closed starter for: @unfazeddoc location: 6th floor - infirmary
with the world in the state it currently was, a little cut could - if unlucky ... mean the end. hygiene was at an all-time low, antibiotics or anti-inflammatory meds were scarce & would eventually cease to exist if they didn't find a way to create their own & people would die. luckily, they had a little stash of meds going & had only needed very little. the group was growing, but ... it was still small enough to keep the risk for potential injuries low.
but superficial injuries weren't all that plagued them. sleeping in the world possible places when out on runs, or even the mattresses in their tents were ... not ideal, but he wouldn't complain per se. it beat sleeping on the ground. & yet, elijah ... struggled a bit this week. sore back, sore neck, sour mood. it only made sense, right?
if he wasn't the military man that he was, but instead a do-no-good raider, he would've stashed some of the meds found ..for himself, but he wasn't like that - he never could. a curse, surely, but one he didn't see himself fixing any time soon. so, just like everybody else, when he wanted something, he had to go see the doctors.
their group was blessed, honestly - they had experienced doctors & younger ones to learn from them. he reckoned many groups wouldn't have either. if there even were other groups out there. surely there were, right? maybe one day they'd find out what laid behind their little home up in the tower.
he couldn't wait until then, though. he didn't know which of the doctors would around before he stepped in, but he wasn't sure if he was happy or not when he found the oldest & yet probably most experienced sitting at his desk. "hey doc." little grunt, little huff, hands in his pockets. "uhhh... think you can uhhhh fix my back? i'll take painkillers, too. jus' somethin' t'help." he already couldn't sleep & now this.