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27 | Surgeon | The Blue Moon

[averywolffemd]

smiles

who do you go to for comfort?

Bernice. Because I can’t always call my mom. If I have something medical going on, I’ll talk to Eli.

@bernicehector @iwasposeidon

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👍 (Noah!)

Noah and Avery FaceTime each other constantly. They’ll FaceTime when they just wake up, when they’re on the ship, or when they’re walking to meet each other, or if they’re in two different parts of the same villa.

[sophiaofcanada]

Sophia was chuckling to herself. She’d just remembered the funniest joke and had to tell it to everyone she was coming in contact with. “Hey, why don’t seagulls fly over the bay?” 

“Because then they’d be bagels. You can’t tell me that’s not good. I challenge you to come up with a better joke than that.”

[averywolffemd]

Avery snorted. It wasn’t every day a princess came up to him and had a shitty pun joke to share. “What’s a dentist’s favorite time of day?” he countered.

“Tooth-hurty.”

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We’re Family (Avery: Closed) @averywolffemd

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bernicehector:

At the end of the day Peter had been found underneath Bernice’s bed. His current home was a wooden chest she kept at the foot of her bed. It was adequate at best. She had tried to salvage some of his previous decor to make seem more like home. But it was nothing like had been before.

“I’m sorry Peter,” she told him, as she knelt beside the open chest. 

Bernice heard someone come into her villa and she stood up from the floor to see who it was. Her usual cross expression softened once she saw it was Avery. As soon as she approached him she put her arms around him.

“Where have you been? I thought I’d see you sooner than this,” she told him. She was relieved to see him but a little disappointed that it had almost been a day since the storm.

Avery was glad to hear Bernice returned safely to the island. She missed the storm, but he’d still been worried that Alba could have hit her ship on the way back to the island. Thankfully that didn’t happen. Once the patients that showed up to the infirmary were stable enough for him to sneak away for a quick meal and a shower, he knew he needed to check in with her. 

“I know, I’m sorry.” He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. “A lot of people got hurt, so I’ve been treating patients since...” He thought back over the past day and a half, starting when they were allowed out of their shelters. He’d barely seen the sunlight before helping set up the infirmary and taking patients.  “Forever, I guess. This is the first time I could get away.” Avery let out a yawn, suddenly realizing how tired he was after only getting a two hour cat nap in during the chaos.

“Oh, your place... looks awful. How’s Peter?” Avery prepared himself for Bernice to tell him that Peter was gone, which was about par for the course for the storm’s aftermath.

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up all night [eliah]

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eliah.

“Oh,” Eli said, “Yeah, you have a point there. Maybe it’d be good to have a royal question the royals. Maybe keep them away from the piretes’ information though so we don’t give them leverage for when this whole-,” he made a vague gesture in the air, “Situation is over.” He pushed the paperwork aside, it was a mess already so it didn’t matter, and righted himself managing to catch his laptop before it fell to the floor. He pulled his legs up onto the couch and crossed them under him, shoes and socks long discarded somewhere. He looked at the other man, “You know you can head to bed, I can finish up here,” he offered.

“Hell no. Uh-uh. You don’t get to be the hero that pulls an all nighter to get this done,” Avery teased him. He drank more of the coffee as if to prove he wasn’t going to bed. His body felt tired, that kind of exhaustion that made you feel like your face was going to fall off, but his mind was actually wide awake. Eli mentioning “leverage” got him thinking about the actual reason the royals were here in the first place, a topic that Avery still wasn’t comfortable with. “We’re used to guarding this confidential info. I’d rather have even a basic chart to work off of than having to guess at everything. ‘Cuz one of these days, we’re gonna have an actual emergency.” Avery dreaded that, but it was bound to happen. 

Settling into the couch, Avery watched as Eli got more comfortable. He put his arm over the back of the couch and rested his head in the crook of his elbow. If he closed his eyes, he was fairly certain he’d fall asleep. “Who would you ask to help? I know of a princess that seems sensible. Malle, I think? She asked for a tetanus booster. Warmed my cold, clinical heart.”

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zaya.

“That would actually be just horrible,” Zaya chimed in to the person. The crowned princess happen to overhear a conversation over how awesome it would be if the events in the Mummy franchise really did happen. “do you have any idea how awful that is? I mean–why would anyone wish for such evil to be real?” The woman didn’t know if it was because she was raised in Egypt, but Zaya had learned from a young age to avoid places that had the words forbidden, curse, or immediate death in the writing of a tomb or something. Though the princess didn’t really have much room to talk for as she gotten older, her curiosity began to get the best of her and overlook such words. “No offense, but you just won’t survive in a Mummy movie.” 

“Ohh, I see how it is. Uh-uh. You can’t pull that with me.” Avery grinned playfully at Zaya. “Mummies aren’t that scary, if you think about it. They’re so fragile, they’re practically dust. I could totally defeat a mummy in mortal combat.” Avery folded his arms in defiance. “Unless you’re telling me curses are real. I don’t mess with plagues of locusts. You can keep that shit.”

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up all night [eliah]

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eliah.

He eyed the computer with suspicion. He had gone the better part of his life without technology and when he finally had access to it, he had spend months reading and studying it. He had managed to stay off the grid that far and he wasn’t about to let that change. Still, Eli did trust Avery’s judgement and if this was indeed actual medical grade software he supposed it secure enough. However, he did plan to conveniently “forget” to add his own personal records into the program.

Eli nodded his thanks as Avery handed him his coffee.His overtired brain registered Avery having a point, still he was a bit disappointed he couldn’t go terrorize his fellow doctors. “I suppose it’s okay if we are just going to have them fill a survey or something,” he brought the cup under his nose intent to enjoy the aroma out of habit but soon regretted it, apparently he hadn’t learned from the four or five times before that their coffee quality was shit, “Otherwise bringing in non-professionals would create confidentiality issues. We have a higher chance of people actually telling the truth if there is someone in a white coat asking the questions,” he didn’t think this bunch would confess other than a hay-flu and broken bones to a civilian, meanwhile leaving things like mental health issues and STDs off record.

Avery considered Eli’s point regarding volunteers with a thoughtful hum. “Maybe, maybe not. I’m worried the royals won’t tell us anything since we... you know.” Avery let out a tired sigh and sank back into the couch. “I think patients being forthcoming depends on a lot of things. Some people don’t want to talk to a white coat. If we ask a couple of royals, maybe some particularly trustworthy ones, to help do some surveys, or at least work on the paperwork, that could help ease the tension.” Avery blinked. Then he blinked again, and this time his eyelids were much slower to open up again. A long, drawn out yawn followed. “Or we keep operating under the status quo, flying by the seat of our pants every day.” He turned and looked at Eli with a sheepish smile. “That sounds okay right now. I’m tired.”

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zyra.

“ Oh I’m sure we could do a little better then that,” Zyra began playing along with Avery. “ I mean we are on the water, that’s at least another ten grand right there.” she finished before bursting into laughter nudging Avery with her hip, quieting a bit Zyra took a look around the room. “ I think water damage is the worst of it. I’ll have to check my computer since it was still plugged in during the storm and there is the furniture that’s ruined that’s going to have to go.”  The place need work but for the most part it was still livable at least it will be once she got new things.

“ Your sure, I really don’t want to put you out. As fun as the dungeon is, I really don’t want to sleep down there for longer then a day or so,” she didn’t know why the dungeon put her on edge but it did. She could handle it for a couple of days but after that… it wouldn’t be pretty. “ Four people in one villa… it’s definitely going to be fun to watch the chaos but you should be fine you’ll be surrounded by women.” she winked.

Zyra frowned, “ Why would she take scissors?” Zyra shook her head not understanding why his royal would do that but she figured maybe she was just a brat. “ The ones I’ve met so far are fairly easy to get along with, but there are bad apples in any group I guess.” she shrugged. “ Yeah we have been busy,” she paused peeking over at him “ We never use to be so busy we didn’t talk to each other though. I miss us…hanging out and spending time together.”

Avery was glad to see Zyra laughing, even as they stood in her trashed villa. The storm took a lot out of everyone, himself included. Seeing Zyra in good spirits made Avery feel a certain way, a little warm in the cheeks, a little flutter in his chest. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been alone with her. He folded in his lips and looked away, still smiling. He saw some water-soaked magazines at his feet and he went to grab a trash bag to start cleaning up what couldn’t be saved.

“Two princesses and a pirate,” Avery mused when Zyra pointed out he’d have three women in his house. “That’s like the start of a bad porno right there,” he snickered. “It’s gonna be crowded, but better than the dungeons. We’ll be fine.”

Avery knelt down and scooped up some unidentifiable trash on the ground to throw away. “Emira sews? I guess? I didn’t expect her to know how to sew. She’s been making clothes.”

Zyra’s honesty made the heat in his face even worse, and his heart rate spiked. “Me too. It’s been a long time since we’ve...” Avery brushed off his hands, which were now very dirty with the kind of nasty slime that came with flood damage. He lifted his eyes and looked at Zyra, at a loss for words. What was he about to say? Better play it cool. “We haven’t hung out since we broke up.” Okay, that was probably the worst thing he could have said. “So this is--this is really nice.” Avery just admitted crawling around on Zyra’s floor and picking up trash was nice. Well, it was. “Minus the trash. I can keep cleaning up in here if you want to pack up your things for my place?”

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emira.

Studying his face as he mentioned the scissors she got the impression he didn’t like her using them. The brunette however couldn’t find it in her to care overly much. God what was all the fuss over a pair of scissors over? While she might loan stuff of his, she was not a cleptomaniac, she always put them back where they belonged. “Of course I put them back. The scissors in your kitchen drawer are used to cut tendons and bones? I feel for your poor patients if thats the case.” She replied with an amused undertone, shaking her head a little. Oh he had the right of it, being cautious. If she got her hand on anything resembling a weapon then she would surely stow it someplace safe for later use. If the royal fleet found its way here and chaos ensued, she would be ready to plunge anything sharp into the neck of any pirate trying to hinder her escape. 

While the princess didn’t think those words required a reply, though she paid close attention as he went to dig out fabrics she could use. Of course lighter fabrics than cotton would have been preferable, but cotton was what seemed to be the main fabric on this island. Catching the clothing he was throwing in her direction, Emira took stock of what she was given, already thinking about how to best alter and cut these garments to suit her body and her needs. “Darn, and here I was hoping you’d be a cross dresser. Now that would have made this tons easier.” she could not help but shoot back with a teasing grin. 

At this point sewing when she could had become a nice way to pass time. It was not as if she were going anywhere or had places to be. And with restless hands and a very restless mind, Emira was all too happy to spend her time making her own clothes. Even if sowing took time. Even if her father would have berated her until she was flush with her own anger for being spoken to so crudely. “It is but then he had high expectations and aspirations for me. And I can absolutely make a lot out of sheets that size. Lovely color too. I appreciate it.”   

“Me? Cross dress? Not with this waist,” he joked. Avery was much skinnier than he had been when he was younger. He didn’t get much of a chance to work out with how busy things were with the influx of royals and the storm on top of everything. Probably the only time he did anything active was when he helped Noah renovate his villa.

He shared her grin and then looked down at his feet. He didn’t know what to think of the princess when he first met her, but after inviting her into his villa he decided she was kind of annoying. Maybe because she was a princess that found herself suddenly without the staff of people that tended to her every need. Avery tried to be accommodating. The thing was, Avery had a hard enough time taking care of himself. He frequently skipped meals, went without sleep, and spent long hours working. Emira made him think about something other than work, and he supposed that could be a good thing. All said, he felt kind of... bad for her, but he wouldn’t dwell on that.

“No problem,” he said to her remark about the sheets. He nodded at her words about her father. Avery counted himself lucky that the thing he wanted to do seemed to align with his parents’ expectations. Well, up until becoming a pirate. “If it’s any consolation, I’m a huge disappointment to my whole family.” Maybe Avery dangled the carrot of being a successful career doctor in front of them and then dashed it when he went rogue.

“Have you eaten yet? I was going to make some lunch if you want some. Maybe you can tell me what you plan on making with those sheets.” Avery smirked at her. “People might look at us funny if you’re just wearing my clothes.”

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up all night [eliah]

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eliah.

He narrowed his eyes. He was halfway down the couch, his laptop dangerously perched on his knees and his chest covered in a pile of his own notes. He had been staring at a single line of text for the past ten minutes, he swore it was beginning to move, “I can’t read my own handwriting,” he muttered miserably.

“Yes, please,” he said at the offer of coffee. He supposed if he was in his villa he would still be awake anyway. It was just now that he wasn’t actively trying to sleep that he felt tired. His old friend insomnia was a cruel bastard.

“Doesn’t it pose a security risk to put all the information of our captives and captors alike on a computer? I mean it’s much harder to hack paper,” even more so when it was written in ancient hieroglyphics as Eli was beginning to think, maybe soon he would start speaking in tongues as well. “We could go wake up William,” he chuckled, “I’d like to see his sleepy grumpy face,” he entertained himself with the idea of throwing pebbles at his window to scare him out of his bed.

Avery went about making coffee for each of them, nodding at Eli’s question. “Oh, I already thought of that. That software is, uhm, requisitioned.” Avery made a face and shrugged his shoulders. He acquired some medical community-adjacent contacts that were able to get him some very cool, very off the grid doctoring items that he’d otherwise be missing not working in the States. Avery brought over the mugs of coffee and sat next to Eli on the couch, handing him his mug. “The files are completely secure.”

He considered Eli’s suggestion and shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe it’s best to wait until morning. We need help from the other doctors, and I think waking them up at...” He leaned over and looked at Eli’s laptop for the time. “2:13 AM wouldn’t work in our favor. I was actually thinking we may need some volunteers from the island to pitch in, too. What do you say?”

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zyra.

Zyra couldn’t lie, she was tempted to say yes, as she left him in search of old bed sheets. Not that she would let him sleep on the floor but then where would he sleep? Maia would more then likely want to sleep with her but Avery… she shook her head. Unless it was spoken about with all parties, Zyra tended to keep her loves separate and compartmentalize. Not that she didn’t enjoy a threesome of more from time to time but Avery was different.

When she was with him she hadn’t been with anyone else, it had only been him. She didn’t know how he would handle it…she didn’t why she cared how he handled it. She ended things and Avery she was sure was see other people…why did she care if he was seeing other people or not? Letting out and audible grunt, she pulled the sheets off her shelf and made her way back towards the living area.

Zyra returned the smile when Avery looked over at her. He was going to be the death of her if he kept smiling like that, “ If they don’t have dry would do you think they would have window panes,” she teased nudging him gently “ Although I do like the idea of another window. As far as were me and my charge will stay… I don’t like the idea of you having to sleep on the floor. We could always find another hammock to hang up somewhere if… you really don’t mind us staying with you. I mean I’ve been out on runs on the black trident for months at a time I did just fine.” she grinned, zyra didn’t know if it was a good idea but she also didn’t care if it wasn’t. She had distance herself enough from him…she wanted her friend back it nothing else could come from this.

“I think putting a window here would definitely increase the resale value of your house,” Avery said in his most serious realtor voice. “You could get twenty, thirty grand more with this window into the bedroom. People love that shit now.” He couldn’t keep up the facade and laughed. “Maybe I’ll check on that drywall before I do any major cutting. What else do you need help with?”

When she mentioned staying with him, his eyes got a little wide. He didn’t... actually think she would take him up on that. She seemed so set on staying with Alex, which was of course fine, and he almost felt a little guilty when he blurted out the offer for his place. “Oh, my god, Z. Of course you can stay here. We can get another hammock or a sleeping bag or something. It’ll be--fun.” Avery was completely neglecting the fact that both of their royals would be here, too, but he’d sort that part out later.

“Yeah, I noticed you’d been gone a lot recently.” That was... not how he wanted to sound. Avery shook his head and grimaced at his own words. “You’ve been busy, I mean. That’s good. I’ve been busy too, with the storm injuries and Emira.” That sounded also bad. “I mean, Emira’s been--a handful. She stole my scissors,” Avery explained quickly. “Are all royals like that?”

[averywolffemd]

Denim: Are you naturally submissive or dominant?

I’m more submissive for sure. I like it when somebody takes control in the boudoir.

[averywolffemd]

Did you always want to become a surgeon?

No... uhm... when I was really little I wanted to be a professional snowboarder (I think because of some video game I had). Or a Super Saiyan. I didn’t see myself going to med school until college.

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up all night [eliah]

Avery absently picked up the mug perched on the edge of the desk and brought it to his lips, realizing only too late that the coffee was tepid at best. Grimacing, Avery set the mug back down (knowing full well he might make the same mistake), and got back to copying notes. The afternoon dragged into even and dragged into night, and it was almost two in the morning, but him and Eli were still working on medical records for the island.

Staring at his laptop screen was causing him to go cross-eyed, so he got up and went to the single-serve coffee machine in the corner and resigned himself to another cup. “Coffee, Eli?” he asked the other doctor. “Working between paper and electronic files is the worst,” he remarked. There wasn’t really a better way to do it--take notes when they saw a patient on a clipboard, then transfer the notes to their file sharing system. “Maybe we need to enlist some help?”

@iwasposeidon

[averywolffemd]

emira.

While Emira had fun playing around and certainly didn’t think Avery would do much about her behavior, she was mostly doing it all out of boredom and a need to interact with someone. Her best friend had been a little distant lately, handling issues of her own, and besides her allies on the island she did not have a scare of friends to hang out with. Besides, she was not here to make friends.. she wasn’t even here on her own accord. All her energy should be spent on how to best find a way off the island, or a means to alert her country, family and whoever might listen of her whereabouts, so help could be sent and the pirates could be sent scouring. Noting how the male was lounging and reading, she bit back a sigh. He had to be the least deadliest pirate she had met to date. Not that she minded being treated with some respect and kindness she was certain she hadn’t entirely inspired. 

“Dreadful..” she chimed in, heavy sarcasm to her tone. Of course she didn’t. Her looks, even with limited beauty products and no clothes to dress up her shapes and body, were pristine. Doll like, seductive and a vision to marvel at. Staring squarely back at him she wondered if he was just immune to beauty and temptation or if he simply didn’t give a damn. Any were likely. “Yes well, if there are some clothes left after the storm.” She noted.

Being here was a definite upgrade from the dungeons where she had feared she would have to spend her time in the aftermath of this storm though. While Emira wasn’t entirely sure what this odd relationship between her and Avery were supposed to be, she was grateful that he didn’t mind having her around. Of course she would take full advantage, would push limits and she was so far relieved he hadn’t felt like listing a bunch of rules, which regardless of their rationality she would most likely ignore and break. It was not in her dna to answer to anyone, not for free and not without a more intimate connection in place. Cocking a brow in response to the question, she gave a slight nod. “Yes I did. I had to sweet talk my way to some needle and thread mind you but with that and your scissors I was able to make something half decent.” Rolling her eyes a little, she wasn’t entirely sure if his slight surprise should be taken as an insult or as ignorance. “I’m spoiled and rich, yes, but not a witless bimbo. Playing around with fabrics and patterns was one of my favorite hobbies as a child. Though my father hated the sight of me sowing like a low born servant.” 

“My scissors?” Avery repeated, lifting his brow in surprise. That caused him to sit up straight in the hammock, which swung back and forth with his movement. He struggled for a second to disentangle himself from his seat, discarding his book on a nearby nightstand. “Did you put them back where you found them?” Once he got to his feet, Avery folded his arms and glared at her sternly. “You know I use those scissors for cutting tendons and bones and stuff, right?” Probably not those scissors, but if Emira snooped too far she would get into his surgical tools and that would piss him off. He kept most of the big stuff locked up, but now he had to be conscientious about scissors and the like. Maybe he could compromise and give her some safety scissors.

“You’re probably right, I bet the clothes at the warehouse weren’t saved. Let me see what I have.” Avery opened one of his dresser drawers and sifted through it. “There’s this.” It was a red tshirt with the rooster symbol for Sriracha sauce on it, which he tossed in Emira’s direction. “Oh, or this?” A plain olive green muscle shirt. Then he tossed over a couple pairs of running shorts that probably wouldn’t go past her knees. Him and Emira were drastically different sizes, and those were the “smallest” fitting clothes he had. Some girls probably wouldn’t mind wearing men’s clothes, but he wasn’t sure if Emira was one of them. She liked being pretty, that was for sure. “And I’m fresh outta dresses and mini skirts, sorry.”

When she spoke about her sewing skills, that gave Avery an idea. He got into another set of drawers and pulled out an old set of dark blue sheets. “It’s a shame your father didn’t encourage your hobby. Here--you can tear into this if you want. Think you could make some clothes out of sheets?”

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zyra.

Zyra frowned a bit watching Avery move towards the wall. She was quite watching him for a moment, she knew Alex wasn’t his favorite person but she had figured after all this time perhaps that distaste of him wasn’t as prevalent. When they had been together, Alex and Avery were two important people to her. Alex the stand-offish big brother and Avery the man she loved. It had been her hope that they would form a bond of their own. That, obviously didn’t happen. 

“ Is it fine? Sometimes you say fine and it doesn’t really mean you are,” she chuckled standing behind him as he continued to measure out the wall, “ I have to go ask him anyway. So there is a chance that he could tell me hell no and leave me to sleep in the dungeons with the rest of the royals stuck there for the moment.” she didn’t know why she felt like she had to explain the situation. Maybe, it was because she didn’t want him to feel as if she was dismissing his invitation out right. However, given her current situation with Maia. Zyra wasn’t sure how well it would go over with either Avery or Maia given her carnal history with both.

“ Um… I think I might have an old sheet that you can use. I’ll go grab it.” she said quietly as she made her way towards her room. Wondering if she had ruined things with Avery before they could even fix things.

“It is fine,” Avery insisted with a chuckle. “You and I both know my place is bare bones. I’d have to sleep on the floor, somebody would have to be in a hammock, and--well. I still think it’s better than the dungeons.” The dungeons creeped Avery out a bit, but maybe it would be manageable to stay there with a bunch of people around. Like a lock-in or a big slumber party.

Zyra left to get the sheet, leaving Avery to take inventory of the damage. The pirates were going to need to get their hands on a lot of furniture to replace what was lost. Avery understood Zyra’s hesitation for staying with him. For her, Alex was safe, and there wasn’t much that got in the way between them. Avery, however, was more complicated, and he was kidding himself if he thought him and Zyra were close. Not like they used to be.

Letting out an inaudible sigh, Avery measured out a square of drywall to remove and outlined it with a pencil and ruler. Then he hesitated. “I didn’t check to see if the extra sheets of drywall survived the warehouse. Do you think you might want a window here, from the living room to your bedroom?” he joked, grinning at Zyra as she returned.

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malle.

“I’m Malle.” She sat, her hands tucked beneath her thighs. The line of her shoulders was sharp, clearly uncomfortable, but she kept a smile on her lips. Pleasant enough. Not the sort that revealed her dimples, or showed her teeth. She was a little concerned that the sound of her voice would prompt William to stroll around the corner and they’d be off again, debating the merits of tea or her own personal shortcomings. Her gaze flickered back to Avery. “No,” Malle shook her head, the few strands of brown hair that weren’t held back by her ponytail framing her face. “Not a scratch. Got a splinter during the storm, but that was really the worst of it. I just saw some of your pirates cleaning out Tulach House and thought, well. I can’t remember the last time I got a shot.”

Because she hated them.

Malle swallowed, looking around. “Been a bit busy here, yeah?” Her gaze returned to him, particularly his hands and what they held. “I was here the other night, pretty late. Still loads of people around.”

“Good--I’m glad you haven’t done anything reckless. I can’t say that about a lot of people around here.” Accidents happened, sure, but pirates also weren’t known for their concerns for safety. A lot of the injuries Avery treated could have been avoided with a little more common sense.

“This will be quick,” Avery told Malle, readying the shot by opening its packaging. He swabbed her arm. “It’s been real busy, yeah. We’re lucky though, for the amount of damage to the island there weren’t--” Avery stuck her arm with the shot. “--any severe injuries. All done.” He placed a bandaid on her arm just to be safe (the bandaid had crocodiles on it because, well, Avery didn’t always have control over what kind of supplies came in). “It’ll be a bit sore, but that’s normal. Keep your arm moving and that should help.”

Avery moved away again to dispose of the needle in a sharps container (it was an old laundry detergent bottle with SHARPS written in sharpie across the front). Then he cleaned up the rest of the area and perched on the desk near where Malle sat. “You’re, uhm, with William--I mean, he’s watching you--or whatever. Right?”