Medical Advice
Title: Medical Advice
Author: TalliW
Characters: Tom Ryan, Ditzy, James Lester
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading.
Summary: Ryan has made a blunder
Irritated, Ryan sat down on the chair on the other side of the medic's desk. He had no clue why Ditzy had ordered him in his office. His next physical check-up wasn't due till next month and he hadn't been injured in the field lately.
"Captain Ryan," the medic started rather formally. "I’ve heard you have a problem with your eyesight."
"Huh?" Ryan asked, confused.
"Today I had to treat a very embarrassed civil servant for severe anal irritation. It seems a particular captain wasn't able to read the labels and therefore caused his partner serious discomfort. Damn it, Ryan, how often do I have to tell you guys not to use real gun oil for lubricant? Its components irritate the delicate mucosa. Do you know how bad it must have hurt to bring your lover to the point of paying me a visit?"
Ryan didn't dare meet Ditzy's eyes. With lowered head, he mumbled an apology, his thought’s caught up by Lester and the pain and embarrassment he'd caused him. He would have to be quite inventive to make up for his blunder.
Ditzy, apparantly satisfied with the result of his lecture, pushed a couple of rolled up posters towards Ryan.
"Put those up in the lower levels. Maybe that will prevent a few accidents. I’ve already had four similar cases this month."
Ryan unfurled one of the posters and heaved a sigh of relief. At least it wasn't Lester's sore arse on the posters.
Author: TalliW
Characters: Tom Ryan, Ditzy, James Lester
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to Fredbassett for beta-reading.
Summary: Ryan has made a blunder
Irritated, Ryan sat down on the chair on the other side of the medic's desk. He had no clue why Ditzy had ordered him in his office. His next physical check-up wasn't due till next month and he hadn't been injured in the field lately.
"Captain Ryan," the medic started rather formally. "I’ve heard you have a problem with your eyesight."
"Huh?" Ryan asked, confused.
"Today I had to treat a very embarrassed civil servant for severe anal irritation. It seems a particular captain wasn't able to read the labels and therefore caused his partner serious discomfort. Damn it, Ryan, how often do I have to tell you guys not to use real gun oil for lubricant? Its components irritate the delicate mucosa. Do you know how bad it must have hurt to bring your lover to the point of paying me a visit?"
Ryan didn't dare meet Ditzy's eyes. With lowered head, he mumbled an apology, his thought’s caught up by Lester and the pain and embarrassment he'd caused him. He would have to be quite inventive to make up for his blunder.
Ditzy, apparantly satisfied with the result of his lecture, pushed a couple of rolled up posters towards Ryan.
"Put those up in the lower levels. Maybe that will prevent a few accidents. I’ve already had four similar cases this month."
Ryan unfurled one of the posters and heaved a sigh of relief. At least it wasn't Lester's sore arse on the posters.