I'm not a Doctor, I'm a Medic

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“I suppose.. if you can find something else. I won’t mind.”

Okay, but maybe he had a point. He probably should find something else to watch. But what? There were animal shows, but also cute little sitcoms. "... I'll think it over." He sat back down against the couch, and began to ponder his choices.

Doc blinked a few times. His voice sounded heavily familiar. But he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He contemplated it for a bit before showing the other a friendly smile. “Maybe! What’s your name? Maybe that’ll jar loose a memory or two!”

He grins. “I only argue with my little siblings when they’re pulling stupid shit. Which is mostly Iota; she’s a little… Competitive. At least she’s not as bad as Sigma, he’s always fucking jet packing through the halls of the ship like the crazy-ass adrenaline junkie he is - and slamming into walls. Like, god, can you not get injured for more than three fucking seconds!?”

"Plus uh--" Well, maybe he shouldn't mention the AI he knew of. Not yet. "...No-- nevermind, it's not too important, I guess."

Bonus for multi-lingual situations: ❝ Can you translate the news for me? None of this makes sense. ❞ ❝ What is the word for this? *points at ____* I keep wanting to say ‘printer’ but I feel that is wrong. ❞ ❝ Next time she calls you a ____ you just reply with _____. ❞ ❝ I’m sorry but my pronunciation must sound really bad to you. ❞ ❝ Shit! The government doesn’t have my alphabet, put this in a way I understand! ❞ ❝ Can you finger spell that for me, I’m not quite up to that level yet. ❞ ❝ That was said so horribly wrong but you sounded very cute while trying. A for effort. ❞

Doc blinked a few times. His voice sounded heavily familiar. But he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He contemplated it for a bit before showing the other a friendly smile. “Maybe! What’s your name? Maybe that’ll jar loose a memory or two!”

He patted Doc on the shoulder, then turned and started walking. “Stay behind me; I’d try to get you somewhere safe and just send your friends that way, but I don’t know if there is anywhere safe in the damn area… So you’re sticking with me. I’m not leaving you behind.” A pause, for just a moment. “…Those must be pretty shitty friends if they’re leaving you behind, y’know.”

"You're really sweet! Thanks for the help." When his friends were brought up, he was quick to dodge around the statement. "Ah, well, they're probably just kidding around! What are your friends like? Do you argue a lot with others like you did with the one over the radio?"

Doc blinked a few times. His voice sounded heavily familiar. But he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He contemplated it for a bit before showing the other a friendly smile. “Maybe! What’s your name? Maybe that’ll jar loose a memory or two!”

And with that, he seemed to cut the connection. “Sorry about that shit. Delta sometimes runs more on logic than his humanity sometimes. Fucking lime soda.”

"But still!! Thank you for helping me! A lot of people just leave me behind. I can actually only count a small few who haven't left me behind." And surprisingly enough, one of those people shared their name with O'Malley. Strange.