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johns and chips

Date & Time: 3/10
Location: From the Hold to the clinic
Characters: Two Johns (of the Egbert and Watson varieties) and a Marty, but not the magical one
Summary: Chip removal and y'know. Meeting people and things.
Warnings: What

It had been nice to forget about chips and...and a lot of everything for a little while. Just a little while. Martin was going to make it a lot of a while, had he not suddenly agreed to meet a stranger about those chip problems. Truth be told, he wasn't paying very good attention to what he was doing until it was done, and he found himself sitting and staring at a complete conversation about going places and...and doing things – things of a particularly undesirable nature. After playing impromptu surgeon with Bariyan days before, Martin had a very poor idea of how things were going to go, and he really didn't want to bother with it.

But I said I'd go... And the least he could do was try and follow through, wasn't it? The dimmest hope was there'd be little fuss at all and he could go back to hiding for the remainder of the weekend; he wasn't even thinking about how hiding was the last thing he ought to be doing. It had been a pretty exhausting couple weeks!

More problems bubbled up as he waited, rocking on his heels and bouncing in and out of a lean against the Hold's outer wall. I don't know what John looks like...or...or what he is. If it turned out to be another dragon situation, Martin was just going to have to pass on the whole outing.

He stopped fidgeting, hugging his arms and squinting around. Maybe he'll just...look like a John.

He frowned.

That's...that's silly. What would a John even look like? Should I ask if I see somebody?

He sure hoped he wouldn't have to. How awkward.

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John is a hell of a lot less nervous than Martin. He's decided to brazenly go ahead and ask anyone he sees if they are Martin, so he starts out with this guy standing over this way.

"Hey," he starts. "Are you Martin?"

The guy in question did a bit of a double-take, startling the second time when he was approached. Blinking, he swallowed and gawked at the question.

"Uh--" Oh, then...Then he wasn't waiting long, was he? "Y-yes. Yes, I am." This is John? "Hello."

He hadn't expected someone near his age...or his height. How odd!

Wait. Unless...Unless this isn't-- Quickly, he added, "I'm...waiting for John."

Wow, that was quick. John takes a split second to appreciate the convenience of finding Martin so fast.

"Yeah, that's me."

Okay, here comes the nerves. He isn't sure what exactly to do now.

John has always been a bit awkward in person, so scratching the back of his head he looks Martin over. They are around the same size, and he's not sure if he's happy with that or not. It's harder to talk to people his own age rather than younger or much older.

"It's cool to meet you and stuff. Do you, uh. Want to head to the clinic now?"

Martin was hardly reassuring. Rather, he expected yet another older, in-control adult to tell him where to go, what to do...Though perhaps he ought to have been relieved for a change of pace? He honestly didn't know how to feel.

His mouth twitched a little, a crooked and brief half-a-smile at the remark. Though cool was a weird thing to say, he could only assume it was positive. He let it go, happy to get on with things.

"Yes, alright," he said, nodding and stepping away from the wall for good. "I'll follow you."

"Okay," and John pulls out the paper he'd written the directions on, following them and making sure Martin is okay trailing behind. Maybe he is so nervous because he's about to get something cut out of him? Probably. Most likely. So he stays relatively quietly until they reach a building; he knocks on the door before pushing it open and stepping inside.

[ ooc: Watson-mun can hop in now, if they like! ]

The clinic isn't really busy, most people that came to the quick conclusion of getting chipped had come nearly as soon as it had happened. A few people came in at later times, it really depended when they were chipped exactly, but at least for now it seemed more or less empty. If only a person or two.

John himself is standing within the lobby with his attention on a board with papers, just writing off a few things till he raises his gaze to both the young teens entering the room.

One he can remember already since he had a video conversation with a while back. "Darkov, hello." Now the other boy he didn't recognize by face, but he did remember giving directions to a few that wanted their chips removed. He can't be for certain though, "And you must be..?"

It was probably one of the more awkward walks he'd had in a while, but Martin actually...didn't mind it near as much as times he'd had to explain himself to excess. No, quiet was good. Quiet was (usually) safe. And fair; they'd done all their talking on a screen, hadn't they?

He slipped in behind John, squinting hard under florescent lighting, and locked onto the doctor's shape pretty quickly. Recognition followed shortly after, with his eyes getting a little bigger and his mouth opening just slightly as if to reply. Instead, he just pressed his lips together and nodded – an unsaid yes, sir.

"John Egbert," he says, and he grins. "We're here to get our chips out, if that is ok. You are the other John right? The British guy."

More of a quiet one, isn't he? John thinks as he watches and takes in Martin's silent reply. The young teen seem to be more fit into leaning in the less talking direction if he can, from their interactions so far at least. He doesn't push nonetheless, simply giving a light smile and glancing back to the other.

Who's reply gets a light laugh out of him, his English accent is an answer enough for the 'British guy' part. But he quickly remembers the conversation he had with him and nods, "Right, yes, hello John, and that's me all right." He's glancing back to the papers briefly before answering the rest. "That's completely fine, not a lot of people in for today so I can get started now."

Martin gulped quietly, taking more stock in the Johns' shoes than their faces. He'd be in so much trouble if he let a human get under his skin – literally, at least. Though all this conversing and interacting wasn't going to get him any bonus points, he knew, but...but he really couldn't avoid it, could he?

"How?" he piped up suddenly, looking up. "I...I mean. How do you...do it? Taking it out, I mean. With...with what?"

"Okay, awesome!" John exclaims this just before Martin says his piece, and he looks to him with a little surprise. He tries to gusto it up so it's not obvious he's very nervous. "With a knife or something, maybe a scalpel, that is a doctory thing. But he will give us stuff that makes it not hurt, right, Dr Watson?"

Before he can ask who would prefer to go first the more quiet of the two spoke up to which the doctor listens in. It's understandable that he would ask. Martin wasn't the first, some felt more comfortable knowing how the procedure was going to go and John did his best to fill in that void and help bring some peace to mind.

The younger John words in first and he himself is nodding along, "A scalpel yes, it doesn't take very long really. Twenty minutes most." Depending on how they want to approach of course. "That's right, if you prefer I can give something to let you guys sleep through it. Unless you want to be awake. But I'll be administrating something so it's painless, you don't have to worry."

Something? Martin swallowed, looking less at ease than before. No, that's not good. The thought of sleeping through something like that was rather horrifying, too.

He shot a look at the John he'd arrived with. It wouldn't be breaking his word to just let him take care of his own, right? Martin was sure he'd said it was no good for himself. Best not to try.

The thought pacified him a bit, and he folded his hands behind him, taking to looking at the ground again and biting his tongue against his protests. I'll just watch. And leave. It'll be alright.

John nods at the older John, and he grins at Martin in a way he thinks will be reassuring.

"It'll be okay, dude," he tells him. "Though you look like you are going to shit your pants. So don't feel like. Obligated to get it removed if you're scared, even if there is nothing to be scared of! The doctor knows what he's doing, he went to school and stuff for it. You could watch mine get taken out, even, if you wanted."

And he pauses for a moment before: "Anyways. Can you get this creepy thing out of me now?"

John looks a bit amused at the younger's choice of words, he hadn't really expect it out of him but he didn't entirely mind. "John is right, don't force yourself if you don't want to. It's just recommended that you do coming from me since I can't be sure of the dangers of keeping it in there or how you might be affected by it.." Basically, you could get sick if the body tries to reject it. Some bodies responded to things differently though so there was the chance he could be okay.

He was already gesturing for them to follow to lead finally into one of the rooms, "Sure you can go first, and Martin if you're up for it you can watch. Only if you're comfortable with the idea." Again, he didn't want to force him. He's seen cases where someone would try to keep company but end up fainting through it.

"Take a seat on the stool John, I have everything prepared. Do you prefer staying awake during it?" He's already putting on his gloves and giving everything a check over.

Scared?

Put so bluntly, too. Crudely. Not in a wholly unfamiliar way, either. Martin grimaced a little. He certainly wasn't making a very good impression on anybody, was he? Of course not.

Rather than keep digging that hole he was in, Martin followed along silently, arms moving from his back to his front, hugging his elbows. He made himself look up and around to at least try and make something of where he was at, attention drawn by the snap of gloves. The question wasn't for him, but he listened like it was, and looked to John to see what he'd say. What he'd do.

John bounds over to the stool and sits down. After a second of consideration, he slips off his shirt and turns so his back is facing Dr Watson. He does not want blood on his clothes, or for the doctor to have trouble, or anything like that. "Yeah, I don't want to sleep." He gives Martin a little smile, and peers over his shoulder at John. "So, uh. Like. Are you going to freeze it or something, like with a needle."

John first nods, with the option of sleep gone he knew already what to have ready. "Freeze it?" There's a slight quirk of his brow, he couldn't be sure what he was referring to. Whether the chip or the pain. But by needle he can only guess, "I'm gonna provide anaesthesia so you won't feel a thing, just in the area of where the chip is. It's true when they say if you don't think about it it'll be over before you know it." He gives a reassuring smile, they're still kids and usually during this time a parent should keep company with nerves like this.

He also gestures for Martin to sit at the table nearest the wall, so he doesn't have to stand throughout this. The doctor is making to move behind John with a strolling tray with the needed items for the procedure. Briefly he glances to Martin, because he's going to be asking this question to him as well when it's his turn, "Now first I want you to tell me if you have any medical conditions, it's best for me to know before I start anything."

Obediently, Martin moved where told, though not eager to sit right away. He does, eventually, a little absently, with his attention on the Johns. He blinks, pulling an awkward face when given attention, keeping his mouth shut and listening.

'Medical conditions...' I'm not a person, I don't know if that counts, he thought uneasily.

"I'm allergic to peanuts? Dunno dude, that's all that comes to mind." He laughs a little, nervously rubbing his eye. He hopes for it to really be as quick and easy as the doctor says it will be, and he trusts him-- but there are nerves anyways.

John nods with a small smile quirked, "That's fine, might be good to know." Yeah he'll write that down on a file. Never know when someone could have an allergic reaction. He takes the shot in hand and dabs a cotton with alcohol on the spot of the boy's back, "This'll only be a pinch."

And done, quick as the needle poked in and pushed the anaesthesia in to rid any feeling done on his back. Now to wait for it to kick in, which he glances to Martin in the meanwhile. "What about you?"

Martin grimaced, having watched the strange substance disappear from the needle. Inside. Not good.

He did a double-take back to the doctor, staring blankly as he put the question into context. What about...what? Oh. His mouth twitched, head shaking.

"No, it doesn't...count for me," he said. "Sorry. Nothing goes in. Just the, the knife. Please."

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