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[guppy_sandhu]

It's never a good sign when you wake up on the floor. That'll teach Guppy to eat whilst walking around.

He sits up and winces, putting one hand to his forehead from which blood oozes. He looks at his fingers in surprise. Did he trip and knock himself out? Or pass out and fall?

Where am I? He glances around, blinking slightly.

Beat.

More to the point, who am I?

He pulls himself onto the seat and looks on his person. No identification in his wallet, but there's a picture. A happy looking group of four. His parents and grandparents perhaps? Some rubber gloves. A couple of cat biscuits. A stethoscope, now there's a clue. He picks up the coat he was carrying and looks in the collar, just on an offchance. And, he thinks, strikes lucky.

Okay, it looks like I'm Atton Rand... and possibly a vet.

With that question answered, he turns his attention to the blood dripping off his eyebrow... but he doesn't know what to do.

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[undignified]

Wes pauses as he passes by, and leans on the table, studying Guppy.

"You all right?"

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy looks up.

"I... I don't know. I don't know what to do."

[undignified]

"Drink," Wes says quite firmly. "You're in a bar, after all."

Honestly, though, this is his answer to a lot of things, when it's not shoot it or blow it up.

"Well, or get that cut looked at. Is it bad?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"I don't know, it's on my head. I can't see it. It's just... dripping. And I don't know how I got it."

He looks up at Wes with an expression like a lost puppy.

[undignified]

"Oh, maybe you drank enough already, then."

Wes wrinkles his nose and shifts around the table to look at the cut more closely, then grabs a couple napkins and hands them to Guppy.

"Doesn't seem too bad, but you'll wanna clean it up. Hey," he says to a waitrat, crouching down a little now. "Bring a glass of water and a bacta patch, okay? Thanks."

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy breathes onto his hand and sniffs it.

"I don't smell of drink. I smell of fruit... I'm not diabetic am I? Thanks."

He takes the napkins and starts dabbing experimentally at the cut.

[undignified]

Wes blinks and shrugs. "I don't know. You'd know if you were, wouldn't you? Or d'you not remember?"

He thanks the waitrat when it returns and puts the glass and bacta patch on the table, pushing the glass towards Guppy for now.

[guppy_sandhu]

"I... I don't really remember anything. Thanks."

He sips the water.

Then, as a brainwave, he rolls up his sleeves and looks for a medicAlert bracelet. Nothing there.

"If I were a diabetic I should have a bracelet in case I get found unconscious."

[undignified]

"Huh. Nothing?"

Wes tilts his head thoughtfully and studies Guppy again, pulling up a chair.

"What happened? ... But I guess you wouldn't remember that either. Here," he adds, pushing the bacta patch towards him this time. "Dunno if you'll need it really, but it'll kill any germs -- just open it and pull the tabs off; it should stick."

[guppy_sandhu]

"I know my name, and I think I might be a vet."

He picks up the patch, opens it, and tries to look up to see where to stick it. Except the cut's out of sight on his own head."

[undignified]

Wes sighs and takes the patch from him, then leans over to study his forehead for a second and stick the patch on over the cut. He presses on the edges gently to make sure it sticks, then leans back again and grins slightly.

"There. Now you'll stay in one piece. What's your name, then?"

He remembers Guppy vaguely, but considering he was drunk off his ass at the time... (He almost wants to call him 'Barty', but has a feeling he's getting mixed up a bit.)

[guppy_sandhu]

"Atton Rand." Guppy replies.

[azure-mercy.livejournal.com]

"Guppy?" Zhaan's rather alarmed when she comes in from the garden to find her friend and colleague on the floor, with drying blood on his forehead. "What happened to you?"

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy? Nickname perhaps. Maybe I keep fish.

"I... I don't know." he says, trying to remember who she is.

[azure-mercy.livejournal.com]

Zhaan can't sense any intense pain from his head wound, but that doesn't mean it isn't a bad one. Guppy's bewilderment would seem to indicate as much. She drops to her knees beside him. "You don't remember how you fell over?" she asks calmly. Even as she speaks, she's glancing at his pupils to make sure that they're both the same size, although she'll need a flashlight to make a proper examination.

[guppy_sandhu]

His pupils look fine. The cut, whilst bleeding profusely as head wounds do, looks to be superficial.

He shakes his head, wincing slightly. He feels dizzy.

[azure-mercy.livejournal.com]

"Stay still a moment," Zhaan says. She puts her hand on Guppy's and opens her shield a little, dropping her consciousness into the workings of his body. Fortunately, he does not seem to have a concussion or any other serious trauma: just a bad cut.

That doesn't explain his confusion, though. Perhaps he got a bad shock? Zhaan can't tell. Things in Guppy's mind are...unclear. She suspects that something else may be at work.

"Here," Zhaan says, standing up and then helping Guppy to his feet. "Let's go to the infirmary and do something about that cut."

[guppy_sandhu]

He looks unsteady as he gets up, the room spinning slightly.

"Um... where is it?"

[azure-mercy.livejournal.com]

Zhaan blinks at him, her face a mix of confusion and concern. "This way," she says, steering him in that direction. She's starting to wonder if perhaps her senses simply can't pick up problems in he brain, or at least the human brain.

[guppy_sandhu]

He heads over there, managing not to fall.

"Um... this is a little embarrassing but... who are you?"

[azure-mercy.livejournal.com]

Now Zhaan looks very worried as they head through the infirmary door. "Zhaan," she says. "I have been working here for almost two months. We see each other often." She realizes that there's an edge of panic creeping into her voice, and she tries to calm down as she sits Guppy on one of the beds. "I am going to use a scanner on you," she explains. "Then after I dress your wound, I am going to conduct some cognitive tests. You seem to be suffering from memory loss." A lot of memory loss.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Oh. I'm sorry Zhaan."

He nearly falls off the bed, his head still spinning horribly. He puts his hand to it, blood oozing over his eyebrow onto his fingers.

[azure-mercy.livejournal.com]

Zhaan gets out one of her own disinfectants from a cupboard, as well as a bit of gauze. She applies the one to the other and starts wiping the blood from Guppy's head. The stuff comes in an unfamiliar bottle and probably smells strange to Guppy, but it has the sting of peroxide.

"Do you want me to use a skin fuser, a bandage or some of my organic sealant?"

[sosectu-rior.livejournal.com]

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[guppy_sandhu]

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