Tragically Eternal

doctor • vampire • forty • she/her • skullhqs

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NOLAN​:

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Fans offer a distant white noise in the gym, attempting to ward off the humidity that settles in the air. Stale and suffocating. Loud collisions of the weights thrown to the room, sharp strikes of lighting in this brewing storm. Nolan takes his own steps closer to Maggie, until they’re stood square before one another. Where the woman before him was awash with confidence, with arrogance. The human that stood before her, stands with a force of fearlessness that only comes from those willing to paddle out in the middle of the storm until the waves wash over them. Consume them. Until there’s no difference. Crashing waves, electric skies. Beating rain. Man and ocean. Ocean and storm. 

But he doesn’t stop there, reaching out he grabs the woman by the wrist. Calloused fingers sinking into her porcelain skin. Gripping tight, promising not to let go. “What, are you afraid I might do more than bark at you?”

His own words like a deep rumble of thunder, carrying through the night like a distant warning. Every ounce of reason says he should be afraid of the woman before him, that a human like himself shouldn’t dare bite at a vampire. But Nolan had never been one for reason. And he’d played the same game as supernaturals as long as he could remember. Fear wasn’t something he knew. But a growing cataclysm coursing deep inside him, that was.

“You like to play this game, pretend you have any control over anything in your life. Why are you so afraid to lose it?”

x.

The incessant noise of the gym faded away to nothing, the deep thrum of his words lost in the void, her eyes fixed on his vice like grip around her wrist as she drifted off in that storm, dragging her under. His voice couldn’t break through the water that rushed around her, sweeping her up into its current. She was at the mercy of the storm before her as some insane part of her urged her wrist closer to his mouth and the offered promise of death. Maggie would be lying if she said she didn’t at least consider it. The bittersweet taste of death held in his jaws, her blood staining his lips, spread in a wicked grin of triumph. Their constant push and pull finally claiming it’s victor as her porcelain skin cracked beneath his touch.

Her clenched jaw threatening to shatter her teeth, everything about her breaking apart at the seams. “Nolan.” A warning. A promise that should he proceed down this path she couldn’t be held responsible for any retaliation. Despite everything, she was not ready to die yet. And to die at his touch would shatter what was left of her heart. 

A scowl formed across her brows as her eyes narrowed “I am in control.” Control was the one thing she prided herself on above all else. After turning, it had taken her 300 years of mistakes and bloodlust to gain any modicum of control. “More so than you. All it takes is a little push and you are ready to fight. I don’t need to lose my control to feel something.” With the sharp hiss of her final words, she placed a hand against his chest, a tender touch to anyone that would have been brave enough to look were they not alone, before shoving him back against the nearest piece of equipment, following him closely her wrist still encased in his hand. “Do not threaten me with your bite. It cannot be undone!”

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Dr Maggie reporting for duty

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KARINA:

even with ninety-three years tucked under her belt, karina viewed every day as a challenge to keep herself at bay. if anything, skull had proven to ease her mind in some manners — regardless of the reaper’s presence in the town, the apparent supernatural population and lack of stigma had proved to be on her side; no one would bat an eye if she happened to scarf down a bloodbag, that is, if they were native.

karina’s paranoia had grown tenfold since moving into the apartment building, surrounded at all sides by reapers and townsfolk alike. she knew they couldn’t hurt her — well, that was a lie, albeit one she concocted each time she whisked out of the building like lightning. the younger vampire knew it was only a time until one of them gave the word to end a decade’s long hunt; it was probably why, when a soft tapping upon her door is caught be her heightened senses, karina lurches up from her bed in a panic. 

“ maggie? “ she knew the older vampire could hear her, and the relief she feels barely undermines the subtle tugs of hunger that ripple through her mind. quickly standing, she drifts towards the door and undoes the triple locks — paranoia — before opening it slightly. hopeful eyes peer upwards at the red-headed woman, and karina feels a sigh push past her lips. “ it’s good to see you, i’m sorry um… “ she sticks her head out, glancing down the hallway for the briefest of moments before unveiling the entryway and ushering her in. “ i didn’t realize you’d be coming, but… “ she glances down to the items in her hands. “ thank you. “

x.

Despite the lack of prejudice that the residents of Skull seemed to show the supernatural population Maggie was still very much cautious of her behaviours and mannerisms when in public, and that could all be put down to the reapers. Some of them she knew them on sight, or by name, but there were those that stuck to the shadows, hiding amongst them, or so she assumed.

She could sense the dramatic shift in the emotion behind the door and a twinge of guilt settled into her stomach, she should have called ahead, or the very least texted. Filing it away as a mental note for next time so that she wouldn’t frighten Karina half to death. “Yeah hun, it’s me.” Whispered in an almost conspiratorial style, her warm and reassuring smile carried through the door on her words.

Sliding in through the barely opened door, Maggie ensured it was closed behind her before striding into the apartment. “We have got to get you out more.” It wasn’t chastising or even judgmental, but Maggie could only imagine what living in such close proximity to the reapers was doing for Karina’s nerves. “How are you feeling today, did you want to go outside? Do you need anything? I can have one of the others run it over!” She was rambling, trying her best to help, only wanting the young vampire to feel like she had support and friends here.

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VAL:

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         “You and I have that in common,” he replied with a nod, not that he was about to implicate himself in the reaper business when he had spent the good portion of his time in town to keep that under wraps with as many people as he could. It was bound to get out one day, seeing the way that some of the younger recruits were behaving as if they’d never been told to wait and listen to reason. Val let them, not seeing it at his place to keep them in line when there were plenty of others to do that for him except when it came to a specific few.

He stayed put while she moved his arm around, not wincing even when he felt the twinge of pain that he hadn’t been able to shake completely after a few days. It felt pointless to seek help, but he was curious to see what he could get for himself and some of the other reapers when they fell into a spot of trouble— as long as they didn’t ask too many questions. “I must have slept on it wrong,” he lied with a slight shrug even though it only brought more pain down the length of his arm. 

          “And how are you with patient doctor confidentiality? I’ve been around the block a few times, maybe not as many as others— but I would like to think that if I’m seeking a house call, that I don’t wanna see anyone else show up later to check on things.” Val pressed his lips together in a thin smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “It wouldn’t be for just me.”

x.

It was such a relief to hear him say because at least she didn’t have to worry about him reporting her or talking to the wrong people about it. She was racking her brain trying to think of what work could possibly need medical attention, when his excuse for the pain in his arm distracted her. With a rather dry tone she raised a brow. “Oh slept on it funny, well might I suggest some stretching and perhaps some form of Yoga.” Pushing herself back from the side of the bed she swept her arm out towards the curtain she’d recently closed. “This will take some degree of trust for this to work, otherwise I recommend buying a first aid kit.”

Had she completely forgotten that she was in a professional setting, quite possibly, did she dial it back a little, absolutely not. Crossing one leg over the top of another, her elbow perched on her knee and her chin resting on her palm she wait for his decision expectantly. “Well given that it is the cornerstone of my profession, I would like to think I handle confidentiality rather well.” If the same thing had been said to any other doctor they might have been offended. After the ‘first do no harm’ oath, confidentiality was the next most important thing.

“And let me ask you something in return Mr …” glancing across at his chart attached the metal clipboard and quickly returned her attention to him. “… Mr Miller, what kind of injuries can I expect from you and your friends. More sleeping injuries?”

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ADREN:

He prided himself on the calm he managed to keep most of the time, but Arden knew it was rooted in matters beyond self control and the taming of a beast. It came from exhaustion that he created in a guilt that weighed in his chest, and a pain that forced him to drag his limbs. It was a calm he conducted all himself in a stark contrast to not only the reputation of those like him and the growls that rested in the back of their throats, but against the person Arden was in his youth. Most people forgot because most didn’t know, but he did. His blatant ignorance and his pride has been what caused so much of that weight in his chest.

“If it works, it’s not gonna be some kind of revelation yet, right? We’ve been trying for a while now. It’ll be something small and I can handle it. I can get the cameras again. Maybe I can try to tire myself out before the turn so it gives the sedative a fighting chance,” Atticus agreed. “This is the one thing that neither of us should be playing god with, Maggie, and I just don’t want either one of us to figure it out when it’s too late to reverse it. For now, we can stick to cameras and it helps with documentation. Chains just aren’t reliable enough for you to be there unless..”

He trailed off, back facing her as he looked towards the window that peered into the clinic’s room. It was dangerous, but how much more than what he already had done?

x.

From those around town that she did know were like Arden, he was by far the calmest temperance she’d witnessed. Her brows furrowed, pulling together at his constant weighed down shoulders. Heavy is the head that wears the crown. She was grateful she wasn’t beholden to such things, yes she sat on the council but it was just that, a council. She didn’t hold more power than the others and it was refreshingly unburdening. “Im saying this as a doctor and a friend, you need to be kinder to yourself.” Although she wasn’t a psychologist she knew what the weight of guilt could do to a person, she’d worn it as a shroud for hundreds of years.

Back to business she began pacing once again as she thought. She found it very hard these days to sit still for too long. It agitated her, as did staying in one town for too long. “If it works? I’m offended you don’t have more faith in me.” Maggie knew that wasn’t the case, they’d tried so many different things by now that it was hard to assume that nothing would work. “That could work, but whatever you do make sure you keep your fluids up, sedatives have a tendency to …” she cut of, turning to face him, or rather his back, with a raised brow. “The suspense just might kill me Arden. What are you thinking?” 

Coming to stand beside him she looked out the window, “We have to try everything right? Just how dangerous of an idea is this?” Self preservation had never really been a concern of hers, right up until she encountered the reapers for the first time decades ago. But when it came to the wolves of Skull, she saw them as friend. Not foe.

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Unhinged Maggie sometime during the Medieval period.

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MARLEY:

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“Yeah, well, I was thinkin’ a little further away.” She was starting to feel convinced that nowhere would be far enough from this place: a doomsday type mentality that came from having already been at home for far too long. Her skin crawled with it, the familiarity, or maybe that was simply the chill of Maggie’s hand against her shoulder. The kind that seeped right through the fabric of her t-shirt and sent a shiver up her spine.

For a moment, Marley thought the other woman had noticed, a brief flash of guilt crossing her, but when the bandage and medical tape were produced, she couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief, about to thank Maggie, when she felt the but coming on. She waited until the other was done to respond, the condition a no brainer to accept. “Three days. I promise.” While she might have considered herself a betting woman, there was little doubt in Marley’s mind that Maggie was exaggerating. If she couldn’t afford the stitches, she most definitely couldn’t afford a new door. “Scout’s honor. I’d do the salute, but…” She gestured to her injured hand. 

x.

“Further away?” It was amusing to her how much peoples thoughts often mirrored one another. For the last few years Maggie had been growing agitated. It wasn’t that she was growing bored, just the opposite in fact, but she was so used to moving around and not staying in one place for too long, that she felt like she’d overstayed her welcome. Withdrawing her hand she offered an apologetic smile, “Sorry, I run cold.”

That instant relief and wash away of tension was enough to light up Maggie’s face, it was never her goal to make people uncomfortable, it just sort of happened from time to time. Seeing the sudden understanding dawn on Marley at her threat to kick the door down, she couldn’t help but grin. Good. At least someone in this town had enough sense to take her seriously. “Smartest person in town Marley.” Working her way through the steristrips, Maggie sat back and admired her work. “Why do you want to leave anyway?” Her mind worked in odd patterns, constantly moving a million miles a minute she often circled back to things from minutes ago simply because she forgot to say then at the time. “I mean you only just got back.”

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NOLAN:

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Attention demanded back in her direction with the woman’s cry for attention, heavy weights crashing to the ground. Pulled back to the earth where they clatter to the ground, threatening to crack under the pressure of the fall. But the man, looking back to Maggie couldn’t seem to care less for the destruction she attempted. It was perhaps because it had all been seen here, a thousand times over. This was nothing new. But there was the slightest hint of something in the woman that made Nolan stir. It was that chaos that wash over her sharp features, even just for a moment. The crack in her facade that promised destruction. 

The soul part of her that he would understand- that constant ever growing creature that would stir. The part of her that was nothing more than bared teeth and blood soaked mouths. That was the part of her that interested him.

“You’re the only one here after attention,” There’s no anger in the man’s voice, not the slightest hint of a rise to Maggie. Instead there’s that deep gravel tone that promises threats of what the man tries to swallow. “Destroy my gym all you’d like. Keep going and I’ll be making you glue them back together.”

x.

Starved for attention, clawing at her own soul craving for scraps from anyone. She was in a free fall just waiting for someone to save her from this unending boredom. His lack of reaction was positively enraging, if she’d been any less in control she would have him between her teeth. She might like playing a dangerous game but she wasn’t stupid enough to risk everything good she had going by starting a fight with the wolves. One bite from him and she’d be done. Perhaps that was why she was so enticed by him, a firefly to the flame only to get burnt.

A snarl full of bared teeth, fangs threatening to slice through her own lip as he uttered the very words she knew to be true. She was after attention. She was demanding attention. “I don’t need your permission to destroy something Nolan.” Throwing the plate in her hand at the wall, let it shatter, let the wall crumble for all she cared right now. Her attention was fixed on him, if he thought she was a cat then that made him the mouse she was playing with.

Silent steps taken with no rush, no urgency. Full of pride, confidence and even a whispered hint of arrogance left over from days long since passed. Her eyes lit up as she stopped before him, looking up into his empty threats. “Please. We both know there is nothing you can do to make me do anything. You’re all bark no bite.” Biting at the air in front of her, her lips curled up, the corners holding all the cruelty she hadn’t intended to throw into her words as they dropped with the challenge she’d just laid at his feet.

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LIVIA:

“Ooh, like five trips and your sixth is free?” she replied with a grin, though she’d probably burn through that pretty quick. Since she had triggered her werewolf curse, she had seen very little benefit in being careful, not after she’d done two decades of living carefully only for the worst to happen anyway. There was no real point, and since then she’d been toeing the line between careless and just plain reckless. 

“It’s never been my thing, honestly. I’ve been meaning to drive into Sedona for a bit, I just procrastinated. I don’t do mall crowds.” she admitted softly, though she was still lamenting the loss of the jeans. They were worn in so perfectly, it fit perfectly each time she slipped them on. She chuckled softly at the woman’s sarcastic response though, “I do it lovingly,” she added, wrinkling her nose a little. 

“Oh you’ll know. I will be sure to make it obvious.” she chuckled. 

x.

With a genuine smile Maggie nodded, “Although maybe not free. But fifty percent off or something. Otherwise I’m sure I’d lose my job!” That statement in itself caused Maggie to chuckle, she would like to see them try, she was rather persuasive when push comes to shove. Pain, or at least pain that humans were used to, was no longer a problem for her, so it sometimes eluded her thoughts to even take it into consideration.

“I’m not telling you to stop being free spirited, but please be cautious. These reapers are no joke.” Maggie might pretend not to care about people in general - outside of her job of course - but she did hold a soft spot for the wolves. They’d helped her kind when they’d been chased out of Washington by reapers and now she wasn’t about to standby and witness the same thing happen to them.

“We will take good care of them when they get here.” There was something eerie and sinister behind her words, not quite obvious enough to name, but there was something scheming in her tone.

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VAL:

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         “And how does one become a regular?” He had a feeling that he knew exactly how one got the house calls, seeing that there was a lot more to Skull than what met the eye. If anyone or anything needed a doctor, they weren’t about to stroll into the hospital for a patch job when they couldn’t always explain where the problem came from. Val shrugged. “You could call it being curious.” He grinned as his gaze was kept elsewhere than at the other, leaning more towards a carefree attitude despite the tension that ran through him constantly. “I like the idea of having a doc on call, seeing as I don’t always work regular business hours.”

x.

Sliding across the small bay on her stool, she pulled the rest of the curtain all the way across, while not providing any shelter from loud voices, it would certainly do enough to hide quiet conversations. “I’d prefer it if the entire hospital wasn’t aware of my extra-curricular activities.” Rotating the patients arm gently and slowly, she tilted her head to allow for a clearer view of his injury, “So, what did you do to your elbow?” 

Gingerly placing his arm back down by his side her voice lowered once again, “Well odd business hours are my specialty, so if one was so inclined, I would suggest calling me when needed, speed dial is recommended. I would need to know some basic details of the injury so I bring the appropriate supplies. You must deal with a fair few injuries if you are considering a regular house call?” Maggie might suggest that there was no questions asked, but her curiosity was an insatiable beast, but it didn’t really make for a great selling point. 

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where: midtown apartments when: middle of the day who: @crimsxns​

The midtown apartments always made her a little more on edge than usual, or at least walking through the hallways and stairwells, there were a few known and suspected reapers that lived here, and while she was not their main quarry, she didn’t doubt that should an opportune moment arise, they would eliminate her as well. With a bag full of supplies she tapped gently on the door, not wanting any loud noises to spook young vampire. “It’s just me Karina.” No one would accuse Maggie of having a bleeding heart, or being overly maternal, but when it came to Karina, she couldn’t help herself. There was such an uncanny connection between them, neither having had a proper sire to guide them. Her own issues with that had caused her to have enough worry that she’d never sired her own. Only once she was inside did her demeanor change to that of a more relaxed one. “I brought you something to drink.” In her first few decades the one thing she can remember was the never ending hunger, that seemed like a good place to start today.

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The many moods of Maggie

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LIVIA:

Unaware of the doctors unease, Maggie’s later remarks earned a smile from the brunette, “Nah, where’s the fun in that?” she replied, never being one for being gentle. That was always her sister Cat’s deal, or even their younger sister’s duty. They were soft, graceful and she was the opposite. Harsh lines and chaos, the woman was never one for the gentle behaviours that her sisters favoured. “Besides, when would I get to come here and see ya if I was gentle?” she pulled a face, “That would be no fun.”

“Yeah probably,” the woman replied, knowing there was probably little that The Drunken Cactus has that was clean, “But there was hardly a first aid kit in sight so we had to make do…I had to save the jeans after all, the jeans, much good that did me.” she mumbled with a sigh, still lamenting the loss of her favourite pair. Yet, despite the firm grip of the doctors hand on her wrist warning her that it was about to hurt, the woman still practically howled at the antiseptic in her hand. “Motherfucker–” she snapped, though not in any real anger towards the redhead, more at the idiot that put her in this position, not counting herself. “I’m going to go find the fucker that did this and shove that bottle so far up his ass he won’t be able to walk again.” she snapped. 

x.

With a slight chuckle she spoke softly, her mask of professionalism sliding back into place, “I fear we would all be out of a job if you were more careful. Perhaps we should start stamping your frequent visitor card, hmm?” If this had been anyone human, Maggie would have to worry about prescribing them a cocktail of antibiotics because of the general lack of cleanliness that she assumed the rag had.

Wincing at the pain she was no doubt causing Livia from the antiseptic, she put the now empty bottle down before starting on the steristrips, sticking them in place over the wound. “Yes, I don’t think these will be making as good a recovery as you will.” Looking down at the jeans in question she grimaced, they were soaked, no amount of washing would restore them to their former glory. You’d think after a lifetime of having to wash blood out of clothes, Maggie would have found the trick to it by now, but alas, it evaded her still. “Well who doesn’t love an excuse for a shopping trip.”

She couldn’t help the rise in her brows as she was a little surprised by Livia’s confession of violence. “Ah yes sending me more work.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm before she chuckled, offering a playful wink, “You’ll have to let me know when you send them in, I will make sure to drag it out.” A dismissible offence, and one she could lose her medical license for, to that she said let them try.

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ARDEN:

There was a time that Arden had sought out a much more normal life, one that he could have far from the politics of right and wrong for the anomalies that feigned civilization in the bodies of those he’d grown up beside. For a long time, Arden believed he was spared. He’d faced death drip from his own hands at a young age, but the moon had yet to collar him. He had high hopes for a life as a human, beats dormant forever more, until he took another life in order to try and awaken it for the sake of his sister’s torn humanity after the death of their parents. Before all that, he was enrolled in classes. He was studying medicine, and solution, and unraveling the way pain worked in order to soothe it. Sometimes he wondered if he should have used that time to study anguish, the wounds no one saw but weighed heavily, and if it would have helped him more. Maybe it would have helped him avoid certain tragedy. 

It was his short background in the field that let him nod along to Maggie’s concoction, but the soft acknowledgement was cut by a sharp protest, “Absolutely not.” There’s a silence that hangs from his lips, a bit of bewilderment against his own violent outburst. Arden’s always been quiet, even if his words strike. An apologetic look is given towards her, and then much softer it comes out again with explanation, “No, Maggie. It’s lethal. For now, you’ll have to settle for the reports I give you. If you want, we can try surveillance again but it was about a seven hundred dollar loss when the cameras went out.”

x.

Not having anyone to guide her or teach her when she’d first turned had led to many unpleasant encounters and consequences learnt the hard way. It was only when she began to settle in after a few centuries that she was really made aware of other supernatural creatures, specifically werewolves. They’d been set up as adversaries for so long that she’d initially been apprehensive when moving to skull, especially knowing there was an already established pack in town, but she’d found them more than amicable. Some of them she now even considered friends, and with reapers in town, sticking together was more important for their survival.

Jumping slightly at the sudden and sharp protest, Maggie clutched at her chest dramatically. Right where one would say they felt their heart leap out of their chest, only hers no longer did. Spending so long pretending to be human had ingrained habits like that into her very bones. Trying to make light of the situation she shook he head, “Please Arden. I am perfectly capable of handling myself, and you if you get a little ... temperamental.” That was such an understatement, she has seen how some wolves could get, and knew full well that yes, it would be dangerous. 

“Surely it is just as dangerous to mess with these drugs and not remain supervised.” It was a valid point, maybe not for a wolf, but still valid nonetheless. One benefit to living for as long as she had was amassing a comfortable bank account. “You know surveillance cameras aren’t a worry. Just get them and put it on my tab.”

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MARLEY:

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Marley merely hums noncommittally, her eyes dropping to the tools laid out on the tray before her. She suddenly felt a twist in her gut, a late realization to just what it was that needed to be done in order to repair her hand, and so she was quick to look away from the tray and the gleaming silver tools that awaited her on it. 

In some way, she was grateful for the distraction that Maggie brought, the dramatics of the offense Marley truly hadn’t been trying to accomplish taking her mind off the needle and thread. She couldn’t help but snort, though not as convincing with the way her skin had paled, as she grumbled, “only if you make house calls.” By summer, Marley hoped to be as far away from Skull as humanly possible. Preferably on a beach somewhere. Maybe a boat.

If Maggie was letting Marley hang onto her delusions of staying out of trouble, it was only fair Marley let the other woman cling to hers of the hospital and the supposed fountain of youth that laid beneath it. She winced, slightly, at the sting of the antibacterial wipe, having made the mistake of looking at her wound. Her stomach twisted again. “No chance I could just…stick a bandaid on this bad boy and call it a night?” Even before she’d asked, she knew the answer, but she figured it couldn’t hurt to try. No more than it would hurt to pierce a needle through her skin, at least.

x.

Maggie could see the discomfort on Marley’s face plain as day so whilst listening to her talk she very calmly moved the tray further away as though just re-adjusting her workspace. Maggie had for a short while enjoyed making uncomfortable with her otherness, her non-humanness, but that was many centuries ago now, and never when treating a patient. Even if everything else was falling down around her, and often it had, she still prided herself on looking after others first. It gave her purpose when things dragged on, and gave her a sense of fulfillment.

“I can certainly make a house call. I often do the waterhole once a week. And you are more than welcome to come up to my home if you really don’t want to come here.” Giving a reassuring squeeze on Marley’s arm, Maggie waited just a little longer to make sure the local anesthetic had started kicking in. With a gentle sigh she stared at the woman on the hospital bed considering her proposal.

Leaning over to the draw she pulled out a pack of steristrips and a bandage, placing it on the bed beside Marley. “I will make you a deal. These instead of needle and thread.” Brandishing them like mini weapons she paused, “and....AND you have to come back and see me in a three days so I can check on it. This is non-negotiable. You can come here, or to the house. Otherwise I will be kicking your door down.” There was nothing in her tone or expression that suggested she was even remotely joking.

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@hafltz - maggie to sinem, almost every single time!

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VAL:

Valentine shrugged as he pointed to his elbow as if it were the source of his pain, leaning back slightly where he sat when the other approached and closed the curtain behind her. “It might be easier to come in for you, but I know others that might find it a bit tricky to come in and explain some things,” he replied simply, eyes taking in the space around them both before landing back on the doctor. “If house calls were available, then they’d be more likely to seek medical attention an’ all.” Especially the kind that didn’t ask questions. It was all any of them needed then, questions and more attention on them if one or two of the hunters got hurt as he smirked at the other. “But you know, I’m sure they’ll be fine.”

x.

It was in the nature of being a medical practitioner to dig for more information, whether it be subtle or not was more on the individual doctor themselves. “I won’t deny that it is easier, yes. But I make regular house calls out to the Waterhole for some of my regulars.” Maggie’s brows pinched together as she stared at the man before her, she was used to the secretive nature of the wolves, but this man she hadn’t seen in here before. Or at the Crowbar, or the Drunken Cactus. It didn’t cause her any major alarm, as despite her lengthy stay in Skull, she didn’t know everyone. “May I ask what it is that normally requires a house call for you?” Her curiosity could be a dangerous thing.