#govtdog.

[reseviled]

@govtdog: YOU SHOULD SEE THE OTHER GUY.

“uh huh.” rebecca used to be patching up cops all day, back in stars. she’s heard her share of macho crap — just a scratch, barely felt it, take care of someone who needs it. you should see the other guy. she’s heard this one too, but never in such a defeated tone. like stating a fact, rather than a boast. turning back to the machines monitoring leon’s heart rate, “from what i hear, the ‘other guy’ is inside you.” hastily amending, because she’d heard how it sounded far too late — “…inside your chest, i mean. i’ve seen your x-rays, that’s all i was trying to say.”

he doesn’t look well. she’s seen the scans of the strange parasite inside his chest. it had piqued her curiosity, even when the government agents sent to escort her here wouldn’t actually answer any of her questions. he looks just like anyone else — any other soldier, any other man in a bad situation, bracing for the worst. his wrist is cuffed to the bed, she notes. because they’re worried about the parasite taking control? or for another reason? who the heck is leon kennedy?

she plasters on her best bedside manner, professional smile, soothing voice. if she hasn’t completely destroyed her credibility with that dumb comment. “my name is doctor chambers, and i’m a specialist in infectious diseases. do you mind if i touch you to take your temperature?”

[reseviled]

"how long is this whole surveillance thing going to go on for?" not the smartest move, mouthing off to an agent of the camarilla, but rebecca's tired. at first she'd thought it was some kind of new protocol, a cursory security check, but the ventrue agent they'd assigned to her shows no signs of leaving now that he's presumably figured out that she isn't a threat or a radical. rebecca storms up to leon, if that's even his real name, pokes him in the chest. sleep deprived, barely five foot three, and with the thin-blood baby fangs that are shortened and just barely sharp enough to break skin, she's aware she's not exactly the most intimidating sight. at the moment, though, she's too pissed off to care.

"clearly i'm not a threat to you or your bosses or anyone. you can see that. i'm not fomenting a rebellion or, i don't know, doing creepy blood magic in my basement." (she has, in fact, running a just few experiments with her own blood in her spare time, but nothing as unscientific as magic, and nobody needs to know about that. if it works, it'll be medicine. not a weapon.)

"and you're scaring off my patients." rebecca has a fairly steady job, playing human and working at a local clinic, but she's been known to patch up vampires who need help as well, especially those who are outcast or don't have other places to go. the demand for a doctor specializing in vamp medicine who won't go shooting their mouth off or asking any questions is high, but she knows nobody will take the risk of coming to her for help as long as she has a ventrue at her door.