Battered and bruised (mechanic!verse RP)

[captainjimk]

He'd entered the business when he was young. Come out of army training early because he had a problem with authority and following orders, but had learned enough in the ranks as a fresh-out-of-highschool kid that he knew he wasn't ever going to be able to go back to a nine-to-five in some cubicle. So he'd gone looking for those in need of his

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[drlmccoy]

Never let it be said that Leonard McCoy wasn't a gruff, stubborn sonuvabitch because he most assuredly was and was not apologetic, in the least, about it. He came by it honestly, though, since his mother was the same damn way and he always did take after her. It helped him when he was growing up in small town in Georgia where tempers were high, tolerance was low, and good ol' boys liked to pick fights whenever they could. Len had the kind of wit that made his sharp tongue a deadly weapon and got him into more trouble than it got him out of, but it served him well and kept him from losing himself to the pressures of first high school then college

[captainjimk]

Two minutes into pounding on the door and the adrenaline of the night was fading and Jim was more leaning on the door than trying to knock it down. And just before he was about to give up and head back to the chevelle parked haphazardly on the curb, the door swung open to reveal a man he wasn't exactly expecting.

When Jim thought of doctors he pretty much pictured clean cut, all American jocks or older balding men with glasses that didn't sit properly on their faces. He did not often think of men his height with stubble and scars and looking like he'd just woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

And then he was being rough-handled and shoved down a hallway without so much as a hello and shoved onto an exam table.

"Your bedside manner is a little lacking," He finally admitted, even as he pressed his hand tighter against the steadily bleeding wound in his shoulder.

[drlmccoy]

That earned a snort and the hairy eyeball for all of two seconds before Leonard was filling a syringe of local to be jammed just beside the hand that was trying, and failing, to hold the blood at bay. He didn't have time to be gentle or comforting when idiots like him decided to get themselves beat up one end and down the other, and show up on his doorstep wanting help instead of going to the ER.

"You want nice words and gentle hands then you're in the wrong place," He all but growled back, voice heavy from sleep and accent thick. "Keep the pressure for a second or two more while I get somethin' to replace that...towel? Don't move around either."

[captainjimk]

"Shirt," He corrected, raising an eyebrow at the accent but not commenting. It was pleasant to hear though, and he did actually do what he was told to, his entire body relaxing as the pain from the bullet wound finally lessened. "Think the damn thing's still in there too,"