes at most. Okay?

[theguideless]

But...[no. no, he doesn't...like this idea at all.] There's nothing wrong. Side-effects, or...or anything. Please, can I just..

[doctorly]

Sorry, I can't allow it without procedure. Doctor's rules. [WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH...]

[theguideless]

[he winces a little and frowns a lot for a length, until it's very evident he's not going to just get what he wants.

his shoulders sag and his head droops.]

...Yes, sir.

[doctorly]

[john nods, when it comes to the teen's own safety and care the doctor can't afford to feel bad for 'forcing' it upon him. plus it's true that he does need to do a check-up. it just also includes easing Bariyan's thoughts.]

This way then. [leading to a private room for Martin's comfort]

[theguideless]

Yes, sir.

[Martin sure isn't making his way over there swiftly or anything; someone might as well be playing a funeral dirge along the way.

and, of course, as he is the most helpful patient in all the known universe, he lingers as close to the door as he can get away with before being told not to.]

[doctorly]

[well the procedure consists mostly of taking his temperature, his heart rate, his lungs i.e breathing, and lastly is taking a bit of blood. everything is easy to do with wherever he stands (other than the needing to sit down so he can hear his lungs more easily.) plus it all goes by very quick.

but now he's come to needing to take his blood and he knows with the newer technology he only needs a prick.

he should alert Martin to what he's gonna do, but he knows it'll only lead to questions and if he wants for it to be over soon.. well.] This will only take a second.

[QUICK PRICK MARTIN, SORRY DON'T FREAK OUT.]

[theguideless]

[a little too warm, a little too fast, a little too shaky...Marty doesn't really get good grades in anything, so why should he get them in a funky little physical?

he's still rubbing the spot where the stethoscope had been at that point, frowning forever and giving the next item a suspicious stare.

and fortunately, instead of another overreaction, Martin just kind of...keeps staring post-pinprick, though more baffled than before.]

Uh, why...?

[doctorly]

[oh. okay. that went better than he expected. but he's already starting to put everything away, he'll need to run to see if he really is fine and not sick. but.. he isn't sure what he'll learn or find out.

still, he shows a smile. sssshh reassuring.]

Part of the check-up, it'll help ensuring you're okay.

[he fills the case with just a few, handing it to him.]

Once I get the results, and your body is responding fine, I'll be sure to fill it all the way. I'll contact you then. Alright?

[sorry martin, another visit soon enough.]