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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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[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.]

[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.]

[theguideless]

[Martin looks startled, staring at the bottle for a beat, then up at John. this is it?]

But...This isn't enough. Please, I...I--[he really doesn't want to have to keep bothering people. he presses his lips tightly together to hush a moment.]

Are you sure it can be more? Please?

[doctorly]

[John gives him a look before he takes the bottle back to fill half-way, he shouldn't be doing this. but the teen seems desperate and the doctor isn't sure how bad it can get if he doesn't have what he needs.]

If anything happens, any sudden sickness of something going wrong, you'll come and ask for me. Alright?

[this is said before he passes the bottle back.]

[theguideless]

[the bottle is snatched and quickly pocketed; Martin's afraid if he doesn't hurry, what little he's got will become less and he'll be screwed.

hastily:] Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. [not that he was even listening; he's sure that he gives the right response anyway! he's gotta get out of here. it already feels like some disapproving shade of his grandfather is breathing down his neck about this.

his hands feel for the door behind him, and once there's contact, he turns around and starts slinking out.]

Goodbye, sir.