video: still not that kind of doctor

[zen_en_vert]

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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[zen_en_vert]

Monsters.

And if you were talking to one now?

[kickingand]

[ That gives him a significant amount of pause, his brow slowly furrowing as his head cocks, as if trying to see the situation from a different perspective. Because now he doesn't know what he's dealing with and he's gotta wonder how worried he should be. ]

Depends on what they're dishin' out.

[zen_en_vert]

I had a lab accident a few years ago.

[Bruce explains, putting his back to the wall, folding his arms over his chest, looking as serene and calm and small as possible.

Yes, he is that Bruce Banner.]

[kickingand]

... A lab accident.

[ Wait. Wait. Spiderman would never call himself a monster, and he had a lab accident too, right? So who-- Oh my GOD. ]

You mean a lab accident inside a real lab with the chemicals and the white coats and the-- [ Take a deep breath Dean Winchester. ] Gamma radiation?

[ Don't mind the fact that he's grinning like a very excited small child. ]

[zen_en_vert]

Yes, actually. It's very dangerous stuff to be exposed to.

[But all the same, that's a weird coincidence to bring up. Bruce is watching him closely now.]

It gave me trouble with- you could say my temper?

[kickingand]

[ Cue Dean looking absolutely gleeful - fuck the monster crap, his fists all but ball from utter excitement, taking a few wandering steps closer with about all the intrigue in the world because while he knows better when it comes to meta and its role in his own life, he can't help himself. ]

You're the Hulk, aren't you. Aren't you. [ Don't deny him this happy moment. ] I mean- the real live Incredible Hulk, the big green guy?

[zen_en_vert]

...you're from my world?

[Says Bruce, eyes immediately going wide in surprise.]

I mean, you know us? Iron Man, and the other Avengers?

[kickingand]

[ WHAT IS THIS DAY, it is the best day. If Dean could just fall on the floor and roll around he would but at least he has a modicum of dignity to his name.

Ish.

Sort of.

But really, he should know so much better than this. He has books written about his own life and that wasn't fun to discover but he has terrible blabber-mouth syndrome and he just can't help himself. ]

No, I just- Y'know. I've heard things. Good things- well, maybe not good, but you know what I mean right?

[zen_en_vert]

You're not from my world, but you have heard things.

[He echoes, flatly, eyebrows ticking up.]

[kickingand]

[ Just gonna cough a few times and then clear his throat innocently enough, waving one of his hands a bit as he starts to explain: ]

So, okay- i'm back home, right? Bout five years ago now, on a case, we find out there's these books called Supernatural. Got this weird cult following, and the thing is? These crappy ass books are about me and my brother. Our whole lives, the whole damn things. They've even got these... conventions that people go to. About us.

I mean, we found out a prophet'd been writing 'em, but still. People out there thinkin' we're just characters in a book.

[zen_en_vert]

Sounds like Steve and the Captain America comics.

[Bruce observes, though of course that's a little different- Cap was created to be a star spangled man with a plan, a pr figure, a deliberate subject of that sort of thing.

Dean, on the other hand, seems to have just found out one day that people have read about his life.

It's on this thought that the penny drops, and Bruce's eyebrows shoot up into his hairline.]

No.

[kickingand]

[ Dean waits for it. And waits for it.


Aaaand waits for it, and-- Oh. There it is. That moment of horrified recognition, when you've been confronted with the fact that your life is on display for mass media consumption. Dean gives a slow, heartfelt sort of nod and grimaces almost apologetically. ]

We've got movies.

[zen_en_vert]

Those can't be any good.

[Is his watery little prediction. He finds himself sitting down into a chair, rather suddenly.]

'Oh look, a terrible idea,' hit hit smash smash.

[kickingand]

They're great actually, I mean-- box office... smashes...

[ Dean.

He just clears his throat a little bit, not having the benefit of Sam being here to smack him upside the head when he says something utterly stupid. ]

[zen_en_vert]

No. No. No.

[Says Bruce, with his head in his hands, fingers working through his hair. Wow.]

Christ Almighty.

[kickingand]

[ Dean's just gonna wait it out this time and try not to say anything.

Try being the operative word.


And watch him fail. ]

Honestly, I dunno if it's something you ever get used to.

[zen_en_vert]

Yeah, and- do me a favour? Keep this one under your hat?

[He says, still strangled.]

I've got colleagues here who- well, we should spare them this.

[kickingand]

[ Man, Dean is only half paying attention to your request-- ]

You have colleagues here?

[zen_en_vert]

Just Steve, technically, but that's why I don't want to have this get around. People come here from different times in their lives, and right now Steve Rogers hasn't seen the start of his part in the war. He kind of has no idea what he's in for, or the waves that he's going to make once he becomes the Captain.

I'd like to preserve that for him.

[kickingand]

[ Alright, alright- Dean nods a few times at this reply, scrubbing his face for a moment before he finally gives in to the request. ]

You got it, no fessing up to Captain America

[zen_en_vert]

Thank you.

[He says, still a little taut- but honestly.]

It's a shame Tony isn't here any more. He would have loved this.

[kickingand]

[ Ahah. Dean almost laughs at that, shrugging kind of awkwardly. ]

Nothing like a fanclub to boost your ego. Or remind you that there's way too many crazy people in the world.

[zen_en_vert]

Oh my god.

[Says Bruce, and;]

I'm going to just- to just put the kettle on.

[kickingand]

Y'know, probably a good idea.

[ Tea heals all wounds. Or... so he's heard. ]

[zen_en_vert]

Okay. Okay, Dean.

[He says, while he moves water around.]

So you had said you had some medical knowledge?

[Reaching for normalcy.]