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[evite]

( broadcasting live from the dark cave that is her bedroom, skye opts for the safety of semi-anonymous texting when facing the wide open world of the network. granted, her username is literally a pun on her name, so it's not exactly the most subtle option in the world... but she's sticking to it. she thinks she's funny, anyway. )

is there a doctor in the house?

( or, you know, on the moon. )

att: my arms are killing me.jpg
if you make house calls, i'll pay double.

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text: frankenstein

[jolting]

I can be there. Just text me your address.

[evite]

( maaaaaaaaaaaybe she should have been more specific when she said doctor. unless this dude's handle is an unfortunate nickname. )

i should probably preface this with the note that i don't actually want to sacrifice my body to science...

[jolting]

Ah. My name concerns you.

Yes, I'm Doctor Frankenstein. If that bothers you, I won't be offended. But I'm damn good at my job. I'm confident I can help you.

[evite]

you'd basically have to be living under a rock to not know the story
but i'm kind of in a pinch right now

if you promise not to try and turn me into more of a freakshow than i already am, i'll bite

( a pause, and then... )

metaphorically speaking, i mean

[jolting]

Not every world has my story.

I promise.

[evite]

i guess this is the part where you tell me your world has you instead?

( but alex is vouching for him, and alex has proven to be a friend. his promise is just a cherry on top. as for her address... well, skye does her best to send that privately. no need for extra eyes on her just yet. )

i'm in the singles wing. ninth floor, room 6. can't miss it.

[jolting]

Sure, take all the fun of it.

Got it. I'll be there in a few.

[evite]

that's me, fun-ruiner extraordinaire
i'm basically the olympic champ

[jolting]

Didn't know they gave out medals for that. The Olympics sure have changed.

[evite]

( is he serious? she's not sure if he's serious. )

that's progress for you
the music television channel stopped playing actual music, too

[jolting]

It's moments like these when I'm glad we were trapped in 1983. I don't want to live in a world without MTV music videos.

[evite]

how does somebody get trapped in what sounds like the dullest possible year ever
did you piss off the god of calendars?

[jolting]

It's easier to explain in person.

Or maybe not. Depends on what your world is like.

[evite]

my world is pretty fucking weird, to be honest
i can probably handle it

[jolting]

Then I guess it'll be story time when I come over to look at your arm.

[evite]

arms*
but i'll be here

( and she means that. she's not going anywhere, at least not until someone manages to get a better look at her injuries to help her figure out why she's in such high levels of pain. or, alternatively, until someone manages to offer up some sufficient black market meds. the good doctor's arrival will probably be earlier. )

thanks, by the way

[jolting]

I'm a doctor. It's my job.

Anyway, I haven't done anything yet. Save your thanks for after I've helped.

[evite]

10-4, doc
i'll leave the light on for you

[jolting]

[He made a few house calls during the virus outbreak so he has a bag all ready. He of course leaves a note for James and Lucy telling them where he'll be before heading off to the address]

[evite]

( skye is no stranger to medical observation. between foster kid check-ups, mandatory shrink visits, and her most recent stint in shield quarantine, she's familiar with the process of settling in to get checked out. once the good doc makes his way over and the door is opened, she holds out both arms for inspection, mouth drawn into a tight line. )

Thanks for coming, by the way. I really wasn't feeling up to public inspection at the local ER.

[jolting]

[He puts gloves on before he takes her arm for a closer inspection. He prods gently to check for pain or irritation]

I get it. I made plenty of house calls during the virus outbreak. But I still need to ask what you were doing just before this happened.

[evite]

( it's mostly pain. a lot of pain. touching her forearms earns unrestrained hisses of agitation, unintentional knee-jerk reactions as the microfractures under the skin are jostled in place. )

Working out? ( which isn't untrue, per se, but... well, it's not going to help her if he doesn't get a straight answer. her follow-up is a little begrudging, but she eventually offers: ) I can... vibrate things. Shake them. It mostly happens when I get upset, but I was trying to practice, you know. See if I could control it.

( she'd clamped down too hard at one point, and the vibrations had gone back up her own arms instead of out into the world around her. bad news. )

I guess I can't yet.

[jolting]

[He notes her reaction and carefully moves his hand away. He can guess what happened: she was trying to vibrate something and it went wrong, vibrating her body instead]

You're not going to like this, but I would really like to do an X-Ray of your arms to be sure there aren't any fractured bones.

[evite]

( he's right: she doesn't like it. )

I'm guessing you don't come equipped with X-ray vision, huh, doc. ( otherwise, he'd probably just... you know. look at her. ) Or that I have much of a choice.

( well, she's not going to get any better willing it to be so. she might as well follow the recommendations. )

Can we at least do this off the record? If there's a freak listing in this place, I really don't want to be on it.

[jolting]

That'd be handy, but no. And you do have a choice. I won't force you.

[He gives her a humorless smile] It's called doctor-patient confidentiality. Besides, I'd say I'm pretty freaky too. So your secret is safe with me.