Part 2 of the "What If" series.
Accidents happen even to the best and brightest, and that’s why he’s in the A&E, about to be treated for the nasty knife wound in his forearm. Bartitsu can only help you avoid blows to the torso; it’s your forearms that usually bear the worst of the damage.
What really hurts is the thought that this happened during a quest for his brother. As much as he detests and mocks his brother, he usually helps him - after much negotiation, of course - when asked.
Normally he wouldn’t think of this place, he dreads NHS medics and any other day he would head home and let himself be patched up by hands he trusts, but as it is, he’s bleeding profusely and he happens to like this suit and...
...This one doctor is interesting. Largely overqualified, would earn more as a GP but apparently boring doesn’t work for him. Ex-military, wounded in action, obviously Afghanistan but better ask him about that one, spooking him wouldn’t do - omniscience can easily trip one from amazement into paranoia.
The tedium of his day is much alleviated by the spark of a rather unprofessional interest in the doctor’s eyes.
Over the stitches he plots how to keep this man close without compromising his Work.
“So you’re looking for a flat-share? There’s a room at my brother’s....”