It was hard to know whether or not talking to Leonard was even worth his time, since it wasn't as if he could make an impression on the man besides what he chose to write down about him. On the other hand, the guy was clearly very focused on his own notes, so maybe it did make some sort of impact in the end. Granted, the guy didn't amount to much more than a way to pass the time unless they ended up working together, but that was something he'd have to consider for later.
There was also the fact that they shared more than a few things in common, but that wasn't necessarily a good reason to keep talking to the man, especially if each conversation was going to be a repeat of the one before it.
Well, he'd play it by ear. As the man walked into the Sun Room, he saw that they were setting up a projector to play... King Kong, right? He wasn't sure why the patients had voted for that one, but it wasn't like he'd bothered to vote in the first place. When it came down to it, this was really his best option for where to spend the shift. The
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A doctor. Great. Like McCoy, then. Harvey realized that he shouldn't have been so begrudging of someone who could probably help him repair the damage that had been done, but what no one seemed to realize was that there was no going back. Even if the most top-of-the-line surgery was used to make his face look almost as good as knew, that wouldn't undo what had been done. That wouldn't bring Rachel back.
But now he'd obviously pushed the other patient into full-on doctor mode, and Harvey glared while scooting away from the man. He didn't need the guy trying to pull up his bandages or something. While it would be good for the wound to breathe, chances were the nurses would end up blaming it on him.
The question was too insulting for him to ignore, though. "What, do you think I spilled acid on myself or something?" he asked with a huff. "No, and it wasn't exactly an accident, either." The Joker had planned it, even if Harvey hadn't -- and that was something he would regret for the rest of his life.
"It wouldn't be the first case I've seen," Ratchet said. He'd dealt with enough Cosmic Rust victims and various other chemical mishaps to write a text on the subject. With illustrations. "Look, if you're not going to just tell me what happened, then I have to guess. So don't take it so personally."
He hated it when patients decided to get cryptic with him. "Alright. If it wasn't exactly an accident, what was it?" Ratchet wasn't about to play 'guess the cause' all solar cycle. He was about ready to peel back that gauze covering and see for himself what was going on.
Maybe he was just being paranoid, but it seemed like the guy was getting closer and closer to just taking a look for himself. Crossing his arms over his chest protectively, Harvey had to wonder if there was anything he could do to get the man to just lay off. Maybe calling a nurse over, but the last thing he wanted to do was deal with the staff. He got enough of them hovering over him already. He wasn't in the mood to play the victim.
"There was an explosion," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. If the guy was curious as to how that wasn't an accident, then he'd just have to fill in the blanks himself. It was probably going to look bad (most people wouldn't blow someone up without a reason, but The Joker wasn't most people), but he didn't really care either way what this guy thought of him.
"Oh. I see." So, his initial assumption had been wrong. He knew just enough about organics to know that an explosion wouldn't cause the same type of damage to them as it would a Cybertronian, but beyond that he had no idea. There could be anything under that covering. "You're lucky you weren't damaged further." Honestly, the thought of a fragile little human surviving such a thing was impressive.
Ratchet still wondered about that 'not an accident' bit, but as a medic it wasn't his place to pry into that no matter how much he wanted to know. He was for fixing; that was all.
Lucky. Lucky. Harvey almost started to laugh at the word. Hadn't he always thought he'd had his own luck in the palm of his hand? So much for that. No, what had happened to him had been a result of very bad luck, not to mention getting in over his head. He'd always been willing to stick his neck out, but that whole situation became further complicated when he had other people to worry about besides himself.
In the end, his bravado and confidence hadn't gotten him very far. He shook his head. "Lucky isn't the word I'd use," he said eventually, just barely keeping his tone calm. Part of him couldn't help wondering if he would have been better off dead.
Rachel hadn't wanted to go on without him. Why was he expected to do the same?
There was also the fact that they shared more than a few things in common, but that wasn't necessarily a good reason to keep talking to the man, especially if each conversation was going to be a repeat of the one before it.
Well, he'd play it by ear. As the man walked into the Sun Room, he saw that they were setting up a projector to play... King Kong, right? He wasn't sure why the patients had voted for that one, but it wasn't like he'd bothered to vote in the first place. When it came down to it, this was really his best option for where to spend the shift. The ( ... )
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But now he'd obviously pushed the other patient into full-on doctor mode, and Harvey glared while scooting away from the man. He didn't need the guy trying to pull up his bandages or something. While it would be good for the wound to breathe, chances were the nurses would end up blaming it on him.
The question was too insulting for him to ignore, though. "What, do you think I spilled acid on myself or something?" he asked with a huff. "No, and it wasn't exactly an accident, either." The Joker had planned it, even if Harvey hadn't -- and that was something he would regret for the rest of his life.
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He hated it when patients decided to get cryptic with him. "Alright. If it wasn't exactly an accident, what was it?" Ratchet wasn't about to play 'guess the cause' all solar cycle. He was about ready to peel back that gauze covering and see for himself what was going on.
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"There was an explosion," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. If the guy was curious as to how that wasn't an accident, then he'd just have to fill in the blanks himself. It was probably going to look bad (most people wouldn't blow someone up without a reason, but The Joker wasn't most people), but he didn't really care either way what this guy thought of him.
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Ratchet still wondered about that 'not an accident' bit, but as a medic it wasn't his place to pry into that no matter how much he wanted to know. He was for fixing; that was all.
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In the end, his bravado and confidence hadn't gotten him very far. He shook his head. "Lucky isn't the word I'd use," he said eventually, just barely keeping his tone calm. Part of him couldn't help wondering if he would have been better off dead.
Rachel hadn't wanted to go on without him. Why was he expected to do the same?
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