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video: still not that kind of doctor

Tomorrow afternoon, we're hosting a class on the clinic on how to stabilize an injured person and then safely move the body, in an environment where the dead come back to life and where there's no serious expectation of sophisticated medical care.

It's going to be utilitarian and potentially grimly upsetting, but I suggest anyone with any kind of a stomach for it come to the clinic for noon. If you're conservative about touch, please bring a partner who you trust to manhandle you in body-lifting exercises. Of course you're welcome to opt out of that portion of the day, if need be.

Please bring donations of any medical supplies, if you can.

If you're new to Hadriel in the last couple of months, I'm Doctor Banner, I'm one of the clinic volunteers. I'm not technically a medical doctor, but since we lost Doctor Pierce, beggars can't be choosers. We've already covered wound care, risk of infection, and stitches and suturing. I'm happy to link you to that material, go over any of it in person, or continue stitching lessons for anyone who needs a refresher. If you'd like to see about volunteering in the clinic, please speak to me here, or get in contact with Kate- she's considerably more organized and better about the follow-through than I am.

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Slap that on the front door and we'd be in business.

We haven't met properly. What's your name?

Dean, forever the new guy. You?

Bruce. Nice to meet you, Dean, and welcome to Hadriel.

Welcome my ass, this place doesn't deserve a welcoming committee.

All right, well, come over and get to know where the clinic is, and we can welcome you here with a cup of tea.

It's always good to have our location scouted in advance.

Actually, y'know- knowing where the clinic is might be a damn good idea.

[Bruce gives him a few landmarks, and adds;]

It's brightly painted. You can't miss it.

Gimmie, I don't know- twenty? Shouldn't take too long.

See you then, Dean.

[ It doesn't take Dean too terribly long to get to the clinic and he has to admit, that knowing where this place is? Is a damn good idea, considering the penchant he has to fight monsters and get himself wounded in the process. Floss is really only so useful at stitching shit up--

Coming on in, Dean pokes his head around the corner, looking for the nearest person. ]

Hello?

Coming.

[Bruce calls, and emerges from a back room, with a tray of medical supplies in hand.]

Dean?

[ Have a wave and an introductory sort of half-smile. ] The one and only.

You found us.

[Not like it was hard. The place is painted white, with a mural of plants and woodland whatnots down around the bottom, and the words for 'clinic' and 'doctor' written in a dozen different languages in huge red letters up the side, including Punjabi and the ever classical Latin.]

Now prepare to be horrified by how under-equipped we are.

[ Dean wanders his way in a little further, poking his head around, checking things out. And sure, it looks under-equipped. But that's not entirely the point here, a fact that's somewhat obvious by the fact that Dean doesn't look distressed at the lack of... everything. ]

Honestly? I'm just kinda impressed that we've got a clinic at all- place doesn't exactly scream hospitality.

Well, that was us, not the gods.

[He points out, quietly.]

Early months, we had a military doctor with us- one who'd worked in a mobile army surgical hospital in Korea. That was also when we were having the most monster attacks- things have actually gotten a little better since, now we mostly dispense ace bandages for sprains from all the rubble, and burn cream for the fireflies this month.

Still, that's not too bad. I mean, i've given stitches with floss more times than I can count over the years- [ Dean, perhaps that isn't the best thing to admit to to someone you've just met.... but, whatever. Sharing is caring. ] -so the fact that we've got this place, fully stocked or not?

Already something to appreciate.

Please, please definitely do not give yourself dental floss stitches unless I am gone or down or big and green.

[Good Lord.]

[ Don't look at him look that!! ]

Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures. Not all of us have a clinic around every time we need one.

So I'm guessing you were... primary school teacher? PA?

[ Dean stares for a second... a really long second before he barks a single laugh. ]

Can you really see me standing in front of a classroom? I mean, 'a' is for asshole, right?

Accountant? Insurance claims adjustor?

[Bruce ventures, lightly.]

You might wanna quit before you hurt yourself. [ Though he might be smiling a bit because boy those are so off base it's unbelievably funny.

But yeah, okay- let's do this. Time for a reveal that he doesn't usually give away so easy but considering this place and its monsters? It seems sort of imperative to fess up quick. ]

I'm ah- i'm a Hunter.

And I take it you're not referring to ducks, bucks, or whatever else.

[Says Bruce, now a little more openly acerbic- he'd thought it'd be something like this.]

I got nothing against the cute furry critters, no.

[ Bring on the sarcasm, buddy. ]

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