2019-06-01 - A Medical Interlude

Leaving her new friends to ponder their pizza and life choices, Bennie drags Easton away from the impromptu gathering to attend to a little matter of his stitches which are long over due for removal.

Bennie breezes through the restaurant, following the directions for the bathrooms and shouldering into the one marked for the ladies. "Helloooo?" She calls out, in case there is anyone lurking in the stalls. "If you don't want dinner and a show, I suggest squeezing harder!" But no one responds, so she clicks the lock closed behind them. Tossing her bag up on the counter, she turns around and grips the edge of the counter, mustering her best smoldering look and husky voice to say, "Time to drop trou, Marine." Which. Might be more effective if she didn't titter a laugh after the words leave her mouth.

Following willingly after Bennie, his eyebrows raise a bit at the choice of the ladies room. Though it probably is cleaner he realizes as she busts in and clears it out for him. He laughs at her call and says, "Classy. Super classy." But doesn't seem offput in the least by it. He is duly impressed by the smoldering look and the voice. He pulls off his belt with maybe a little more flair than is necessarily required and says, "I'd do a little dance for the occasion but it looks like they just mopped and I don't need another injury." He does drop his pants though without a trace of hesitation. He hops up on the countertop after 'testing' it a bit with his hand, so that she doesn't have to squat on the floor too much to get at his leg below the knee.

"Yeah, easy there, Magic Mike. We don't want to have to go explaining a head injury to Doctor Alex out there. He'll probably faint to know I'm in here removing sutures without being in a sterile environment. But it's not like we're doing surgery." Bennie gives a little half shrug as she drags a little pouch out of her massive purse that looks like a make up kit. Because it is. She just needs the tweezers and cuticle scissors out of it.

Crouching down, she puts herself level with his shin, thankful for his intuition to hop up on the counter. He's waited a bit longer than ideal for these to be removed, so when snips the first one and feels it start to pull on the skin rather than slide out smoothly, Bennie blows on the wound as if that would alleviate the sting. Of course, she ends up doing much more than that, accidentally detecting the wound in his shoulder with a wide eyed look up at Easton as she rocks back on her haunches. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I can assure you I've done far worse in far less sanitary places." He raises his eyebrows and gives her a winning smile despite the innuendo and says, "Oh, he's a doctor? Interesting, I've seen him around a few times wasn't sure what he did." Huh, wouldn't have pegged him as a doctor, that's interesting.

Easton watches as the stitches come out. He averted his eyes earlier for the actual stitching but seems very invested now in the removal. He hehs as she blows on it, and he is about to make some off color remark about it when she suddenly reacts very strangely. He blinks and says, "Wait, what? I didn't tell you... what are you talking about?" He looks around as if the bathroom will have the answer for what just happened but nothing springs to mind. He doesn't know much about the spirit aspect at all other than knowing that she scanned him the other night.

"That you hurt your shoulder." Bennie says with accusation in her voice as she gets back to her feet, "And didn't have it properly looked after. " She plucks first at his collar but realizes she can't quite get to the wound that way, so she unceremoniously starts pawing up his t-shirt from the bottom hem. "Seriously? Seriously?! You don't get points for manliness."

"I got.." stabbed in the shoulder by a carrot-knife weilding undead Easter Bunny. He stumbles for words, particularly as she starts pulling at his shirt. He lifts it up and says, "I fell." Which is true. But also a very weak reason for a stab wound in his shoulder that at least has been properly cleaned and has some butterly closures and a sterile pad over it. He's not a complete idiot at patching people up, unless drunk (Sorry Alexander, oops) He lays his shirt on the counter and says, "I wasn't trying to hide it! I just.. didn't know you would care?" He then looks at her, a bit more seriously and asks, "Seriously. Why do you care? You said you would do the stitches, so I asked. "

"I don't!" Bennie says defensively, before she realizes that's not really what she wants to say. "Well, I mean. I shouldn't, but I do, so just deal with it." She mutters and lifts the edge of the pad gingerly to explore the extent of the wound. "I just don't like seeing anyone in pain. And maybe not you especially." And it's as if just now she realizes that he's shirtless and pantless, sitting on the bathroom counter and she's positioned herself between the span of his knees. Her cheeks pink up as she declares after a clearing of her throat.

"You'll live."

"Good" Easton answers her first assertion with an equally challenging tone. But then she starts to back peddle, well actually explain herself and by the time she gets to the part about him especially he says, "Okay." He is perfectly aware of his state of undress and where she is, but he does his best to ignore that fact. She offered to help him, he's not going to take advantage of that. But then she's blushing and a small smile creeps across his lips as he says, "You sure it's me expecially? I bet you do this to all the new guys in town."

He nods at her diagnosis and takes his shirt back. He gingerly steps down from the counter onto his good foot before attempting to hike up his pants. "Unless you had anything else you wanted to check out? I'm betting our food will be out in a bit.."

"Oh totally, yup. I do this all the time! Twice on Sundays in fact." Bennie pipes up, tossing her make up back back into the hodge podge of other contents of her purse. It's amazing she finds anything in there, really. "Food, yes. I'm really ridiculously starving. I feel like a Hobbit, having second dinner." And with a click she unlocks the door and tries to not be absolutely mortified, so she forces a laugh in her voice as they spill back out into the restaurant.