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[fratermaior]

[When the video clicks on, it shows a most shirtless Pendergast with his hair in his face and blood and grime flecking his person

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I'll just be over here doing FUCKALL

[kindly_done]

[Jack is exhausted and in pain, and despite training and instincts, he can only keep the image of his undead daughters out of his head for so long. Once they're in the dining room, he retreats to a corner--with two walls at his back, nothing can sneak up on him--and sinks into a tired, dejected crouch, head hung low, lit only by the glow from the EVE hypos at his belt.]

[echo_of_utopia]

Do you require medical assistance?

[kindly_done]

[He barely registers who it is that's talking to him, just holds up his right hand, half-bandaged fingers curled and quivering.]

My hand.

[echo_of_utopia]

[ She puts on gloves, removes the bandages and examines the hand, her frown deepening as she goes along. ]

Jack, I think this might be broken and... not recently either.

[ Reproachful look. ]

I cannot say for sure, but--

[ She rummages through her bag (a kind gift composed of some of Dr. Tam's supplies and things the raid from the closet yielded earlier) and fetches a syringe. ]

I will give you something for the pain now, but you ought to take this to the clinic as soon as the event is over.

[deniedanyexcuse]

[Did someone say they needed more shirtless pantsless shirtless "survivors"?]

[~ONE RESCUE MISSION LATER~]

[angel_junk]

[ ...the two of them finally land on the ground or violently drop, just one step short of plummeting.

Bhamba quickly lets go of Steinman, shoves him out of the way and throws off his jetpack before Bhamba it explodes. ]

Doctor? Is there a doctor here?!

[ He calls out into the dining hall while stepping through the window, dragging Steinman along. ]

[tiancai_doctor]

[You know very well that there's a doctor here, Bhamba, YOU HELPED RESCUE HIM, REMEMBER?

Simon grabs his medical bag and hurries overrrrr.]

Right here.

[deniedanyexcuse]

[Blood loss plus wild sexual thrills aerobatic feats plus manhandling minus pants doesn't make for the sort of first impression Dr. Steinman usually makes. He trails after Bhamba only long enough to-goodness, note that look of desperate relief at Simon's appearance-take a much needed seat on the nearest piece of furniture. He'll be dragged no farther.]

-thank you, I'll-if you let me-just... here. I'm fine here.

[Steinman makes an expression at Simon that would probably be a "pleased to meet you" smile if it weren't so exhausted. He's back to holding the bloody cloth to his head as if he's making sure his brains don't spill out. Perhaps he's doing just that. Seems unlikely.]

Please excuse my attire. And please tell me you're a surgeon?