Keeping an eye on the world going by my window [open]

[whatsolarsystem]

Who: whatsolarsystem and holmes_blogger . And, of course, YOU!
What: Sherlock being the most intrusive receptionist ever, John being the actual helpful doctor.
When: Now!
Where: The refugee clinic.
Warnings: ...Sherlock harassment?

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Re: RECEPTIONIST'S DESK

[nicotine_patch]

[have a rather ragged looking redhead enter]

[pick up a few waiting room magazines, stuff them matter of factly in his coat]

[and then walk up to the reception desk]

Need'a 'ppointment.

[whatsolarsystem]

[Sherlock remembers this face, though perhaps said face is looking a little more ragged than usual.]

[He cares not for the state of the magazines, and raises a brow at Badou.]

Problem?

[Not even a motion to the sign-in sheet.]

[nicotine_patch]

Man, I godda ton'a those.

[he pulls the magazines back out of his coat, slaps them on the desk]

[they are almost completely soaked with sticky red]

[whatsolarsystem]

[the red is such a staggering contrast to the rest of the room that it even almost catches Sherlock off guard, and he suddenly looks much less lethargic and much more alert.

And a bit more interested now that something is actually happening around here. (even if it's only mere potential.)

However, his good Doctor Watson is the one who gets to deal with this particular one. A shame. No time for screening.]

Ah. I can see that. Right then, no need to sign-in.

[he stands and then begins loudly calling out to his friend in a way that he knows John will respond quite quickly:]

John!

[holmes_blogger]

[And indeed, John suddenly appears in the waiting room.]

Sherlock, what...?

[Oh. Never mind. He can see what the shouting is about.]

Right. What happened?

[nicotine_patch]

[Badou cackles a bit, slumping more on top of Sherlock's desk]

[there'll be a nice stain when he leans back again]

[it's a raspy babble, adrenaline-rearing]

Still real funny, even though I know your name's Sherlock an' all... hiya, doc.

[a wide grin, and a cheerful red-handed wave]

[whatsolarsystem]

Well, John- [he begins, and even now his tone has its trademark dry sarcasm embedded in it] -you see, he seems to be bleeding all over the desk. Problematic, isn't it?

Figured you might want to have a look at him now instead of having him wait in the waiting room. Might not be much more waiting involved, in that case.

[nicotine_patch]

By the time you English fuckers get done say anythin', I could'a bled out ten times over. You got a smoke?

[pulling at Sherlock's suit pocket idly!]

[whatsolarsystem]

[Enjoy your handful of nicotine patches, then, Badou.]

You'll need more than cigarettes for what ails you.

[But never mind that, giving John a pointed glance, waiting for him to take the lead. Since he is the doctor around here.]

[nicotine_patch]

[oh my god what is this shit]

[are they stickers]

[are they bandaids]

[I refuse to accept these as cigarettes]

[starts clumsily peeling them apart, littering Sherlock's desk with the paper remains]

[attempting to plug up the holes in his body with these stickers]

[holmes_blogger]

[John was trying to get a look at the wound, but with all this fussing over cigarettes or the lack of he hasn't been able to get a good look.]

I think that would be a very bad idea. [He's going to try and take those patches away before Badou introduces nicotine into an open wound.]

If you two are done chatting... Can you walk a little farther to the exam room?

[nicotine_patch]

Yahhh, sure thing.

[yeah Badou's losing some motor functions right now, so you got lucky on the nicotine patches!]

[drops most of them to the floor, swaying after John semi-confidently]

[calls over his shoulder]

Seeya, Sherlock. Hahahaaahaha.

[nicotine_patch]

[and then he topples straight backwards, like a mighty red oak!]

[SLAM]

[whatsolarsystem]

Yes, yes. Off with you. [Though he might come off as apathetic, he's simply so confident in John's abilities to get Badou patched up that he's more concerned about the state of his desk at the moment.

I mean, really, look at all that blood.]

[He waves the both of them off.]

I'm here if you need me, John, if by any chance you're in need of particularly lopsided stitch-work.

[oh OOPS there goes Badou hitting the floor. Sherlock has the feeling that he's going to be promoted to nurse soon, and you can see it in his frown.]

[holmes_blogger]

Dammit. [John was in the process of moving to support Badou when he fell over.] Well, I guess we're doing this here.

[He kneels beside Badou and starts pulling clothing aside, looking for the wound(s). He also starts snapping orders to Sherlock. Force of habit.]

Sherlock, just inside the exam room there's an emergency kit by the door. Red box. Get some extra gauze too.

[whatsolarsystem]

[Yep. Promoted to nurse.]

What- [augh.]

[Fine, he'll do as he's told. Only because there's someone bleeding all over the floor. Doesn't mean he won't do it begrudgingly.]

I'm a consulting detective, not a nurse. Don't you have anyone else to throw orders around at?

[The emergency kit plus extra gauze is soon collected, nonetheless, and brought to the doctor.]