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Parker is bleeding through the bandage on his arm and starts to say, "Jack, do we have any more...?"

Frowning, he looks around. Bar. Not Italy. Med supplies?

"Hey, can I have some more bandages?"

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[ostro_goth]

A young man, with a wounds sustained in fighting, most likely.

"One hears they have an infirmary in this place," Teja supplies, in passing.

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Parker shakes his head.

"If you're stubborn enough sometimes Bar'll give you supplies. She's not completely heartless."

[ostro_goth]

"Are the healers in this place truly that bad? I only met one of them, and not in his role as a healer, either," Teja says. "Where are you hurt?"

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Parker picks up the new bandages and rewraps his cut, long and rough down his arm.

"Nah. They aren't bad at all. I just think that doctors are a waste of time when you can do something on your own."

[ostro_goth]

Teja looks at the cut; in all the wars, he's seen many injuries.

"That's not too bad, if there is no infection," he says. "In my time, any man would have taken care of that himself, too. But I gather your time rather prefers the service of a healer or surgeon."

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"Why spend money on something that happens naturally? It's a cultural thing, to make us depend on cultural constructs."

He waves a hand, "Why do I need HMOs? Because I need hospitals because that's where all the Doctors are."

[ostro_goth]

"What are HMOs?" Teja asks.

"I died in the year 552 of Christian reckoning; those weren't invented in my time."

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"It's a company. It's a company that sells health."

Parker sticks tape onto the gauze.

[ostro_goth]

"And all the healers have to work for them?" Teja asks, astonished. "It must be a cruel world that you live in."

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

The bandages, when they appear, are snatched up easily enough - her fingers are pale and soft and know rather well how to do this, the motion itself is familiar.

"Hello," she murmurs, eyes up underneath her lashes and smiling softly. "Nothing is too terribly wrong, I hope?"

Short and slightly fussy is rather par for course, really.

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Parker pulls off the current bandage revealing a rough cut.

"Nah. Jack's not too pissed so it can't be too bad."

[ooc: sorry was called away for longer than I thought.]

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"That is a good enough standard, I am thinking."

A bright laugh, up on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek and then back down again to continue fluttering and fixing - gently, all butterfly touches and careful fingers.

The grin crinkles the corners of her eyes, "And I do not particularly mind taking care of you a little."

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"Well, as long as you don't mind."

Parker nods, and leans a little into her touch.

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"It makes me feel useful," she chirps - far more bright-edged than she's been in a long time - still smiling widely. "As I am rather terribly fond of you, and you seem to need a nursemaid every once and a while."

Her skin thrums a little as it skitters around the bandaging, quietly pleasant.

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"Miss you," Parker says. "You should come by more often. Sometimes I think Jack needs someone he knows around."

[lethe-forgets.livejournal.com]

"Could I?" her chin ducks a bit reflexively and she feels almost silly for asking immediately after she's done it. "I mean, I would - of course, I would - love to."

One more quick tug and a light twist to finish, but her fingers stay in place.

"I did not really wish to impose or anything. I just -" a sheepish laugh. "Oh, I miss you both too. Which makes me rather ridiculous for not just showing up, I suppose."

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"We'd love to have you," Parker shakes his head.

"Sometimes..."

He looks distant for a second.

"He loves me, you know? I think sometimes he forgets what it was like here, though."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

Jack bumps into him from behind, not looking where he's going, and makes a faintly annoyed sound when he sees the bar.

"Running water would have been helpful."

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Parker begins pulling off the bandage he has on.

"Well, we get some nice bandaids."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

"That's true. And we should get more for home. I think that was the last of them. Lord knows, we go through them."

He goes to the bar, and orders bandages for Parker, and water, and...

"Something stronger, Parker?"

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"Tequila," Parker says, sitting.

He begins putting the new bandages on with one hand.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

"Tequila for two."

He'll forgo his vodka this once. Special occasion, and whatnot.

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Parker offers over his arm.

"Don't get drunk on me, someone has to make sure I don't bleed out."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/]

"You're not going to bleed out," Jack says, reasonably, reaching for the bandages and positioning Parker's arm so that it's in good light. He works very, very gently.

"And I'm not going to get terribly drunk. Besides, you ordered it."

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"You made it for two," Parker points out, doing a shot and then washing it down with some beer.

"How was rehearsal?"