a needle in the hay ;; sawyer & samuel
—— “You’re a doctor,” The girl commented as she sat up in the hospital cot, the worn out springs screeching as she did. “You know this is nothing but a scratch..— that I’m fine.” She assured the man before her, studying him as he wrapped a gauze around her arm in an unnerving silence. Though she hardly remembered the incident, which Samuel seemed to blame on blood loss, the brunette was confident that it had been nothing but an honest mistake. An arrow cutting open her skin & leaving her bleeding on the frozen ground for God knows how long? Could’ve happened to anybody. Her pale blue eyes traveled across the room, the faint scent of rubbing alcohol lingering in the cool air. She despised the first-aid building, and the all too many times she’d been there; she’d been treated like a child. Granted that she had yet to turn eighteen, but she was no kid. Hell, not even the youngest ones could be considered kids in this day and age. Innocence was lost & you did what you could to survive, no matter your age. “I need to go back there.” She finally added, eyes furrowed as he finished wrapping her fresh wound. Studying his work, her fingers brushed against the smooth material of the bandage. “They need all the help they can get.”
---- "What you're saying is contradictory," his voice low and remotely annoyed, he doesn't look up, eyes focused on her arm. "You telling me I'm the doctor and then telling me it is nothing but a scratch. Surely a doctor would be the better judge of that, mmm?" He then looks up, one eyebrow raised before he decides that proving a point is less important than making sure the younger girl is alright. It is a never ending nightmare; patients telling him they are alright when they are not, or at least, when he hasn't done the checks to make sure they aren't.
His head shakes at her words, impatiently almost as he finishes. He is tired, truly, exhausted from overworking himself so he doesn't have to spend his time with his thoughts, and it is taking everything he has to not sigh loudly and roll his eyes. She's merely a child, and maybe that is why she is being so god damn stubborn about this -- however he wasn't this annoying when he was younger. "I still need to take a few tests, check if you've not lost too much blood. If you did, I can't just let you walk out of here -- don't want you passing out and all. But if you're in a hurry, I will be quick about it." He allows himself to smile for a moment --- be a sympathetic doctor, Samuel, not a cranky one --- and then holds up his finger. "You just gotta follow this, yeah?"
